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***30 New Poems 12/1/01***
Ebullient, quixotic plants,
crimson red or orange hued,
Exciting sensuality or disapproval.
~¤~Going Home~¤~
"The lunatic, the lover and the poet,
Are of imagination all compact;"
WS
(Midsummer night's dream)
~¤~Index~¤~
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"Chameleons feed on light and air,
Poets' food is love and fame;"
Percy Byshe Shelley
~¤~Mystery~¤~
Lit with the glow of candle light,
Those creamy satin sheets,
Covers down and pillows high;
Stand at the golden mirror,
In that lacy, high-cut gown,
Observing the pinkest blush.
Turn before the looking glass,
Glance around - view that hair
Falling soft, to that behind;
Firm beneath the fabric there,
Alluring, vibrant and awake,
Urgency in feel and touch.
Let silken clothing fall to floor,
Look so hard at naked flesh,
Lift up hands to cup that softness;
Sharp breath hissing catches,
Forces swollen flesh so high,
Achingly savage despite denial.
Intoxicating senses, longings
Vulnerable and yet so willing,
The cool caress in sheets of satin;
The image of a sensuous rapture,
The glistening folds that yield,
Mystery peaks and in a while....
...I think and turn to you.
~¤~A Remembrance Of Regaling You ~¤~
Remember you so wrapped around my head,
I bend, to graze a finger on your breast,
You harden at my touch, your nipples red,
You thus react with me, even at rest;
I kneel besides your bed to glide my tongue,
A snail to trail down your belly smooth,
Tasting the tang of treasures yet unsung,
Licking and roaming right into your groove;
Continuing my moist, yet wicked way,
Up beyond your sensuous open thighs,
Touching, tasting, licking to the fray,
Conjure from you moans and frenzied sighs.
Teasing you, I move to that moist mire,
To nestle happy 'tween the spreading hips,
And there amid the apex of desire,
I press my mouth to your vaginal lips;
Seeing you awake, my travels cease,
The lips and fingers are within you still,
As you are roused and crave a new release,
I do desist to bend you to my will;
Groans and sighs of angst, I do ignore,
To kiss your wispy down, I will now go,
To trail down those calves forever more,
As you return to life, eyes blinking slow.
Behind you now I squat and watch you turn,
Press to your cavern tight, each torrid inch,
You may be dry and hot enough to burn,
As I move into heat, you almost flinch;
With fretting fingers playing to your tune,
I seek to raise a pitch in your desires,
Stoke you so hard, withdraw perhaps too soon,
To plunge back once again to nether fires;
And on and on, I drive you to that end,
To finish, climaxing with sharp, sweet wails,
Then hold you in my arms, you sigh my friend,
And in that scent I will thee regale.
~¤~The Touch~¤~
Passionate fires burning bright,
As she danced away their lives;
He gazed at her with such desire
Seeking her in the firelight.
Their eyes met, her body arched,
She danced on as if not to care ,
Night danced to day,
Dusk tangoed to dawn,
And at last,
They touched.
~¤~Urgent Tones~¤~
The warm wind rushes down the streets,
Tosses leaves round your spry feet,
as we came close together.
I pulled away, but your hand came,
Behind my back, you called my name,
Your taste comes easily forever,
Your whispered urgent tones
of love demure.
Your tender face invites such gleams,
Enhanced by sweet and fragrant themes,
Your breath in a cloudless mist.
How I want you every ardent way,
People walk by talking, nought to say,
We sigh, yet spells never will desist,
While whispered urgent tones
of love endure.
~¤~ Sunset~¤~
Lay back on grassy hilltops,
Side by side,
Hold hands and look up at the sky;
The fading purples glowing,
Look close to see the tears.
Insecure fears run,
As she would seek the sunset.
Glowing clouds float in the sky,
Vivid pinks in this evening freedom,
Until the last fingers of sunlight die;
And, on the horizon,
Their dream disappeared,
In the shadows.
~¤~Lost Delight~¤~
All now seems hid with mist as ever was,
His eyes brim full with warmest tears;
Before she knew the softness of his mouth,
The earthy smell of lust, that taste of fear.
