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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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70% proof
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Posted:May 4, 2014 8:55 am
Last Updated:May 4, 2014 9:00 am
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70% Proof You have been counting days and hours
till we meet and passion flowers
now you are counting all the years
wrestling with your deep held fears
are our bodies still tight enough
will we recall all that loving stuff
how to kiss and how to hold you
will our hearts beat quicker when we view
these older selves which we are in truth
but now our minds are 70% proof
our younger selves would be unable to contend
with where our erotic thoughts now bend
every inch of your body I will devour
one deep kiss shall last an hour
the couch we might break or crack
was that the bed or your lovely back
our groans and moans are more sincere
as you are lying close and true and near
this position we must try
and a whisper as we fly
feels so good so deep in you
so sweet and hot as aim still is true
our bodies meld as always did
more heroic and true than El Cid
this bed will shake and ground will rumble
neighbours jealous may through thin walls grumble
I have found you and you found me
we have found who we would be
in words we paint picture of our hearts
and then the real kissing starts
a nipple beneath my palm grows hot
as I caress you say don't stop
a rhythm set we ride each other
pause for breath and then start another
your skin is warm and breath so hot
this is you and you have got the lot
with muscles straining reach a peak
at which we lose the ability to speak
instead a growl and moan and holding
as we are thrown and hips thumping molding
young blood might be easy raised to passion
but old blood appreciates the orgasm lashing
feel you so close to me without speaking
a body beautiful on which I am peeking
why should we allow the passing of the time
to hide such beauty of ourselves be a crime
believe the beauty we are creating
in this tryst of erotic fornication
sharing breath hope and desire
entwined we sleep in love's safe patch of briar.
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calendar girl
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Posted:May 4, 2014 6:21 am
Last Updated:May 11, 2024 2:10 pm
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calendar girl My calendar girl
every day upon you mark
a year of loving in each night
365 different paths from lips to heart
covering every single equation
on my body or yours
the dates unfurled
a boy a girl
the passion met
in Summer loving
or Autumn wet
desires growing forth
in Spring freshness
of heat of Summer caught
as we shake our memories and our souls
sketch a sensual horoscope
cross body real
leave all those other calendar girls
between those covered stapled
while we each moment line
days and years and weeks
kisses caresses and peaks
with my calendar girl.
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breathlessness (or More or Sleep?)
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Posted:Mar 31, 2014 11:53 pm
Last Updated:Jun 6, 2014 7:02 am
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breathlessness (or More or Sleep)
There is a physical component
to loving in the moment
the surge of body to hot body
the taste and scents which embody
uniqueness of the taste from this lover
and how their sounds carry you over
from an activity of mortal joy
to some greater eternal godlike ploy
your body rapid fire no longer your own
sweat pouring from every pore from feet to crown
a taste in your mouth of one thing
your own arousal and this love is king
no stopping the hunger needing to be fed
even if on this jolting triggering ride should break the bed
in you plunging up and down in rapture
more delight than any pornography could capture
urging each other on to the final end
as our bodies frantic against each other bend
your lips on my lips and tongues involved
from civilized urbanites to primitive lovers devolved
waves of empathy and instinct guide here
all is only love and loving never fear
muscles taut and worked and straining
as upon orgasm racing we are gaining
our faces contort in this effort of will
and then abrupt and bright atop that hill
the peak is reached and we in clenching hold
exploding outward and upon within and without and fold
upon each other we in sudden relaxation collapse
even as bodies twitch to random pleasure synapse
again we seek to hold and kiss
to ensure this beauty felt other did not miss
trailing fingertips recall and set new tremors deep
and in your eyes the question of more or sleep?
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touch
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Posted:Mar 27, 2014 3:42 pm
Last Updated:May 11, 2024 2:10 pm
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touchThere is a sensation lovers know
which in a time of loving grow
the sense of touch you wield
a tactile sensation delivered with zeal
your lips electrified and sensual
seeking other lips consensual
a tip of tongue crosses borders
entire body ready to take on boarders
a gentle stroke from hip to knee
quivering sensation of heat set free
even breathing by touch might change
when a stranger's touch might range
along inner thigh then sweeping under
feel the lightning and pounding thunder
hardness and softness and tautness and heat
a shimmering rush from head to feet
the world seems a brand new place
where every touch might make heart race
feel curve of chair back or edge of bed
such symmetry to relate to body inside your head
every sight becomes an erotic call
inspires every brushing touch great or small
the swell of breast beneath shirt
the cleavage spotted as you flirt
how the side of neck invites
a lover's touch or lover's bites
every touch and sensual stroke inspires
a growing heat and raging desire
hold me close and embrace me tight
for we will touch through all hours of night
every inch explore and feel
with loving caresses show my loving zeal
and if those touches bring song of love
your moans to swirl in air above
the whispered psalms and cries to God
as we ride with this passioned flood
every touch and tip and brush
brings such life and teeth grinding rush
all your touches in this life seem
to make of lover's life a tactile dream.
