King of Thunder
The following poems are a favorite of my friend
~King of Thunder~
Thoughts of you
How many times have I thought of you And the many things I’d like to do.
I sleep at night with you on my mind,
One night with you, would be just fine.
Your white robe is what I see,
I wonder, wonder, how it would be.
If I could touch your lips with mine,
The thought of this is so divine.
I want to see you without that robe,
Your body to touch, caress, and probe.
I’d lay you down, your body to admire,
One look at you, sets my soul on fire.
I want to feel you, touch, and kiss, send you into . . . .
heavenly bliss, I want you, need you,
feel my desire, Me inside you, I would never tire.
I could make love to you all night long,
It would feel so good, it couldn’t be wrong,
These are my thoughts, what I fantasize,
You’re all too perfect in this man’s eyes
Travis
Surrender
Lay your head back lover, Relax your troubled mind, Let me fill your world with peace, Leave the past behind.
Fill the night with pleasure, Sweet, erotic bliss,
Movement of both place and time, Suspended with a kiss.
Lift your heart to soar above, Gaze into my eyes,
The single sound to reach our ears, Love's releasing sighs.
Entwined as one, A single cord, We'll surrender in the night,
Staying here forever, In the moon's caressing light.
Sheila Blair
Who is this man I dream about?
Who comes to me in the still of the night,
This stranger whose light is placed in my secluded midst,
calling me, beckoning to me, pulling me out of the
shadows of which I have found safety from the bitter pain
of another love, another time. Who gently places his hand
upon my cheek and makes my world come alive again.
This man who comes to me in dreams, electrifying them,
filling them with vivid color. Who makes my eyes sparkle,
my heart warm and my days and nights beautiful,
stirring passions long since forgotten. I am leery, cautious,
can this be true and good? Or is it yet another lesson to be
painfully learned? And yet he intrigues me and treats me
with the gentlest of ways. He gives me understanding and patience.
And most importantly acceptance. His name sweet upon my lips,
his heart beating strong and true. His voice music to my ears
A lifetime away and yet close enough to reach out and touch...
My heart trembles.
Silence
The dim light of the moon shimmers Gently
Through the window and
Spatters onto the cold floor.
The silvery silence bares his soul,
As his body presses against mine,
His warm skin beads with sweat,
The essence of his life.
A quiet rumor.
A sacred secret.
His sweet breath tickles my ear
With dreams of yesterday
And promises of tomorrow.
Lauryn Erl
More
I see myself holding you close to me,
Squeezing your body tight.
But for all I see as I daydream-
I know I'll get tenfold tonight.
Running my palms across your breast,
As you tremble and bite your lip.
Feeling your hands upon my chest,
The softness of each fingertip.
Tasting your neck so sweet, so soft,
And slowly lowering my kiss.
Over pert nipples, across your navel,
And finally into pure bliss.
Looking upon your face from below-
As you tilt back your head.
Feeling your fountains begin to flow-
As you ease back on the bed.
Your "innocent little devil" look-
Crying insatiably with the sensation.
Lip to lip lapping up every drip-
From the well of your creation.
The way you pull me up by the hair-
To the heat of your mouth, on fire.
No other thoughts, no other cares,
Just the quenching of mad desire.
Riding the tide of passion,
Pushing my love into you.
On the waves of your emotion-
In slow motion, so sweet and true.
Pulse pounding in resounding rapture,
Taken to the hilt, then just past.
Rhythm growing, faces glowing,
The climax coming fast.
That heated, illicit look- Of ecstasy across your eyes.
The culmination nearing- Within your undulating thighs.
Echoing throughout the heavens-
On overindulgent cries. The sultry look upon your face-
In reaching that gyrating gush.
The way you bite my fingers-
When I try to make you hush.
Your arching back, your fingernails,
Your perfume mixed with sweat.
The way you keep rubbing against me-
With your insides already so wet.
The way when I'm beat dead and ready-
To fall face first to the floor,
You put your sweet lips to my ear-
And whisper, "I want more! "
Michael Anderson
The Voice Of Seduction
It was another lonely evening In another lonely bar
When across the crowded gathering I see, there you are
Intoxicating beauty and grace and poise
Seemingly unaffected by the crowd and the noise
I watched you deflect suitors by the dozen
Hovering about and stalking you like a coven
I sat and we talked and I no longer had a choice
Uncommon beauty and a lively intelligence
A rare combination beneath such a lovely countenance
And, oh lord, such an exquisite voice Low and breathy,
full of promise The voice of seduction
Eroticism, witticism, full of compassion
A voice that prompts thoughts of Nights
of wild abandon Of full moons....
Above warm tropical rains Of long moonlit walks
on the sands Of fine wines and candlelit dinners
Of mountain log cabins with crackling fires
Of romantic destinations, nights filled by sighs
A woman whose conversation is an event
Intelligent, inventive, romantic, and heaven-sent
Knowledgeable about so many subjects
With a voice that entrances sweet and direct
A woman's maturity and a little girl's innocence
Simple naivete and seductive temptress
A complex woman without a doubt
A siren perhaps, singing to tout
Chivalry, sensitivity, and romance
Qualities begging for enhancement
In men the world over
Therefore the key to this maiden of myth
Is to make sure that she is never bereft
Of the qualities she so richly deserves
Do this to ensure that her love will be preserved.
Mark Acciard
I Look Upon Her
I look upon her face lying on my pillow
Lit by the light of my bedroom window
Wrapped within my gently arms
Knowing she will come to no harm
I look upon her hair, soft and fair
Unable to find the words to compare
Answers she has given me in times of pain
That love and hope will visit again
I look upon her lips, moist and red
Giving me life when all was dead
She restored my heart when it was lost
Melting what was covered in frost
I look upon her breasts, firm and strong
Knowing that love could not be wrong
Slowly moving with every breath
Always knowing she was not like the rest
I look upon her hips, round and smooth
Gently touching not daring to move
I fix the sheets with delicate care
But a gentle kiss is all I dare
I look upon her face staring into mine
Filling my body as if it were wine
I close her eyes with gentle kisses
For she has answered all my wishes.
Raven
I Can't Stop
I can't stop thinking about you
Wondering if you think of me, too
I can't stop thinking of your lips
Oh! How soft they are between mine
I can't stop imagining your hands
As they caress my every hair and limb
I can't stop thinking of your face
How I love it and it thanks me in return.
I can't stop thinking of your voice,
As sexy as the body it possesses.
I can't stop feeling your touch inside me.
My temperature rises and emotions explode.
I can't stop thinking of how much I want you,
how I need you
No matter what you do,
I can't stop thinking about you.
Stacy Williams
Face of an Angel
To be striped of my virtue
To be striped of my pride
Casts a shadow over my being
That now makes me angry inside
I can't let this happen
I can't turn and run
I can't let the darkness block out the sun
To give in to hatred
To give in to fear
Stands against everything I know
And everything I hold dear
I will hold on to my love
And my passions with grace
And when I lose grip
I will picture your face
The face of an angel
That came to my side
To brighten my heart
And made the darkness subside
Raven
