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Words of sensual seeking, of pleasure giving, of kisses, of love found, or lost, or captured, or shared.
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Sliding Doors and Walls
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Posted:Mar 13, 2018 5:11 pm
Last Updated:Mar 14, 2018 4:25 pm
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Sliding Doors and Walls
These sliding doors and walls
of your many confidences
the words you whisper private
say to keep these secret
the meetings and the calls
the distance noted over all
are you here or somewhere there
staring into the pond of affectation
is the only face you see mirrored back
that of your narcissistic self
and so many lines in the water
so many hooks hung with bait
do you sit alone and smile
as over these many blinded loves
you sweaty masturbate
moving one piece and then the other
no one knows why you bother
you can't live without this treason
practiced without any reason
other than the support
of your own rotting character
a person by duplicity all hollowed out
hiding behind sliding doors and walls
not caring for the bruises you leave
how those lied to might grieve
a player you might call yourself
a lover of many empty
as a stone rattling in a tin can
all hollowness and yet what a din
loving all and can let none in
beyond the fabric of the lying self
the person you are not or ever
will be as long as you are
lying to yourself and all you meet and see
hiding behind sliding doors and walls
always been less than true
a traitor to the good and honest
how you nibble at their opened souls
seeking the sustenance you cannot
provide from within your corrupted self
in giving them the fake light of your love
as cardiacally poisonous as foxglove
a drop of you deceptively toxic
a hollow crown of love you wear
and such affectations you constant swear
saying is not me is fake lies bred
by those who should not have said
all the truths they know and utter of your deeds
leaving only the rising twisted stench of your needs
and as all wiser turn and leave
you ever darker and rotting fall back
hiding behind sliding doors and walls.
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When Rain Outside
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Posted:Mar 13, 2018 5:50 am
Last Updated:Mar 13, 2018 4:10 pm
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When Rain Outside
Rain outside and within
seems the Sun out again
your top is off and I can see
the twinned hills distant close to me
mounted upon each a pinnacled peak
a nipple aroused is of which I speak
the sight before my eyes curves down
a beauty in your body glorious found
such nakedness erects my interest
and with sweet caresses I invest
to covet this body Summer warm
kisses on legs and over arm
take your waist and pull you close
and this I find I like the most
the taste of the nectar springing up
on which I as if it were honey sup
so sweet and sticky and spices too
this nectar makes me stick as close as glue
to your body i would explore
from clever tongue to volcanic core
this journey only bare begun
vibrations rise as begin to hum
the rocking rhythm we easy set
a rhythm even the ill-rhythmic can get
a panting pushing pressing trip
as you begin to buck in my grip
and I in yours begin to gush
and every thought turned to mush
illumination sparking through my head
as we hedonistic-ally are easy lead
from thoughts of rain and cold outside
to love and heat as against each other slide.
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the broken heart
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Posted:Mar 12, 2018 5:26 pm
Last Updated:Mar 13, 2018 4:48 am
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the broken heart
Here in words
and ordered structured lines
the safest place to consider
what becomes of the broken hearted
those who loved so keenly
thrown all of their being
into the act of love and loving
only to find their lives dashed
smashed against rocks of fate
through illness losing their best mate
through accident or unexpected loss
find a new burden to carry
and a heart so fractured
no length of time can reheal
no new romance reheat
whatever was true bent askew
an iceberg ripping through heart of you
even the stages of grief
when completed and g through
are no solution if nothing to anger against
and acceptance is the totality of knowing
this shadow entering a room
the door's opening creak
a voice calling your name
is not the you want it to be
they are g and you are free
free falling through an inconsequential life
all which brought light before
now only reminds you of the darkness
which paces alongside every life and love
the chance fate will turn on you
the good fortune in bringing you together
will be ill fortune as relationship shatter
you lose the only thing which matters
and so much safer and abstract
to address in words and lines
use the structure to hold back
the grief rising ever fresh
your throat constricting
eyes begin to sting
heart an aching lump
and your eyes feel so old
looking out cynical and raw
having lost your reason
your love you thought
forever would be with you
the Sun of your universe
plucked out and all goes dark
and even when Time has passed
and the light once more flows in
the light so much more feeble
your life is no less grim
the love which swelled your heart
has in departing torn the sinews
shattered the bonds holding heart whole
left you not with grief and anger
left you with the centrifugal emptiness
of a black hole in which your spirit trapped
and looking out can see world bright
full of people on whom fate has not turned
and you wish them the best
even as your own nerve endings are burned
senseless and blunted and bland
you live life without thought or plan
each day another meaningless date
this hollow emptiness all which is left by fate.
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A Reassuring Sense of Bliss
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Posted:Mar 12, 2018 4:24 pm
Last Updated:Jan 24, 2019 1:28 am
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A Reassuring Sense of Bliss
So much we tell another
over a coffee mid morning
or over a wine unwinding
charting where we are
listing the woes great and small
when we run
and when we fall
and sometimes we lean in
to each other are as book-ends
and allow our lips to meet
in kisses commonsense greet
for all the world of which we talk
for the miles we walk
the surmising and proposing
in this action we honour
feelings deep running to surface
brush of heat and moisture
breathy melding in a heartbeat
recall and kindle thoughts loving
how easily a kiss does this
brings a reassuring sense of bliss
when the talk improves nothing
when all conjecture air
in a kiss shared anew find
the ties between which truly bind.
