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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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Carlisle
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Posted:Jan 21, 2018 6:01 pm
Last Updated:Jan 26, 2018 2:21 am
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Carlisle
They said call in tomorrow
he may be better then
so left behind the red setter
Carlisle was his name
had been looking poorly
dry nose and off his food
so to vet had been delivered
with the modern optimism
that a person with a degree
experience and years of study
would know what beset the dog
a best friend loyal and true
could assuage our fears
of how dry Carlisle's nose was
how the glutton would not eat
and how slowly he rose to his feet
and even his tail wag looked weary
so come tomorrow they said
let us run the tests
and check the bloods
and then can give opinion
of how Carlisle is doing
and in the morning we arrived
to find the short night
Carlisle had not survived.
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Waiting for the Phone to Ring
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Posted:Jan 21, 2018 4:13 pm
Last Updated:Jan 22, 2018 2:36 am
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Waiting for the Phone to Ring
Now you are waiting
for the call you are guessing
when will the phone be ringing
all of life on a stay of execution
a simple call such a production
waiting for the phone to ring
the tweet to chirp
the email to swoosh in
or a knock at the door
who knows what you are waiting for
just the anticipation is enough
to stop your day
to prolong an hour
every minute falls
with tedious timeless monotony
waiting for the phone to ring
waiting to celebrate something
and hanging on the line
a grape drying on the vine
you pace and mutter to yourself
stare down the food in the fridge
allow television to chat alone
rove across the internet
waiting for the phone to ring
to be put out of this wondering
what the answer will be
is the effort worth the payoff
such tension inside yourself
staring at the phone
waiting for the phone to ring.
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The Sea Rushing In
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Posted:Jan 21, 2018 5:17 am
Last Updated:Jan 26, 2018 2:22 am
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The Sea Rushing In
I hear the sea rushing in
a tsunami of sensation
a sound to drag me under
to make me greater things ponder
the freckle on your wrist
the smile you sometimes twist
when humour is to wry
as if this tart taste too strong
and sometimes when we kiss
beside the surging sea
I hear only waves
breaking on a distant shore
I am in a place apart
a place of my heart
your lips are ships carrying me
to some distant horizon
a place I have never been
and yet comfort as you take me
knowing this place was always there
found through you my conduit
to a brighter life more fair
a heat sweeps through my body
my every muscle sings
I am a choir of thoughts
this kiss the greatest hymn
sacred and abiding
eternal and gripping tight
you are the morning Sun blazing
you are the Sea's reflected night
the wave tips phosphorescent glow
sweeping in around us
a sound of life never ending
and in our kiss we warm our souls
breach the walls of spirit
and flow into each other.
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Another Perfect Kiss
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Posted:Jan 18, 2018 5:36 pm
Last Updated:Jan 21, 2018 4:10 am
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Another Perfect Kiss
When we kiss
you close your eyes
not tightly just completely
I see the lines on your forehead
change and concentrate
as you explore our kiss
and my eyes open
I watch those lines
until the sweet spot found
some alchemy of lips and tongue
and the kiss correct is d
those lines upon forehead fade
and you are adrift in sensation
on sensual waves of dreams
consumed and within
this kiss we are narrating
almost breathless we become
and my eyes close
and I join you there
tasting touching caressing
lip to lip and tongue conspire
to meet the hs of our desire
in a kiss which is yet many
drawn out longer than would seem
we could hold our breaths al
melting into the other's lips
in other words the deepest truest
melding bliss of another perfect kiss.
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where have you made love?
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Posted:Jan 18, 2018 5:05 am
Last Updated:Jan 21, 2018 4:06 am
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where have you made love?
The world is spinning
an orbit unstable
and you are naked
laid out across kitchen table
one leg on my shoulder
my lips and eager tongue address
and fingers delving deep
seeking g-spot to caress
those folks will ask
what places strange
have you made love
what is your range
there was the time
out on the dewy grass
and all our vigour
left green stains on your arse
the car park rendevous
in the middle of the day
all others off at work
and we take a break to play
how vibrant we both were
your lipstick red lips
going down upon me
until lipstick from cock drips
while I am stroking breasts full
lightly teasing nipple taut
insatiable in our overwhelming lust
only half hoping we won't be caught
on the street late at night
skirt pulled aside
some shadows our only cover
as deep within I did slide
our voices crashed
from walls our moans
quicker faster deeper now
in demanding passionate tones
upon a flight up high
my hand and nimble fingers
hot between your acquiescing thighs
biting on my shoulder as you shudder
and later as plane to sleep falls
demanding I so same again
as you masturbate me
to a tissue captured spend
every room in the house
seemed our duty to make it ours
to have our sexual rut
the aroma lasted for hours
sweaty hot sexy stench of us
chapped lips and raw burnt knees
all the things we happy did
for each other always want to please
and that time at work late I stayed
and you came in frisky
and how in office played
upon the boss's desk celebrate
these ever youthful hormones
when you and I together
matters not what or where or weather
this constant desire and lust forever.