Squeeze her eyes shut tight, in this rapture,
Of that distant moment, this present night;
Her body shudders such incessant trembling
In her recollection of that lost delight.
All has turned to hatred and obsession
Before the mere sound of his very voice;
Would quickly set her pounding heart racing;
Before that final meeting took their choice.
The searing pain of parting has now dulled,
To a certain given level of non-existence;
Relaxing as she wakens, she shivers softly,
Memories flood back with such a vengeance.
~¤~Furtive Crescent~¤~
A dreamlike furtive crescent
This sudden wakening beam,
Sends lurid pictures crackling;
Resting open-eyed to leave me,
Stark and self-aware.
The candle flickers weakly,
Dim shadows lurking calmly,
Minds glowing in darkness;
Moments waxing, then dwindling,
To burn a reckless life.
No avenue for anxious flight,
Ideas crumbling helplessly,
In time's avaricious grasp;
A searchlight moon, heartless,
Exposes shallow thoughts.
~¤~Dewy Kiss~¤~
Gathering her layered robes of yellow,
Tresses of gold framing features,
Kindest eyes of myriad hues,
She turns, her face a reverie,
In dreamy lands of longing
That frost garbed hopeful spring,
Will bring a dewy kiss.
~¤~Such Understanding~¤~
Overwhelmed by the gaudiest paper,
Bright satin bows curl around heartbeats
A swoon inducing package
The contents a gauzy dream of tomorrow,
Magical bindings conceal delight,
A wondrous gift wrapping,
A present of such understanding.
~¤~Connection~¤~
Your harboured fears, through teardrop glow,
Sinks in the puddle of my mind;
Remembrance left on sandy banks,
So vivid in the storming tide.
Vague whispers call from far away,
Drowned out, so very hard to hear;
Against the sighs of siren lips,
The wash of waves on cliffs so near.
Your harbour walls spread for me wide,
The beaming light housed in your eyes;
Burns away despondent thoughts
The doubts, the wherefores and the whys.
Anchorage defies the tempest,
Hides them in the harbour's crescent;
The anchorage at your firm mooring,
Connects us ever in your presence.
~¤~Hand in hand~¤~
Hands are connecting
embracing, kissing shadows,
Just overlapping;
Honour one another
Delectable, intangible,
Stilled, relaxing.
A contradiction
is always separated
as veils confound it;
These sinuous threads
Provoke new synergy,
Merging unbounded.
Those virtuous wells,
clever intriguing clues
to all thoughts token;
The green fire in mine
As we lie here, hand in hand,
Sleeping apart, eyes open.
~¤~Beginnings~¤~
Reaching each watery peak as one,
Their weak cries intermingling,
Diving back below surging waves,
Drowned in the crash of the surf;
Collapsed feebly against the earth,
Sensations tingle through fatigue,
Water drenches her pale skin,
Paddling to a safer shore;
No longer lingering here,
In the ebbing flow of the past.
Her hips released by flowing sands,
Wraps her legs against each other,
Smooth flows and stronger currents,
Always creating new life waves;
A single fluid undulating motion,
Moving together in one unity,
Outlined in pink dawnlight,
Hidden in the tide's swell;
Adventures soon to commence,
A uniquely dispassionate renewal.
~¤~Just So and After All?~¤~
He sees her sitting at the bar
as he slides into his booth.
Thick ringlets
piled on her head
showed off her neck, so smooth
Black silk, more slip than dress, clings
to sex suggested at every taste.
Fabric covering
heavy warm breasts,
above the narrowest waist.
Her hips swelled out so broadly,
so smooth and round and firm,
Thighs left uncovered
bare to his gaze.
A sweet physique, heads to turn
Her body glows like a lit candle
under bright lights she sits.
See the pinkness
of her tongue
Mouth open, she wets her lips
White teeth nibbling teasing,
Quite alone, apparently,
her glaze slides past him,
never stopping -- just so
And after all, what was there to see?
~¤~Effervescence~¤~
Night filled with dizzy sensations:
Music, voices, bright laughter and a haze
Of nectarous scents and exotic flavours,
Amid a sargasso of herbs and spice.