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of love
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Posted:Mar 27, 2014 4:51 am
Last Updated:May 11, 2024 2:10 pm
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of love The idea of love and being loved
something greater than ourselves bestowed from above
takes our world and snow dome like
shakes the sky and makes hopes spike
the gentlest kiss is edged with dragon fire
holding hands a sign of deepest infinite desire
who would think the world could so turn
we fatalistic romantics had been expecting to burn
discover love sheltered in another arms
shared and grown a crop for lover's farms
not caged or free range or clothed in gold
a something wonderful difficult to hold
impossible to find unless it is found
when discovered everywhere in sky or ground
the hearts of all seem mellowed down
every face carries a smile not a frown
rose coloured glasses barely encapsulate
the beauty of the world to which you now relate,
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truth has faded
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Posted:Mar 26, 2014 1:02 am
Last Updated:Sep 29, 2014 5:44 pm
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truth has faded The night of truth has faded
and we remain half drunk and still jaded
scrubbed the scents of romance off
the young naïve lovers sucking face we scoff
days of wine and roses and loving
are extinct and we are now following
the antics on the Good Wife and Downton
for our hit of lust for simpletons
the bits we once used are an abandoned theme park
rust over every surface and battered and stark
the tales we talk of were in some past yesteryear
no more fire here and no more hope I fear
we believed and lived and burned so sweet
an incense smoke and kick of strong liquors neat
scraping through the embers from a prize or two
of who we were of who was you
and the night of truth has faded
Sir Galahad by a rusty skiv bladed
leaking blood we stumble on before we fall
waiting for the gallows a last phone call
to someone who cares or who will miss our passing
and the name of such a person keeps us guessing
until the time is up and we are told
to make the long steps to the ropes hold
a last embrace and hickey on neck deep
a waltz with the executioner before sleep
so the words and thoughts of old lovers turn
think of meeting a new lover and butterflies in belly churn
for the night of truth has faded
and to this new morning we have made it
ochre scrapes against a sky awakening
blackbirds song the air is shaking
is a new day and we reach for a new chance
perhaps today fortune will smile and with us dance
or will we talk till hoarse and tired
by sleepless nights of truth left wired
escaping to no where and no one
to the wheels of crushing Time succumb
for we are no younger and beauty deep is within
offer deeper passion to strangers than to kith and kin
for the night of truth has faded
and we tired survivours are here paraded.
and in the kitchens all the tea towels threadbare
souvenirs of when we went everywhere
instead of to nowhere and to no one
and waiting for the calls which never come.
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"hi" (or "so much further to go")
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Posted:Mar 23, 2014 7:26 pm
Last Updated:Mar 23, 2014 7:31 pm
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"hi" (or "so much further to go")
hi.
hi.
move closer, and kiss. feel the warmth of the air around you, as lean in, and lips meet, seek to stick, feel the soft cushioned curves under my own lips, share the heat of our bodies, and our selves, as kiss holds. come apart slightly flushed, slightly aroused, feeling body waking. you also move back slowly, eyes shining.
hi.
hi.
lean in once more. tilting heads this time, reaching out, your left hand snagging at my hip, your right swings partially around me. my own arms, one arm has gone around you waist, my hand finds the small of your back, can feel the skin and spine through the thin fabric of your blouse, and my other hand is brushing against your head. guiding all in this kiss, as feel tongues dart out to explore, lightly suck upon, and taste, such rich sweet taste sending tingles through me, into my muscles, and bones, and through my veins, a rush of heat across my skin.
my hand can feel the heat from the curve of skin at your back, and I move my hand down, caress the roll of your buttocks, stroking, and feel you move closer to me, deeper into our mutual embrace. eyes closed, we continue to kiss blindly, hungrily, not noting time going by, and seeming to forget the need to breath, our hips align and press closer to each other, our legs entwine around each other, and the heat rising from us.
we part for a moment, grab a breath, hanging off each other in this embrace, only our heads move apart, our hips still magnetically connected, feeling the vibrations, the sense of closeness, the warmth and heat of ourselves against the other desired body, and with eyes barely far enough apart to focus.
hi.
hi.
my hand moves from your head, caressing down along cheekbone, onto shoulder, and your shining eyes watch this slow moving journey, then into middle of your blouse, begin to pop buttons revealing the sweet rise of your breasts, the cleavage shadow, and the edge of curved skin and lace edged bra. my fingers draw across those areas of skin exposed, and feel you stir against me, even as these sights, and your breathy sighs, and mere presence, have set more than just stirrings and movement within me. my fingers slip under the opened blouse, beneath the material, over the bra, seeking out the hard raised taut nub of your nipple, and my fingers lightly glide around it, and glide across it, caressing and stroking and feeling the heat in you rising.
