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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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Reeds in the Wind
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Posted:Feb 12, 2018 4:18 pm
Last Updated:Feb 15, 2018 9:47 pm
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Reeds in the Wind We are reeds in the wind bending to the storm within such passion flowing in our veins our kisses falling as if rain your supple body bending back as along your body caresses track learning how and where you sigh diovering softness of inner thigh the warmth which each to other imparts the fiery touches which ignites our hearts every moment we move together seems our rhythm and timing getting better reeds moving in the wind bending to the storm within hungry lips on other gnaw this desire we dare not ignore holding hips and setting pace in kisses deep attain a timeless grace hands beneath raising you up and sometimes breast stroking cup every inch of physical form alight with passion as we perform and greater than the physical world beyond the heat and body's curves a pillar of fire from spirit rises entire being this loving comprises holding close as embrace can be as you and I seek perfect synchronicity both are breathing in greater haste as every touch this electricity chase we are reeds moving in the wind bending to the storm within a vibration purring echoes deep as we further in passion leap barely moving from this place as with kisses body lace sucking licking exploring you such joy in reactions I view a sultry husky moan of more exciting me to my very core and a glance of demanding want this is no time to tease or taunt locked together our bodies rut joyous in this spirited fuck a loving without censorship a loving deep true not quick shaking we of the other grasp as if this moment might be our last holding on it seems for dear life as across us roars orgasmic delight twitches pleasurable and sparks of ecstasy the soaring love and joy of you and me as if reeds standing before the wind made stronger by the love within.
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Souls Mislead
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Posted:Feb 11, 2018 8:02 pm
Last Updated:Feb 12, 2018 6:04 pm
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Souls Mislead Valentine's Day red when all good souls are mislead poison your skin to present an unlined face you would not resent kill a thousand buds just blooming to use as your personal grooming sweet roses by the truckload rot because this charade will not stop your attempts at romantic action established by a commercial transaction offering flowers in exchange for sex does not such licentious behaviour vex we are more than chocolate and bouquets we have other greater attributes okay provide some deeper incentive for the opportunity to this person paw show some initiative creativity and spark don't follow lead of every Tom Don and Mark No need to wear restricting lingerie cheap if with loved one you would think to sleep no need to douse yourself in toxic scents as if by your body odor you were incensed no need to paint a mask on your face to make your lover's insipid heart race put aside all these mercantile wiles present instead a face of smiles listen and in your listening share all those things about which you care and then when the one you capture take them to the edge of rapture and halting mention it is Valentine's Day should we to church or should we pray for all the sad souls bereft and alone and should we mortal sinners atone for this love so based on hasty lust that on a special day we feel we must offer obligatory sex as pagan sacrifice an annual offering we hope will suffice to keep us together for another year how do you think on that my dear......
and if that does not kill romantic mood then burp thrice and blame the heavy food.
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Valentine's Day Night
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Posted:Feb 11, 2018 7:26 pm
Last Updated:Feb 12, 2018 6:05 pm
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Valentine's Day Night Valentine's day red Valentine's Day bright who cares for chocolate who cares for roses bring me Valentine's Day night when lights are off and together lie with kisses emotions pry holding close and whispering those sweet entreaties at a volume for one alone not done over the phone to the warm body beside against which I now lie carnal thoughts in my head of deeds lusting of caresses sensuals of joyous melding of body on body leave you breathless in passion almost crying so sweet the day become by emotions overrun teasing fingers supple tongues our loving much until we done then drift to sleep in tangled embrace on Valentine's Day red let us Valentine's Day in bed.
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a golden light through an open door
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Posted:Feb 11, 2018 6:17 am
Last Updated:Feb 12, 2018 6:52 am
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a golden light through an open door Late at night when the wind can blow and seems ghosts might walk one of those really dark nights and we have been together not likely enough to lose the complete sense of mystery of wanting to discover all about the other person in the room with us and you smiled and I smiled and we both lent in and we kissed as we had many times before but perhaps we were familiar enough to make it an even better kiss one which tugged at some filament of understanding and reality tore a hole into our true empathy and at that point only a door opened in our togetherness through which shone a golden light an understanding of who we were a trust that this love was true in the brightness beautiful a hue of golden light strong and true for a moment the door open and I could see through in the kiss in that moment and then the door closed firmly and completely and you may wonder what happened next turn away and escape find someone else who could hold the door open more or do you realise the door which opened is so rare and precious to see that you accept the life given the life you must lead and with that person who once opened the door stay hoping at some point you both will find the way you opened the door once perhaps you could again.