Dancing effervescence over the street,
Perfume of a thousand strangers,
Bodies moistly pressed in hysteria,
Beguiling an acre of revelling vice.
~¤~Private Heart~¤~
Imagination with little spark,
Inspires great illusion;
Blossoms in a furious fire,
Needing bright confusion;
Exude from me the passion,
Power, purity and zeal;
To demonstrate exuberance,
Allowing comfort once denied.
Dreams filled with light,
Surroundings glisten fresh;
People smile genuinely,
Faces can freely express.
Here completely relaxed,
Intent on existence,
Appreciating, treasuring
Enjoying all delights applied.
Tender or passionate,
Secure in anonymity,
Angry or loving,
Struck by intensity;
Expose fears and desires.
Buried deep in my mind,
Awaken aspirations,
And every fantasy supplied.
~¤~Yes - For the first time~¤~
Well dressed for dinner all in red,
Parting the crowd she took a seat,
Without a second glance;
Silence swept the crowded floor
Couples stumbling, band off-beat,
Absorbing her in their dance...
....for the first time.
Walk up bold society wolf in black
Bow, a paw for pleasure offered,
With words so slowly muttered;
Gentle mouth opened demure,
Exquisite gloved hand proffered
Consent is coyly uttered...
...for the first time.
Lyrical words bring paw to glove,
A tightening predatory insistence,
Glove to vulpine lips is pressed;
Stepping forward the prey is led
Under Chandeliers no resistance,
Graceful, lost, yet not distressed...
...for the first time.
His paw suggestive at her waist,
Fragrance wafts, he dissembling,
Taken in his fold, owned and found;
The mint scent of mountain herbs,
Corsetted treasure - a platter trembling,
Enraptured by eyes, a saucy brown...
...for the first time.
Eyes hooded to detect her passion,
Saliva surges for lamb so gently led,
Quiver now, well rewarded sinner;
Crowds part for them once again
Delighted by elegance dressed in red,
Escorted, jealous eyed, for dinner...
....for the last time.
~¤~Dreams to be spent~¤~
In lost dreams of bewitchment
His voice sent sweet tremors
Lips quiver at memories
Hot breath at the hammer
Beats here a heartbeat.
So close comes excitement ,
So desired, no longed for,
Quixotic escape routes
The far reaching warmer
Climbs of desire.
Gamers stir up these embers
Through willing embrace
Meadow flowers so scented
Exhaled sighs from her mouth
The most gentle breeze
All these blown caresses
Searched valleys and high hills
For secrets unpurgered
High wisdom long chilled
Soon to be spent.
~¤~Resplendent in Serenity ~¤~
Serenity enmeshed within his head,
He bends to graze a finger to her flesh,
She hardens at his touch, papillae red,
Sensations catalyse although she rests;
He kneels beside her bed as his tongue slides,
A slippery dance across her belly smooth,
Enriched by all these treasures, he decides
to further gormandize in her slick groove;
Carousing moistly in this scampish way,
Up beyond voluptuous open thighs,
Feasting, licking, sensing her bouquet,
A banquet of excited amorous sighs:
Regaling in that nectarious musk.
Resplendent ardour yields soon to lust.
~¤~In a tease's boudoir~¤~
The lambent flame of candle light,
Illustrates faint blushes in relief,
Her make up stripped, timorous sigh,
Marked pale skin, tearful deceit.
Yielding, placid before her glass,
Humours steadied by brushing smoothe,
Luxuriates in the mirror's mask,
Slumped shoulders disillusions prove;
A hiss of anxious breath escapes,
As lanate garb slips to the floor,
Alluring flesh, vibrant, awake,
Unallayed desire behind closed doors;
Intoxicate disquieting smile,
Vulnerable tease - men would revile.
~¤~ Consuming Passion~¤~
After convulsive moments
Of making love so tender,
Animalistic, passionate,
Our consumation rendered,
Our heads thrown back,
Our muscles slack,
Lying in sexual splendour.