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You Make Me Soar
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Posted:Jan 17, 2018 4:33 pm
Last Updated:Jan 18, 2018 4:18 am
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You Make Me Soar
My lips against your skin
how exciting as we begin
I am eagle hawk or swan
I cannot pause for a moment
as rapid as a roaring comet
in this headlong rushing flight
every kiss it seems it gives me wings
I trace the many lines
that Time has placed upon you
I gaze down
and I admire this beloved view
seems you never really treasured
the beauty of your self
well let me tell you it is true
you are a sight beautiful to behold
no one else I would want to hold
my kisses raining down on you
each curve of your skin
sets the arc of my kisses to bring
and what joy it is to place them down
a smile upon your blushing face
sets your heart to begin to race
when my eager lips meet your skin
I feel a lifting wing
I am eagle hawk or swan
there is no time to be wasting
no pause or hesitating
it is time for us to be skin to skin
tell me every story
of how you found yourself here
tell me every dream
let us remove every fear
for you are more beautiful
than the setting Sun or rising
you are the dawn my day and night
and when my lips meet your bare skin
I feel a passionate wind rush in
lifting me higher than I have ever been before
I am eagle hawk or swan
and you always always always make me soar.
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Beneath the Bushel
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Posted:Jan 17, 2018 2:24 pm
Last Updated:Jan 21, 2018 4:05 am
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Beneath the Bushel
If you could find a bushel
Under that you would hide yourself
at every party I see you attend
you shelter by the wall
avoid conversation as if in pain
cast your gaze wildly
and so you do appear
a feral animal seeking exit from
some greater torment than
the unexciting conversation
with which you are presented
your clothing that you wear
conceals and hides your form
arms wrapped around yourself
legs pulled up protectively
your eyes are downcast
you wear a perpetual frown
we all feel that way sometimes
want to avoid the world
but you have made self concealment
your life's endeavour
yet sometimes I catch a flash
of colour in your eyes
a smile rising you must suppress
and at times sense your desire
to push yourself further out
into the chaotic spin of life
and you draw my attention
by your studied lack of caring
if any interaction should ever be
having decided there is too much pain
to much sorrow in sharing
all you think life could be
or the precious vulnerability you hold
so I intend to draw you out
find the smile hear your shout
see you talk of what you care about
slowly peel aside the scars
tend to your weeping wounds
stitch and close what I can
and offer succor to your thoughts
and in time perhaps
when you are feeling stronger
remove the last vestiges
of your self imposed hermit-dom
with these lips discover
the heat beneath your cover
take the light from beneath this bushel
and set you to illuminate life
as if Sun were captured within your soul.
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broken stories
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Posted:Jan 17, 2018 2:49 am
Last Updated:Jan 18, 2018 4:17 am
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broken stories
These broken stories
seep into our world
of broken people
in broken places
with broken hearts
and fractured souls
barely held together
by distant conversation
and moonlight hopes
strung between
this breath and next
that world will
brighter lighter grow
our hearts will float
to places we knew
in younger dreams
before the grit
and dust and muck
of life accumulated
and we were lost
blind and stumbling
seeking answers
no matter the cost.