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Remind Me Of Music
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Posted:Feb 8, 2018 5:51 pm
Last Updated:Feb 12, 2018 9:47 pm
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Remind Me Of Music Birds on wing circling so we are in this bar our glances sometimes land an unbalanced dart on target in the other's gaze and then Time seems to pause till with dry lips we turn away building up bravery to say you remind me of music music I didn't know existed until I saw you sitting there a piece of life's jigsaw a central piece missing as if you were lost when I first began and my puzzle never solved until I first saw you and the attraction unwavering draws us close till opposite across a table you sit and tell those stories proud and shy of where you went and have d places visited and work performed the bands and singers you liked as we build a library of each other a catalogue to categorize you and me and to indicate if beneath our skins our thoughts might not be too far apart that civil disorder unlikely if we stray to awkward subjects and hear the charity of your heart the causes to which you give import how you spend your time when time you have free to use in a book or music or a walk catching up on movies or finding a friend with whom to talk now we sit closer still both on same side of table your head on my shoulder not resting just happy as we while the day away wishing it would never end a song I want to learn music to move my heart a melody to set me free.
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the more lively you awaiting
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Posted:Feb 7, 2018 5:43 pm
Last Updated:Feb 11, 2018 5:14 am
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the more lively you awaiting The camouflage you wear to blend in and disappear your colours dull not bright your hair dark not light you move into the shadows attempting to merge with the wall yet when you are unable to hide your smile or your laugh breaking freely flows there is such a beauty there which only artists of genius know how I want to do as artists do take you and place you on display a private gallery sitting in a private place for you and I and trace the lines of your face bring greater colour to your cheeks remove those drab rags with which you clothe yourself blow lightly on your skin my lips to graze over heat to slowly bring out from within the passion I know you hold the desire hidden in your thoughts the fun hinted in your smile the lust for life in your laugh together you and I not create merely unveil the more lively you awaiting to step out in loving style to discover life is joy ecstasy passion and desire and all is waiting for you in this next kiss in the heartbeat rapid life bursting to be free.
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Dress Sense
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Posted:Feb 7, 2018 3:34 am
Last Updated:Feb 11, 2018 5:15 am
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Dress Sense You wear your smile bright its presence brings its own light and when you wear the blue dress short as a rabbit in the headlights I am caught my gaze lingers on naked upper thigh then I move my gaze to meet your eyes on high sometimes it will be a bra of great ability to create deeper cleavage to make me guilty as again my gaze drifts from your words distracted by those treacherous plunging curves those tops which show side of bare flank and glimpse of breast to heavens I thank how you cleverly wield those fashion tools make of distracted men easy fools how the fabric hugs curves and lines or straps climbing up you like vines the magic with bits of fabric silk and lace to highlight your body and your grace high heels or low or bare feet I see each hints at the always female mystery a heavy woollen jumper in Winter cold clings to you as I would want to warmly hold and most of all and worth all the miles the brightest and lightest of your smiles when for me you wear nothing at all when in passion's hope I come to call.
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A Week to Valentine's Day
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Posted:Feb 6, 2018 8:22 pm
Last Updated:Feb 7, 2018 3:02 am
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A Week to Valentine's Day A week to Valentine's Day when we must give romantic thought their way when we must ply our loved one with attention for on Valentine's Day that is the convention and with the obligatory gift giving done you and I must have intercourse even if it isn't fun even if you are tired and worried about your job or I have been acting like a heartless slob on that day it is expected we two lovers must be connected hail snow wind hurricane heat or rain we must connect as a couple again
Which is why I prefer a week out from the Day to track you down with thoughts of play under no obligation except our own desires is genuine if from kisses we ignite lustful fires press you back into the couch as TV squawk in kisses and panting lose track of how to talk stroking hand brushing over inner thigh and your whispers asking me to go higher a fingertip swirling in the lightest dew brings forth a curling arching body response from you settling back again and taking a deep breath you state for the wicked now there be no rest let us show our love in copulation erotic let us trip the lights blazing and exotic
Under no social or mercantile obligation to participate in a bout of copulation to perspire and allow hips eager to meet to tangle reaching limbs and curl feet to burn lips with kisses deep to exhaust ourselves to edge of sleep no roses red or chocolate dark no need to picnic in the park instead in private let us reveal those emotions raw we conceal allow our lust unchained to mark our love rather than wait a week for the obligatory push and shove.
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Not the Olympics
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Posted:Feb 6, 2018 5:43 pm
Last Updated:Feb 7, 2018 4:17 pm
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Not the Olympics This isn't the Olympics I am not seeking world class fast I want a lover with stamina to last do not bring your jumping skis to bed they will tear the sheets to shreds unclothe and disrobe and naked be as the Greeks were in Olympics of history what they would make of games on snow and ice I suspect be unquotable and not at all nice I have never heard of a great Greek nordic skier or of a bearded Greek curling team overseer and in my boudoir I am the same do not bring here some alien game we are here to love not win gold so embrace don't practice a wrestling hold there may be moments when and in this I seek your person not to offend we shall resemble a professional two person team as if locked in a bob-sled together we scream in ecstasy unchecked and unjudged no style marks and no worries if we are smudged by fluids risen tart from deep within this bed our end and where we begin to carry flirting and teasing to levels higher brighter than Olympic flame burns our desire so get beneath the covers with me as the aerial skiers I will set you free to soar in mind and spirit high as I seek essence of love between your thighs no gold shall either of us win today though in our fornicating Olympic class at play.
