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Amada Gonzalez Poem
Sex……
Joyful, deep, Healing,…..
Two bodies joining
In sound and movement-
Flowing, discovering, knowing…..
Connected
In an erotic fantasy of
Exhilaration and heat-
Drunk by the fumes
of sexual odor
surrounding their erotic world.
Passion, excitement, fulfillment,
Ecstasy, rejoicing, relief,
Rejuvenation , rapture, harmony,
Lust, bliss, happiness, recognition,
Union, love…..
This is the erotic life.
Sex……
Power, control, strength, weakness-
Unyielding, and out of control-
And then control……..
Two bodies, skin drowned
In the scent of sweat and passion.
Moving in perfect rhythm of the universe-
Reaching the peak of their
Volcanic erotic passionate expolsion…..
And then collapsing ,
melting, embracing……
Soaked, labored breathing,
rapid heartbeats
Intimately connected-
Sexual erotica—
Moments of timeless pleasure.
SEX……..
Want it!!
© Amada Gonzalez
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That sweet smile that you have…..
The image of you burned in my mind;
That soft, warm touch that you give me
thrills me from inside out.
I see myself up against you-
smelling your sweet scents.
I feel your body….
my hands over your chest.
So strong- I feel safe.
One by one,
I unbutton your shirt,
kissing your bare skin as I go.
I know how much you want me….
how much you need me.
Your hands caress my body…..
I feel the warmth of your skin-
I invite you to know every part of me-
Thrill me into ecstasy!
You burn my body with desire I have never known-
and I can feel your heated desire-
The feeling driving me wild….
I will touch you as no one ever had….
And I take a drink-
My heated fantasy longs for you
And I am ready for
the pleasures of your soul.
You belong to me-
Forever.
© Amada Gonzalez
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Amada Gonzalez Poem
I am one of Many
Who share this human shell.
No one can understand
How different
We all are.
I am A Host
To a cast of many characters
Fighting for their time-
For the freedom
To live their lives.
I am one of Many
Who knows how precious
Every moment of time
We get to live
Is a gift.
I am a Host
To twelve Altar Personalities
Living on borrowed time
To what I once called
My life.
I am One of Many
Seeking acceptance and understanding,
Dreaming of living my life
Without having to share
This shell of a body.
I am only one of Many…
How many of us
Can you love?
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Strong hands to caress my body-
caress my every desire.
This passion I want.
Take your hands and in your arms
hold me close-
bare skin upon bare skin…..
Feel the heat rise!
I feel every curve of your muscles,
your bare skin upon my breast.
I feel your passion rising
as it hardens with my touch.
Come gently, feel my every curve….
Enter into my secret garden
where your every passion and desire
will be fulfilled.
Come, Taste the sweet juices
of my garden….
Enter into its gate-
Slowly, gently, rhythmically…..
Reaching our momentum
as our bodies convulse in ecstasy…..
Our climax full of heated motion
and passion…..
Now, Heaven is ours!
© Amada Gonzalez
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Do you cry?
Do you cry when you hear the news that a child
Was beaten, abused, neglected, unwanted…
Do You Cry?
Do you cry?
Do you cry when a soldier dies and a family is left
Without their father, Mother, Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter….
Do you cry?
Do you cry?
Do you cry when disaster strikes and a country is left
Devastated, suffering, homeless, without hope….
Do you cry?
Do you cry?
Do you cry when you hear the sounds of gunshots in the streets
And another life is taken, killed senselessly….
Do you cry?
Do you cry?
Do you cry when our elderly suffer in silence-
Hungry, neglected, cold, abused, pushed aside, forgotten….
Do you cry?
Do you cry?
Do you cry when a drunk driver takes an innocent life?
Somebody’s Mother, Father, Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter…..
Do you cry?
Do you cry?
Do you cry when Justice drags its feet through a sea of red tape
Leaving its victims suffering, forgotten, their lives never the same….
Do you cry?
Do you?
Do you cry?
I do.
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Silent tears that no one sees....
A broken heart that no one can sense....
A soul crying to the world....
but no one is listening.
There are times when death
seems to be a welcome friend....
With promises of no more pain...
no more disappointments.....
no more feeling as if
all my efforts
are meaningless.
And so a prisoner of my emotions
I am trapped in a world
that no longer belongs to me.
I am a prisoner in this life.....
A cell mate in this body
where many prisoners reside.
And I cry in the silence of my soul
where no one can truly understand
This tortured shell.
And so as I continue to show the world
this false facade of bravery and strength.....
Inside- death is mocking me...
Tempting me....
Inviting me.....
And in fear of the unknown.... I fight!
I stand on the threshold....
On one side- I see a life of those I love who will never understand
how deep are the wounds within my soul.
On the other side- A promise of rest and relief....
An opportunity to know an unending peace.....
A chance of rescuing those I love
from having to deal with this
tormented soul.
I stand on the threshold....
Not sure which way to go.
© Amada Gonzalez
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In a house of bondage do I dwell.
Trapped.
Haunted is my soul.
I roam from room to room-
Lost within myself.
A prisoner of depression-
Lost to a lifetime of bad decisions….
Without hope.
I wander down the halls
Adorned with painful heartaches.
I nourish my soul at the table
Of frustrated ambition
And drag my wounded spirit
To my bed each night.
I cover my soul with affliction
And once again greet each morning
In infirmity, fear, anger,
And bittersweet remorse.
Will I ever find that one door
That will open and set me free
From this house of bondage?
Will I ever discover
The healing power of Love?
Will I even recognize Love
When it knocks on the door of my soul?
I implore all the spirits that be-
Tear down these wailing walls…
Destroy my stubborn pride-
Demolish these chains
Of resentment and rejection.
Spirit of Liberty and Life-
My soul cries for you!
Spirit of Freedom and of Victory-
Fight for this lost spirit
Trapped inside
This house of bondage.
© Amada Gonzalez
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