and you move your mouth, and I move mine, and our mouths mesh, lips moving, and tongues delving, and tasting the rising passion and heat, and catching a sigh as two fingers lightly trap and roll your awakened sensitive nipple, and your hand on my hip, slips up, under my shirt, onto my skin, and feeling the heavy hip bone beneath, and slipping up to ribcage, and I shiver at this allowed intimacy, as my fingers blindly explore and open more buttons of your blouse, then my hand escapes the mass of our bodies, to reach around behind you, and to wriggle at the clasp of your bra till it parts.
I feel you draw your nails down my side, and we break the kiss for a moment, a moment I turn and change, by continuing the kiss, but now upon the fullness of your breast, sucking in the breast, caressing this breast with lips, and tongue, actively, flicking at the nipple, rolling over and lapping at areolae. feel the heat rising from the breast, under these lapping touches feel the aurolae rise, grow tauter, in reflection of the nipple which more sensitive and aroused and taut grows.
hi. oh hell, hi.
oh damn, yes, hi.
your hand drops and yanks impatiently at my belt, tugging it back and forth, trying to loosen it, and your hand is brushing against the hardness there. we move against each other, squirming, trying to press our bodies closer, share more, and meld more completely. and my lips leave your breast, and settle sucking lightly on you throat, and neck, and you arch your neck, and head, and you sigh a long sigh of super heated breath into my ear, as your teeth lightly close over and tug on my ear lobe.
we are still clothed, and we are burning hot, so hot it feels a surprise our clothes are not smoking. and this is foreplay. and as we are still clothed has a long way to go. Our lips find each other and we kiss anew, and savour this taste, and then I feel your hand briefly close around me, as with the belt opened, the zipper surrenders immediately.
And my hand reaches down, and strokes, firmly strokes, across and along and up your inner thigh, and then presses onto that risen mound from which so much heat is flowing, pressing and stroking across it, in one long stroking gesture, and feel your hips rise. and fall, and roll, at my touch, and our kiss deepens, grows hungrier, and deeper, and lips press eagerly, and can taste your arousal, as you can perhaps taste mine.
and we have so much further to go, as entangled, embracing, enjoying the rising building heat, and the gentle exploring trailing touching caressing foreplay antics, we kiss, and kiss, and kiss.....
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third age
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Posted:Mar 23, 2014 4:59 pm
Last Updated:Mar 23, 2014 5:49 pm
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third ageThose days of amber honeyed ecstasy
washing cross our lips and in our souls
the flaring bright solar flares of passion
endless nights of sweat and grinding physicality
those youthful days of youthful thoughts
highways straight to the horizon
and sheer blue skies of open wonder
how we danced and talked and walked
how we loved and laughed and learnt to cry
found the edges of our hopes and trust
began to understand how we could be burnt
charred and scarred by those we loved best
and somehow escaping the first age of brightness
entered the second age loaded down with experience
and constrained by what we think we know
subjective certainties wielded optimistically
we more maturely attended to our loving
selecting lovers like a used car
and all of us part used by then
the clean innocent brightness has dulled
we had our needs and wants and lists
and kicked the tyres and felt the suspension
sometimes we rushed but only when aware
tomorrow is another night for the young
we are not yet old and have time to burn
until we abruptly discovered
someone had cast down the brightest Sun
the day of life has moved along
into a third stage we are abruptly wakened
our cold bones feel weariness more easily
those frames carrying the sagging memories
of our once tauter stronger more malleable selves
some of us have worn grooves deep in life
ruts from which we cannot rise
others find the casting lines all cut
adrift on tides they do not understand
our loves have grown or ended
we seek the same light we sought when younger
a brighter warmer trusting glow than Sun above
Autumn days of respect and reverence for ourselves
and for the ones we are with
we seek those lips still red
to taste the luscious tropical fruit of your kisses
feel the fullness and life within your body
see if the heart can still surge and swell
send endorphins into the soul of yourself
make you again move to the edge of Time
be carried upward by wings unseen
in ecstasy rise from earth to sky
unified by honesty and trust
by knowing what may come next
beyond a kiss and beyond a caress
is ours to see and accept
to rise and fall as Springtide sea
in the third age of you and me.