The two of us stay silent,
not knowing what to say,
after that furious passion,
took both our breaths away
~¤~Yours~¤~
The door opened and a woman,
Clad in such a dress:
Shimmering red Chinese silk,
Hugging her tightly,
Enters abruptly.
She turns slowly, apologising,
With a whispered word;
Glances at him shyly, winks,
And murmurs gently
In his proferred ear.
Her fragrant laugh, entices him;.
He bows in recognition;
And tempted, she responds,
Matching his gestures,
Emulating politely.
With a curtsy so demure,
On slippered feet;
A slow shine of dazzling jade,
She lingers near, a scampish grin,
Breaks on her features.
Through a dark intrigue of lashes,
A gaze awash with pleasure;
This sylphlike vision before him,
Proclaims so very simply:
I am yours.
~¤~Social Etiquette~¤~
The social discourtesy of a waltzing kiss,
Yields a comic posture that is easily dismissed,
Confronted with his fawning as she dances;
The reverential hush of discrete conversation
conceals her repulsion at his hasty fascination,
unwanted compliments and droll advances.
He hatches wicked plots with a determined guile,
She repudiates delinquency with the thinnest smile,
Remaining quite assiduous in her propriety;
The eloquent absurdity of her knowing innocence,
Features precise gestures of evident pretence,
Required by etiquette in society.
~¤~A gasping kiss ~¤~
And now I close my eyes,
Thinking of your whispers,
Describing our completion;
Keen arms around my neck,
Receptive lips against mine,
Into nectarious dissolution;
Never slow, never gentle,
but fire filled with passion,
Anticipating the evolution...
Of a gasping kiss.
~¤~ Oranges - the only fruit~¤~
When the air is thick with suggestion,
First inhale and savour the prominence,
Casually stroking the dimpled surface,
Slowly, deliberately undressing the fruit;
Disrobing it of that leathery overcoat,
Voluptuous, striking and purposeful,
With long, patient, invasive fingers,
That will pull the juicy segments apart;
Tear at inhibitions to expose the core,
Before raising the sweet smelling wedges,
To brush thickening, full, appetent lips,
That thirst and suffer, crave and desire.
The taste of this mysterious sensuality,
Its tangily explicit, rounded eroticism,
Leaves eager tongues dry in anticipation,
Weeping eyes drowning in its citrus musk;
Wait now an instant, suspended in yearning,
Relentlessly anticipate a press of fingers,
The insistent dry paradox of moist flesh,
Slowly prising pouting lips and teeth open;
Then, with that inevitable, disarming smirk,
That greedily mischievous and cheeky grin,
Devour orange effervescence and expectation,
Bringing an unsubtle conclusion to seduction.
~¤~Altered Ego~¤~
"You remind me of a lover," she said sighing,
Touching polished glass, seemingly distracted;
Her voice redeeming quality, delighting,
Eyes resting on the mirror that attracted.
Bent over as she was, she offered promise,
Intrigued he dared tactile to encroach;
A desire swept across him, overwhelming,
He focused on her smile and approached.
She taunted with her body in the mirror,
"A pretty image," she teased gently,"in the glass."
The sensuous reflection brought desire,
"Yes, you remind me of a lover from my past."
"I see your motivation," she added as she rose,
"This is a situation my altered ego knows."
~¤~Images of bruising flesh~¤~
Eyes closed tightly in the stillness,
Images forming - Pictures of a dance:
The vulnerability of fingers interlocked,
A waist encircled in reflex action.
Music pounding, seeking the rhythm,
A tempo within the beat emerges;
Energy synchronised and exchanged,
Bodies moving, driven to intoxication,
Dripping, melting with enticing slowness,
Oblivious, entwined, flesh bruising flesh.
~¤~And for my next trick, I'll turn a lusty triangle into loving smiles.~¤~
Hold hard and restrain the lusty triangle of your intimate desires,
When warm breath is exhaled and nibbling lips touch your ear,
And hands caress your shoulders and your graceful neck;
Please try to control the quivering of your lips,
That the threat of cheeky grins will not allay.