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do I look sexy in this
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Posted:Jan 16, 2018 9:31 pm
Last Updated:Jan 21, 2018 4:09 am
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do I look sexy in this
The eternal question
do I look sexy in this
asked to goggle-eyed men
who know any answer
may result in disaster
and so he falls to me
to tell what I would see
what should you wear or not
to dis what you have got
a man a tailored suit might hide
all types of sins and stomach inside
for you a white bedsheet works
tugged tight to show your curves
the strength of hips and lines down
how proudly breasts below eyes found
just a bed sheet nothing more
bare feet resting on carpeted floor
or perhaps a skirt and stockings
nothing extreme or shocking
something in which you are comfortable
allows your confidence to show
how your beauty is within
the smile you give and hint of skin
high heels or flat you calves are fine
matured like great cheese or vintage wine
there are deeper curves than once did sit
you smile and dancing eyes make all forget
you are proud and woman true
in everything you wear and do
could make a hessian sack erotic
you are such a refreshing tonic
what I like never matters
all preconceptions your choices shatter
a t-shirt white highlights your form
a Winter coat which keeps you warm
high heels to raise you statuesque
running shoes for when you will not rest
informal formal casual work
you dress to please yourself
and when you do you do glow
and then I like what you wear
and wonder how to remove it all
leaving only a blue ribbon in your hair.
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the Stretch....
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Posted:Jan 16, 2018 3:19 pm
Last Updated:Jan 17, 2018 2:28 am
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the Stretch
Stretch my thoughts
and stretch my passion
no need to relight these fires
surface close are my desires
I want to ravish you from head to toe
see how far we can go
hold you on the edge of pleasure
devour you at my leisure
make you shake rock and buck
hear you sound like racing fire truck
have your shouts shake dust from eaves
give you memories which never leaves
taste the tip of your inquisitive tongue
taste your orgasm as you come
every pleasure and moment together
working to take us further
hands which cannot leave you alone
messages texted to your phone
become a fanatic for your time
write our passion and loving in rhyme
give of my self and soul and thought
in our loving let imagination be caught
wreck the bed and clear the desk
indoors outdoors let us take a risk
of unholy displays of public affectation
such a delightful frisky confection
all those tastes sweet tart and sour
learning more of you by the hour
how your buttons easy unslip
the sensuous feel of hand on bare hip
when you want to make love
and if be below beside behind above
all these things in a lover sought
be the one to stretch my passionate thought.
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Cherry Blossom
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Posted:Jan 16, 2018 6:13 am
Last Updated:Jan 16, 2018 6:36 pm
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Cherry Blossom
In Spring
the cherry blossom
rich and soft and lush
not only the white
also the pink blossom
a light blush of colour
as skin might be
beneath desiring lips
and at each taste
each petal brush
of warm blossomed lips
the taste arises
the passion surges
from heat to lust
and consuming further
exploring deeper
along every inch
upon each curve
each nippled peak
delicious open flank
dewy covered inner thigh
the taste and thoughts
the Spring time rush
of lust becoming
more addictive and set
and so bursts forth
surging fathomless love.
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the First and Only
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Posted:Jan 16, 2018 3:55 am
Last Updated:Jan 16, 2018 2:17 pm
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the First and Only
Miss Eve would you like
to bang uglies or hook-up
be friends with benefits
this whole Eden paradise
is getting boring babe
I know God would save
but since I tried the apple
I think of more we are capable
you and me chickadee
how far we could explore
every single one of your holes
every dirty guilty fantasy
you and me
together could be
not only the first couple
but the wink wink most diverse
oh so you really think
that if I refer to you once more
as babe or chickadee
even if I am the first and only
Man in Eden
You will date the snake.
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starting
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Posted:Jan 15, 2018 9:29 pm
Last Updated:Jan 16, 2018 2:21 pm
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starting
A coffee conversation
some exchange of information
not so much you know all of me
some held back for self-preservation
as if you would care enough
could pierce this skin tough
to find out more about me
to glimpse deeper and see
the inner walls and dungeons deep
the weaknesses and strengths
which keep me awake when
I should be so deep asleep
how to unlock the conundrum
we are both caught wondering
by beginning by holding hands
feel the heat of skin expand
our presence become more alert
eyes dilate and words flirt
you toss your hair and bring
hand to brush hair aside earring
our silences begin to grow
you nod and say I know
our laughter becomes contagious
feel we have known each other for ages
and from hands bodies move
legs beneath table entwine
and I feel the elation
as if at some happy celebration
no alcohol has been consumed
but I feel such a glow within
and see the same upon your skin
hip to hip pressing we sit
and awareness of world does slip
we are the only here
so close and so very near
the noise means we must lean in
or perhaps we just want the distance
to grow less to begin
to my lips down your cheek
and you turning so our lips meet
a spark and blaze of heat
I feel the tingle head to feet
beyond coffee conversation
we have so rapid flown
time to grab the bill and
time for us together to be going.
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