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spinning
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Posted:Mar 22, 2014 10:09 pm
Last Updated:May 11, 2024 2:10 pm
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spinning
Spinning hearts trying to land
nothing too regal or too grand
a simple love affair of give and share
with someone for whom you might care
no strings attached except mutual need
unleash the heart's deep felt greed
share sexuality birthed in both
allow to develop our own sexual growth
no need to look for society's guide
instead extend our own thoughts wide
move with the seasons and the rhythms
of heart and Sun and the cycles of the Moon
being ourselves and no other
else why should we ever bother
when with parched lips desire drink
and allow thoughts erotic to sink
into the essence of our souls and being
from this world of straight jackets fleeing
loved and lover and beloved and the truth
against ourselves we challenge grain and seek proof
of what in loving we become
and society's fallacies of love overcome
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sketching
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Posted:Mar 21, 2014 6:42 am
Last Updated:May 11, 2024 2:10 pm
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sketching
Dreams sketched upon your back
the city streets and train track
the metropolitan sprawl in sweet caresses
where this road ends no one guesses
such heat which rises from your skin
as kisses of honour on you pin
taste the spices of your life
as tremors rake you like a knife
every nerve ending tingles as soaring rise
this heat and enjoyment truest prize
the kisses long and sweet and deep
keep us living avoid suburban deathless sleep.
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In and of You
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Posted:Mar 10, 2014 3:48 pm
Last Updated:May 11, 2024 2:10 pm
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In and of YouTell me where you find yourself in your dreams
escaping the everyday behind those mascara eyes
is there lights and fashion and new life
or is the world in which you dream to this world alike
full of people rushing to be somewhere
selling dreams and time to be someone
when all they wish is world to halt
gravity to bring them alongside you
share a kiss intriguing and exploring
listen to your thoughts and words
treat with respect who you are and will be
start each day with love
and each day in the same clime as you start
share visions and hopes and inspirations
gently lift of the beads of perspiration
from your lover's back and feel salt of life
share the closeness of two people seeking
the same ideals and the sense of blending
in words and thoughts and skin
kisses scouring deep releasing blackness within
setting free to soar in the other arms
and if you should fly to high to fast
those arms wait to catch you and lie you down
replenish energies with mouth to breast
animalistic revival as heat blossoms
between thighs damp with desire
taking pleasure until seems can go no higher
then in the place of trust built
soar anew and afresh over all you view
assured and believing in value of who you are
found in every morning greeting
at moment of each kiss deep and sharing
become a star silver twinkling in universe
not made small by your existence
instead in your living universe given light.
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One Day
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Posted:Mar 10, 2014 3:28 pm
Last Updated:May 11, 2024 2:10 pm
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One Day
One day we will be far from here
the laptop shoved into a bin
set free from the lonely fear
accept the end and truly begin
One day we will be far from here
all our tears washed out by tide
seeing the horizon clear
with the one we wanted by our side
One day we will be far from here
set free of insecurities and immature needs
the one we truly desired near
till then this our path and see where it leads
One day we will be far from here
or only in leaving can we find the new way
declare our emancipation from this web-life queer
accept who we are and face down the long day
One day we will be far from here
the words and thoughts we had a memory
waking each morning beside someone dear
in leaving one day seems the only life remedy
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share this night
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Posted:Mar 6, 2014 7:31 pm
Last Updated:May 11, 2024 2:10 pm
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share this nightClose your eyes and on bed drift
as across your body my hands shift
smoothing here and stroking there
caressing breast or brushing hair
all of scent and taste and sight
consumed by you burning so bright
though lights are off your skin does shine
as I taste your nectar richer than wine
to have reached this act of restful play
took more than one meeting or day
we flirted and cajoled each other on
until to this place we came anon
now bed it creaks and sighs and complains
for never built it seems for such games
the bed believes it was only built for sleep
not for this passion into which we leap
the clothes upon floor recent history recount
of how swiftly we discarded as made to mount
your legs around my waist gripped tight
as both contemplated loving for all the night
our rhythm first set was quick and rushed
bodies against each other in savage ardour crushed
until we electric convulsive shock and strain
we both in joyous rampant ecstasy came
then lips again sought out moist full lips
we kissed and sucked and built new bliss
your breasts in my hands such works of art
soft caressed and nipples taunted to new start
how fortunate you are no super model rake
who in my arms in loving might fear to break
you have real curves and fullness in soul and sight
how we real people in loving deep share this night
your teeth into my shoulder deep
as we ignore any thought of sleep
my waist to yours in heat conjoined
this feeling of the God's we have purloined
thrusting deep our movements a dance
visions of your beauty captured in a glance
head leaned back and hair sweaty and lush
our entire bodies consumed by glow of loving blush
the bed beneath is shakes and quivers
as together in concert seek passion delivers
a finger strums across your tender clit
your teeth close on my shoulder and I am bit
these points excite the final awareness deep
from haze of passion to end we leap
shuddering against each other embracing tight
our voices lifted in exultation share this night.
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