The risk of teasing, wriggling fingertips
Gently tracing the curve of your cheek,
Around your pouting lips, sets off
Tingles that again, almost,
Makes your mouth
Turn, happily,
Into loving
smiles.
~¤~Then she played~¤~
The first note quietly infects the ether,
Ripple applause, anticipate the next;
Its echo floats round in a fever,
A magic chord created to perplex.
Playing, frail yet focused and intensive,
Dancing, over strings, her fingers lithe;
The synergy, achieved now, recompenses,
A sensuous rousing pattern, she devised.
Spread, respectful silence, as she plays,
Entice riches from her alchemy of sound;
Attention so consumed by her performance,
Astonished, at this music so profound.
Hypnotising, intimate, imperfect yet divine,
Delicious harmonies manipulate the mind.
~¤~Cyprian Task~¤~
Two hands begin a massage of her shoulders,
Kneading evocative pleasures down her back,
Sliding over muscles, limbs grow bolder,
Reaching to her thighs, on the attack;
Eager limbs work up the hem of her dress,
To bare a silk clad bottom and expose,
The luscious black material to caress,
A teasing fondle makes her smile slow;
The anacreontic arching of her form,
accompanied by the catching of soft breath,
Until a sigh evinced, so gamic, warm,
Tongue licking hips to moistening excess,
In whimpering crescendo, the ragged, panting gasps,
Invites a ready member to complete the cyprian task.
~¤~Dancing in the darkness~¤~
You can dance, luxuriating, in the darkness,
The shadows hide so well voluptuous shapes;
You can touch a velvet soft cheek, far too willing,
Yours hands mellifluous stroke a tapered nape.
You can rove all over these delicious contrasts,
Clutch her waist to embrace the exultation;
Stare adoringly at differences, elusive,
Scarce controlling senses of nectarious elation.
Her presence stimulates and soon envelops,
Her sighs flow through your being, a distraction,
Tentiginous attentions soon develop,
Consciously reflecting her attraction.
Swaying in the movement, her skirts a swirling mist,
Hides her and absorbs you in a dance you can't dismiss.
~¤~Kneeling at the altar~¤~
So languorous and torrid is our passion,
My lips and fingers are within you still,
Ingenious, you crave love in your fashion,
You soon desist to bend me to your will;
To groans and sighs of angst, I seek new paths,
Saliva on your skin forms meandering flows,
I worship on this trail, down damp calves,
As excited and voluptuous, your face glows;
Determined, I move on to that moist mire,
To nestle happy 'tween the spreading hips,
And there amidst the apex of desire,
I press my mouth to your vaginal lips;
Bedazzled as I am by the wetly gleaming sex,
At this palpitating altar, I will genuflect.
~¤~You Whisper~¤~
You whisper and you startle me,
Surprise me with delicacy,
Wisps of hair in this breeze blow,
Down in a sweep your soft locks flow;
The sparkling wondering eyes,
Relax now in entwining sighs,
As chests and hips, and legs just touch,
In a secure embracing clutch;
Moistly glistening our lips blend,
To meet on cue as tender friends,
The soft sounds of our affection,
Drift slowly over our connection.
~¤~Passion~¤~
Let those muscles pull and hold and squeeze,
And into beauty's form thrust sabre crude,
Whisper endearments soft as fingers tease,
Feeling the heat of love's attack renewed;
Absorbed spongelike within this natural source,
Driving in, my hips are grasped and found,
Renewing efforts, choosing such a course,
Where penetrating bliss always abounds;
First the softest mewl, then low voiced moans,
Groans rise to squeals and to virtual screams,
Then silence spreads before your dulcet tones,
Announced the words I'd heard before in dreams.
Let that tremendous rush ebb with the tide,
And having milked our passions we subside.
~¤~Will he?~¤~
He leans down slowly,
Sensuously kisses you,
Takes your breath away.
Perfect.
Press up against him,
Feel his hand stroking you,
Feel yourself pushing,
Against his chest
And you know
You want
him.
He follows you slowly,
Kneeling down before you,
Devouring you with his eyes.
Intensely.