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Take a Pause
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Posted:Feb 6, 2018 2:25 pm
Last Updated:Feb 7, 2018 3:06 am
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Take a Pause For a moment let us cease our words pay greater attention to our curves one hand resting on plump of hip as together into embrace we slip focus on the touch of lips in kiss these little things this rising bliss and fingers lightly massage shoulder enjoy these thing before get older send shivers rattling down your spine as kisses on throat with caresses combine gauge the heat growing as we chase a deeper intimacy in this embrace sweet curve of breast circled so by dancing strokes moving back and fro as kisses passion by heat rising fired we discover we are so desired let us take a moment to remove the clothes constricting and so approve of this other body with which we lie explore its curves and in moist niches pry bring to life and loving passions slumbering until with passionate energy we are humming the life fantastic the magnificent life ecstatic take a pause I say then take life and grab it for the future unwritten we cannot ever know but in this moment through us love does flow.
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this is not the future promised.
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Posted:Feb 6, 2018 3:08 am
Last Updated:Feb 7, 2018 3:01 am
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this is not the future promised. This is time of the future of which I was told yet to the promises given a mirror does not hold we believed we would do things better and right not succumb to the ills which did other generations blight yet the artistic suburbs from which such hope grew our mercantile gentrification of those places slew we forced up the rent and forced them out the poor and young have no place to shout the clubs and bars where live music played each in turn has been condemned and sprayed the places and bars where writers gathered to discuss the walls knocked down and roofs left to rust in every creative sphere we ask how much will it earn not what from this creativity can our society learn our society has no time or space for those who dream in every field of endeavour those dreamers we demean and yet without time for reflection and allowing creativity to flower our world becomes more typecast and dumber by the hour who knows from where the next Mozart or Einstein will appear can be sure in knowing will not be one forced to draw beer forced to perform menial jobs to survive a creative life for they will have no time to focus and overcome creative strife no time to reflect and challenge the here and now look forward or sideways not back and creatively plough new lines of thought or principles of genius as yet unknown without the space in which to develop inspiration has flown instead we set them all to menial tasks to their spirit break create a dis-spirited nightmare world from which we cannot wake.
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Taste & Live & Explore & Run
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Posted:Feb 5, 2018 9:13 pm
Last Updated:Feb 6, 2018 3:33 am
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Taste & Live & Explore & Run A tactile embrace all of me placed against all of you first full body kiss of naked skin feel the body stir and react to desire within this is our moment in the Sun to taste and live and explore and run fingers through your long hair falling hear response from body as if calling to arms to the wall to full alert stand for body to body we are so grand and stroking fingers linger over the sweet rise of breast of my lover and tracing barely touching glide over breast nipple and slip unto underside and lightly trace a sensual stroking dance to see if this an erogenous zone by chance the intake of breath as you twist how you take hold of my other wrist these tactile pleasures in our caresses with heart and emotions easy messes and along your flanks I sketch lines light and feathery perform a million times and at each pass more sensitive you become as we taste and live and explore and run this sensual odyssey on which we are set our bodies catching sensations as if a net drawing in each brushing teasing stroke and in time we are in harness to lust's yoke as twisting we seek out these touches bold in a loving stupor our bodies against other fold igniting deep within the orgasmic shift as our caresses kisses touches lift to envelop each other in our love upon naked skin lips swoop from above nipple lightly tugged in errant play and clit a kiss to ask if one may your hips rising and sensual groan demand another touch of lips and a stroking hand upon your hip to steady place and you the same to me as thoughts race we are two in heat together fusing of this sensual tactile love there is no confusing a molten splash of heat and joy hot as Sun sensual eruptions as we taste live explore and run.
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Ode to Sweat....
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Posted:Feb 5, 2018 6:42 pm
Last Updated:Feb 7, 2018 3:01 am
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Ode to Sweat Sweat across my brow forms as my pores their role performs a wayward drop spirals falling down splashes and evaporates on burning ground Sun is bright and high and wind is hot this heat unrelenting will not stop and yet to bicycle pedals I apply my self to try and remove this stomach shelf so much easier to put on this damned weight removing not as simple as sending off as freight instead my body work as I turn a perspiring red burnish the wheels turn only from the energy I furnish each low hill calls on new reserves for steeper hills no energy can I conserve learning which gears need be set for what and getting wrong on mid hill I sometimes stop breathing hard grasping air from day's furnace breath dying figuratively for a pause a drink and rest and then I press my foot down once more move the bicycle across the forest floor each pedal in rhythm lifting and falling as to my Adonis heart exercise is calling no Narcissus I would claim to be I just seek a fitter tauter leaner me even as Summer Sun beats me down and sweat gathers heavy on my frown the clothes I wear dampen with sweat as in the heat directions I almost forget a blur is all this heated world around as this exercise torture most un-profound character building to sweat you might state but for my character it does not rate self flagellation seems a useless tool when world will freely practice on every fool the world is hot and not all due to climate change is of my own doing as this body I seek to change only mad dogs and Englishmen in the noon day sun and yet I am here bicycling as I really hate to run.
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