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Swimming Out
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Posted:Mar 12, 2018 7:48 am
Last Updated:Mar 13, 2018 5:00 am
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Swimming Out
Take a chance and swim
out further than before
so far you find yourself
from any form of safe shore
you could drown out here
no one around to hear
your arms are weary
every limb exhausted
your breathing heavy
your heart thumping
it seems this could be the end
have you the energy
to turn and safely return
swim back against the distance
which you have already covered
and such an easy metaphor
for lovers life and loving
when you head out
so much energy use
and if someone does abuse
the ache and fatigue so quick
and vulnerable you drown
fear going out again
for fear of deeper fresher pain.
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Loving All The Flaws
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Posted:Mar 11, 2018 11:40 pm
Last Updated:Mar 11, 2018 11:41 pm
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Loving all the Flaws
Is your day like mine
lost in the wondering
cutting through routine and chores
the thoughts of loving all the flaws
finding birthmarks on skin clear
laying kisses deep there
tracing every mole or freckle back
to where they begin and stop
in wonder admiring the curve
of thigh around leg
how soft the skin and the heat
from the font of desire
and then a little higher
lay a sucking flicking kiss
inquisitive tongue twitch
make you sigh from fathomless deep
a sigh rising to speak
of desire and passion rising up
a boiling point reached
a sense the wall of restraint breached
and ready to fall so vulnerable
into trusting will be respected
by these lips curved which speak
of greater ideals than humanity usually know
and ready in this trusting to flow
in the universal sharing of each other
a loving you are discovering
can bring more truth than just pleasure
open you deeper than by any measure
you either sought to be or have been
in days and in years to come
as to the passion lust and desire succumb
your loins girded for sweet delight
so much baggage for our loving
union to carry on this sensual night.
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Shrapnel of Loving Ideas
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Posted:Mar 11, 2018 8:52 pm
Last Updated:Mar 12, 2018 5:38 pm
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Shrapnel of Loving Ideas
When my mind is idling
My mind so easy turns to you
They are only thoughts
And as thoughts only fragments
They drift and burst
A shrapnel of loving ideas
As if glimpses through a photo album
The pages turned so quickly
All which is imparted
A sensation of an image
Triggering a fleeting memory
A sea mist dissolving
And curling over prow of a ship
Shaped and reshaping
The line of your leg in a black leather boot
How you are sprawled out
And unconscious of my presence
Busy with your own thoughts
Till I drop down beside you and nuzzle at
The peach fur hair upon nape of your neck
A tickling brushing sensual feathered kiss
Lifting the skin and feeling your heat
As my lips enquiring lightly press down
And now your stir and turn
A sparkling glitter to those eyes
A cat seeing a bird in the garden
A footballer turning for goal
And your hand upon my head curls
Drawing my lips to your own
To taste and kiss and lick
To suck on individual lip
As the heat blossoming grows
Then shifting thoughts
Of my hand in a proprietary move
Traces the curve of your buttocks
Fingers along the edge of the crease
And you defiantly staring back
Can read your thoughts
Is there something you like
Do you sense my heated power
And you stretch all limbs and grins
A sensuous unveiling of sexuality
This is me you are stating
I am alive and free and hungry
And in my chest I feel it fill
With a boundless expression of want
A passion and desire kindled
To taste and explore and engage
In a dance of hungry loving
A shared chorus of groans and moans
To tangle myself up in your arms
And to tangle you in mine
And to celebrate the rushing glow
Of shuddering effusive orgasm
Then to lean into one another
Gathering up our breath
Recovering the energy so quickly dissipated
As fingertips idly teasing
Swirl and stroke and caressing
Keep us constantly on simmer
And make us turn our thoughts
To the performance of an encore
Before my thoughts again lapse
Fall into and upon themselves
These scraps the fuel to keep me moving
Till we are again in the midst of tumultuous loving.
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No Knights Remain
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Posted:Mar 11, 2018 8:05 am
Last Updated:Mar 22, 2018 11:49 pm
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No Knights Remain
Tell the damsels to go away
no knights remain in this neighbourhood
their shields are broken and carry
the bluntest of blunt swords
their horses are in the meadows
their squires making daisy chains
and their armour is so tarnished
know it shall never shine again
so tell all the damsels
they will need to find their own way
build ropes with which
to climb down from towers innumerable
learn how to sneak past their captors
or to lull dragons into deep sleep
for all the knights are gone
their spirits have drained away
seems they are mired in the bogs
of in decision and doubt
a bewitching place for such men
of physical courage and bravery
to not know what to do
to see they are as vulnerable
as every single maid or damsel
they had ever saved or thought to
they had once wished to love
instead a fog upon them deep
a magic spell or enchantment
which it seems has put their best natures
into the very deepest of sleep
made them useless to save damsels
and these battle hardened muscles
thoughts of guile and martial skills
they put aside for seducing
those milk maids and princesses feisty
enough to search these knights out
and bring them once more to life.