Look up at him and smile,
Close your eyes and stretch,
Hands above your head,
Offering yourself
Completely,
Passively,
To him.
He waits for your breathing,
Listening for the fuller sound,
As arousal anticipates his touch.
Delightful.
Sense fingertips caressing,
Your flesh leaps up,
to greet him.
Eyes tightly shut,
So hard that it hurts,
And you pray
He will.
~¤~Untouchable~¤~
Watch patiently for radiant smiles to bloom,
Delightful like the opening of a flower;
Petals revealing the caged secrets soon,
Concealed stamens of shyest demeanour.
Wonders are hidden by impenetrable wit,
Plunging to such unfathomable depths;
Surrender all where hidden passions sit,
Tentative advances cannot be left.
Lean forward to advance a daring touch,
Murmur syllables into a well of verses,
The forlorn wish of passion being such,
Empathy cedes the way to rancid curses.
Learn now never to laugh at others' dreams
Untouchably remote though they may seem.
~¤~ Ephemeral Cravings ~¤~
Take me to a new world, where I have never lived,
Launch me into oceans that I have never seen;
Prolong the sweetest imprint that you can ever gift,
Allow experience to wash innocence clean.
Teach me here and now, how to open into bud,
A whispered serenade upon half opened lips;
Strange virility calms the rushing of my blood,
Hibernate your tongue between my avid hips.
No tournament will ever impress me into yielding,
There are no jewels to seize, no power to outclass;
Just an eager woman awaiting joyful impaling,
On the evanescent challenge of a sensual mast.
A teasing, warming, trembling, short circuit of all senses,
Espouses spreading limbs, overcomes wilful defences.
~¤~ Delicate Confusion ~¤~
The pressure of caresses is a delicate confusion,
Eluding you forever, leaving darkness to oppress;
You will not allow our flesh to seek out timely fusion,
Though you would taste a sweeter curvaceousness.
Embers sparking fiercely at a bitter teasing,
Kindling new lust, ignited by attention;
Stolen expectations are never truly pleasing,
Deserted once again without renewed invention.
A conflagration burning seems as soft as a feather,
Exquisite brilliance begs the plaudits of ovation;
In conscience you return to memories and treasure,
Concentric loving circles of revitalised sensation.
Delight overly delayed, until you become much bolder,
Sleepy, half unconscious, ashes merely smoulder.
~¤~ Not Now Johnie ~¤~
Dreaming of grey faces crowding,
Faces with no vision or perception,
Their fish mouths dancing over her,
Lips spread thickly in recollection;
Fleshly thoughts pin to the ground
and their craving voices resonate,
They come not from these orifices,
Born of bones, senses reverbrate;
Nerves, screaming, absolutist, within
decrying capability and consciousness,
Denying the perfect calmness of solitude
Featherlike needing to finger sobriety.
Not now Johnie - forbidden softest curves.
Not ever Johnie - captivating words
~¤~ Loving Synergy ~¤~
Perspiration glistens across your arms,
As heated blood warms to a ruddy flush;
Slippery digits slip around your form,
Press on into feverish, pulsing rush.
Watch yourself draw closer to release,
Marvel at the sweep of fresh sensation;
Tap and toy and stroke and seek relief,
Until the storm swells to a new ovation.
The tempest of your passion rages on,
Contractions and excitement freely flow,
Throb and pulse until all strength is gone
Brace yourself, resist the spreading glow.
Moan and gasp and grope as energy tantalises
Enjoy the loving synergy that your lust devises.
~¤~ Bewitched ~¤~
Part crimson lips and pout your warm allure,
The advance battalions of your lust;
Let the scarlet tongue bide well its time,
Restrain enchanted standards to gain trust.
Scout febrile paths across predisposed flesh,
Brush a cheek, alleviate suspense;
An exhilerated cavalcade to bliss,
As incandescent melodies commence.
Eyes glimmer, cannon fodder in the grass,
Lips meld in close combat to redress;
Haunches held in place by entrenched hands,
Capturing indulgence in congress.
Refute bellicose thoughts of past encounters drift,
The treaty signed within leaves you so bewitched.
~¤~ A new configuration ~¤~
When flickering candles light the shadowy room,
You offer me cool wine, your eyes alight;
Refractions kindle longings in the gloom,
Extend the warmth of welcomes in the night.
The scent of eucalyptus fills the air,
Your smiles dancing brightly, crystalline;
Cross your legs around me contain care,
Fuse hands to their object, sylph divine.
Sweep hair back to brows as bodies quiver,
You animated, wicked, sweet consignment;
Delicious tang brought to a sudden shiver,
My fingers dipping end your cool refinement.
Should a romantic intrigue end in a lusty tryst,
A new configuration for couplets' steam to mist?
~¤~ Beguile ~¤~
Beguile with a dance through time,
Entrapping pas de deux concise;
Languorous enticement too sublime,
Stumbles at entrechats precise.
Exquisite plies quickly fail,
And injured egos can't compete;
Glamour stripped, when steps fail,
Forlorn dreams carry defeat.
Would you bend to sympathise,
A silken touch on swollen ankles,
Console the heartache of lost pride,
As sharp disappointment rankles.
Kiss grazes from a crumpled cheek,
Lips reassuring as they trace,
Bruises and cuts of misadventure,
Map contours on that tearful face.
Raised up before the crowd bestirs,
Spare lacy blushes from leering view;
Conceal secrets from those voyeurs,
Who'd celebrate tutus askew.
Don't provide the space to languish
In esoteric paradigm;
Best get shod for further anguish,
Beguile with a dance through time.
~¤~ Never ~¤~
Goodbye said with her eyes, never her voice.
"Hold me," she urges, looking out at the dawn.
"Kiss me," she whispers, deprives me of choice
Her eyes say: "Remember me after I'm gone."
"Love me," she murmurs as we relax in bed,
That faraway look conjured many "Good-byes;"
She did not look through me or past me instead,
But deep into my feelings, with mascarade eyes.
"Do you love me?" I asked. "Of course," she replied.
In that mellifluous voice, a silken deluge
"Hold me close, hold me tight, hold me by your side"
Giving up at long last her most secret refuge.
Her lips opened wetly, eager and obscene,
A prelude to love - the last dance at the ball
But as bands disappear and music's a dream
Her eyes say goodbye from the back of the hall.
I tasted her breath - honeyed nectar derived
Inhaled her scent; a refreshing sea breeze,
Wild, misty and far from conventional lives,
Her adept quick wit kept me so well at ease.
I played with her curls, black in the night air
My lips found an oasis in her musky navel
Warm in my memory, pale in the sun's glare,
I teased her moist lips as onwards I travelled.
I pleaded my case with my lips and my tongue,
Making elegant arguments, deft fingers wallow,
I entered her slowly, divining I'd won,
A glance in her eyes told me victory was hollow.
With the palms of my hands I kneaded her flanks,
I absorbed her sighs, her moans and her gasps,
She slid from embraces, murmuring thanks,
Remaining impervious, adrift from my grasp.
"Don't leave," I whisper. "Don't leave me to dream,"
She turns, looking up at the ceiling, wide eyed;
I looked at her smiling, distracted, yet keen,
I remember that look as "Never," she lied.
~¤~ A Higher Plane ~¤~
Looking towards you,
I review all you portray
But hunger ignites.
Cherished presence,
Solace at unique touches
Pleasure delights
Simmering passions,
Stir excitement in a face,
As full lips combine.
Such rhythmic melding,
Builds feverish urgency.
As lovers recline.
Stumble over words,
Mouths open their speech stolen,
Nothing to explain.
Quiet transformation,
Raises such entwining love,
To a higher plane.
~¤~ Dripping Honey In My Head ~¤~
Your voice is honey dripping in my head
At midnight whispering on telephones
Concepts liquefy 'til you're misled,
Listening to the timbre of those moans.
You have submitted to such avid thoughts,
You've lifted up the hem of your silk gown,
Lie back, ready for pleasurable sports,
Play with your moistness and its soft surround.