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you curl
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Posted:Mar 11, 2018 7:35 am
Last Updated:Mar 12, 2018 5:36 pm
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you curl
I want to hit the pause button
my hand between your thighs
my thoughts slightly deeper
a scent of tart ambrosia
an aroma of heated sex
pungent smell of arousal
and your fingers to my lips
with your juices tasty dips
and my fingertips swirl
and against me you curl
feel your hot breath in time
against my neck and ear
and I have a hard nipple
in my mouth of yours
and such succulent skin
I savour and slowly suck in
sucking hard as if a kiss
and how you shiver
and such a heat flash
through both of us consumed
the pleasure igniting
our bodies lightning rods
for the lust we are building
it will be released and explode
so wet and hard and hot and soft
a melting moment of dark sweetness
a quivering shaking completeness
offering your lips and tongue
offering our bodies to each other
trying to make the other gasp
trying to make the other cum
explode in orgasm and shout
or moan or coo or shudder silently
holding tight as if
this ecstasy would escape
if you eluded this grasp
breathily knowing if it is
the first of these orgasms
you intend it will not be the last
and searching for new skin to touch
to bare all of physical desire
catch a glimpse of soul
and so I search for a pause button
to hold this moment
of sexual rioting fecund
alive and vibrating and begun
as my warm thumb strokes over
your swollen sensitive clit.
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Scars of Love
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Posted:Mar 11, 2018 6:25 am
Last Updated:Mar 12, 2018 5:32 pm
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Scars of Love
You are not the first
And if the Fates play
You will not be the last
To take this heart away
To be the prize of the day
Leave your lipstick on my pillow
Your scent between the sheets
Long hairs blocking the shower drain
How many tooth brushes will I leave
In houses where I don’t live
Where I find my love
And where you find me
Stars in our eyes
And sweat on skins
You are marinated well
In youth and experience
And you know so much
And you want to touch
To be held and to hold
During every scene of every movie
And every meal with you
Tastes like the freshest experience
And such zest on the fish and your smile
Illuminates my life for a while
As we play with my heart
Though you are not the first
My heart already has the scars of love.
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shave
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Posted:Mar 6, 2018 4:39 am
Last Updated:Mar 11, 2018 6:40 am
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shave
with pumice stone and razor blade
let us your legs perfect shave
and now....insert your imagination here.
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Not Major Tom
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Posted:Mar 6, 2018 3:33 am
Last Updated:Mar 6, 2018 3:06 pm
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Not Major Tom
Their offering to send me
to a place I always wanted to see
shove my tail in a shiny metal tube
fire me on a mathematical groove
orbiting and re-entry all programmed in
up to heaven then return to sin
the powers to be have a plan
to make of Mars a new land
without taxes or laws on labour
where to be rich will be in favour
for to be poor will involve
working for the company store
working for the company home
working for the company air
until all of Mars we terraform
and I am not sure of this offer at all
to be sent high just to fall
see all the Earth from above
see the constant bickering and lack of love
we don't even have philosophies on which to disagree
no worry about communism or religion from which to free
we crushed those isms long ago
but what is left is so human greed and ego
the gathering together of bombs and tanks
a world without charity forgetting to give thanks
for the fact we are here at all
and now I await their call
to be heading up on a rocket-ship
to be escaping all this shit
and yet the projected test flight
has me returning to the same sight
a world of greed and misunderstanding
of leaders ignorant and jingoistic grandstanding
perhaps at the height of parabola
I will simply yell out "hola!"
in the place between the heaven above
and the hell of Earth waiting below
open the shiny door and step away
and leave ground control to say
all the lies they will need to expend
to explain the strange death of men.
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In the Age of Industrial Crucifixion
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Posted:Mar 6, 2018 1:36 am
Last Updated:Mar 6, 2018 3:05 am
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In the Age of Industrial Crucifixion
In the Age of Industrial Crucifixion
they are handing out nail guns at the door
find the celebrity whose lifestyle you abhor
write harshly about them and declare a twitter war
no angels of our better nature remain
we are all trolls and demons and all the same
the last saints have left the planet and the building
now to the demons of our worst nature we are yielding
bring forth all your best china and let it fall
let us shoot at it until nothing is left at all
an assault rifle murderous for our sense of protection
used by misguided teenagers dealing with rejection
an ultimate two fingers up at school and this life
leaving behind sadness grief and strife
the bloody broken bodies from military ammunition
shot through young souls not yet in need of contrition
while the older blacker souls mired in self interest
upon the Potomac will not their real intentions divest
say one thing and do another
offer prayers but never bother
to change the rules by which we die
unable to answer to any the reason why
except to pick up another cross
to mark another innocent lost
In the Age of Industrial Crucifixion
they are handing out the nail guns at the door.
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