You turn languorous on coverlets,
Imagine sins for which you must atone,
Instructed, reach for toys you won't regret,
Permitted as you are to utter groans.
Binding your limbs with silken scarfs so tight,
Stuffing your dampened panties in your mouth,
Your baleful fantasies complete this night,
Would surely disturb any absent spouse.
Engendering your climax I will devote,
Tawdry words, streaming eager from my lips,
Ragged gasps rise harshly in your throat,
Accompanied by wildly surging hips.
I envisage your lust dissipated,
Relaxing back upon your marital bed,
Snuggle with your blankets now you're sated
Your voice still honey dripping in my head.
~¤~ A look into dreams ~¤~
In sleep I find that face in lurid dreams,
Translucent skin that each dark night demeans;
Eyes, oh such eyes, each an entrancing pool,
Pale roseate lips entice, always guileful,
Moistly spread in sleep to smile sanguine
Beauty catch my words, contained within,
Created from imagined mutual pleasure:
Mine for but a moment, then gone forever.
~¤~ So Long In The Making ~¤~
A kiss so long in the making,
The fire, the love and the passion,
Built over months of debating,
Culminating after a fashion;
She so beautiful, glistening,
Hair dripping right down on her face,
At last his senses are listening,
Arms meet in steadfast embrace.
Tears moisten cheeks with damp trails
Before puddling down to the floor;
He leans in to kiss flesh, so pale,
Whispering as he does: " Are you sure?"
Look timorously into his eyes,
Let him know at once it is right,
Slowly run warm hands down his sides,
He'll respond to enhance her delight.
Grab his head and pull it in close,
Her softness becomes his whole world,
Let him feel the tempo he chose,
Hearts pulse as enjoyments unfurl;
Breathing delicious fragance,
Her perfume a sudden awakening,
Lips and tongues mingle impatient,
A kiss so long in the making.
~¤~ Ascribing thoughts ~¤~
When thoughts are ascribed in separate lands,
Penned down words may bring them together;
In a fashion such intrigues become stern commands,
Insinuating hints of forever;
Delight in the thought of a broadening smile.
Fond chuckles to melting affection,
Relishing every lascivious sigh,
Each caress realising connections;
They're taken, yet dreams cannot infringe respect,
Words lave their hearts in familiar sands;
Engendering charms designed to protect,
When thoughts are ascribed in separate lands.
~¤~ New Romances ~¤~
Whenever her ruffled countenance is displaced,
That cheek against my cheek will be inclined;
Ideas brush from her mind across to mine,
Osmosis through our thoughts thus interlaced.
Tranquility curbs our tongues lest they impart,
Distortions of pensive outputs thus conveyed;
Zealous words far too severe ever to purvey,
Nuances that delimit the views we craft.
In these quiet surrounds, the touch of flesh,
Is sufficient to breach barriers that confine;
Vain syllables are muted by design,
When in the ensuing silence, new synergies caress.
Within this quiet tranquility discover the moral,
The peace of new romances heals each quarrel.
~¤~ Dreaming of Smiles ~¤~
He'd send you to dream with a smile in your heart.
He'd bring you to pleasures unknown for a while,
When the intimate echoes divulged on your part
Take you to rich dreams at the heart of a smile.
From the heartiest smiles come wonderful dreams
With moments eclypsed by each word that beguiles,
Lean back, close your eyes, whispers cannot demean,
A romantic heart in a sweet dream of smiles.
~¤~ Concealed in a Pink Kiss ~¤~
Night rejoices in the secret of fashion's newest shape,
Hidden and so well kept, it waits for dawn to break:
Delicate as a butterfly, cool as a rose white bud,
Flutter and tremble, beauty, arousing warmer blood.
Slivers of finest silk glide to pool across the floor,
Pale distraction in the darkness, the pink flights to adore,
Weaving wondrous garments from which beauty is made,
Roseate living textile, glimpsed on its parade.
These secret hues are borrowed from the crimson dawn,
From the shell of my enslavement to the perfume of a form;
This fabric dyed from petals, with modesty dismissed,
Torments well kept desires, concealed in a pink kiss.
Touch the rose to find the poems