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Words of sensual seeking, of pleasure giving, of kisses, of love found, or lost, or captured, or shared.
PLEASE leave a comment. Be a muse and leave an idea. Allow your sensual touch upon the keyboard, to resound in a comment brief or long.
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simply recall
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Posted:Feb 13, 2014 4:54 am
Last Updated:May 23, 2024 11:38 pm
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Simply recall a kiss. Intimate, inquisitive, inclusive. Just you and he. Stretching out this meshing of lips and thoughts.
Taste those lips so warm and yielding, so hot and hungry, so true and pressed close as thought, deep as dreams.
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How Bright She Burns *a different eroticism?*
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Posted:Feb 12, 2014 5:47 am
Last Updated:Feb 12, 2014 6:12 am
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How Bright She BurnsIn the corners of your perception
wonder as to the reception
of divulging all of who you are and been
the bright innocent soul and the deep dark obscene
tell of fantasies which in mind flash
before the inevitable reality crash
perhaps that person on the train
if a kiss were offered what lost or gain
a stranger become a friendly heart
so simple just say hello and start
yet you are who you have always been
and such a step to far for this human being
instead you sit and with glances surreptitious
considers how delightful the other is and how delicious
to place your lips on warmth of that shoulder
kiss and lick and nip until the other smoulder
see the expression change from blank to curiosity
at your sudden bout of unusual impetuosity
do you then exchange some mundane words
when in fact you are just examining beguiling curves
if your tongue should lick over nipple
would it rise taut and all thoughts of conversation cripple
how does this face look at peak of pleasure
given opportunity would watch at your leisure
a tongue wanders across a dry set of lips
as you watch the juncture where paradise sits
perhaps you could sit alongside each other
feel and caress one thigh and then stroke another
give a clue to how much moves beneath in thought
is there passion explicit in this vision caught
would it be missionary or some other style
what is your favourite position you ask with a smile
suddenly return to the rocking train beneath your feet
and realise she is offering you her seat
Do you prefer to stand or sit? she enquires
can she see how in her presence you perspire
the tightness in your trousers an indication
in staring at her lips you are considering more than diction
you look unwell and hot and flushed; she states
perhaps a seat some relief creates
and so suitably chastened you take the seat
and realise it is still warm from her heat
now she is standing there before you
holding onto a strap with lean arms two
gives a glimpse of a breast in bra of red
again come thoughts of how she might be in bed
there is more you know to this fellow traveller
yet for now you lust to simply disrobe and unravel her
take that succulent plump breast in your mouth with glee
hear her moan and sigh and call out shouted yippee
and in your musings at her waistline
realise you have not counted stations or noted time
and not noticed she has also been looking down
and her expression is of an interested seductive frown
as she moves her stance and arms to show
a deeper glimpse of bra held in place by small red bow
shifts her legs so her foot sits against your own
grinding gently to a secret rhythm only by her known
by the possessor of those feet you would devour
for each toe a minute and a leg an hour
upon your tongue wish taste of juices zest
until she is sated would allow her no rest
share all focus which time allows
to learn all of her of her whats and hows
sit her upon your lap facing in a chair
as from her throat with kisses move her hair
both of you in passion completely caught
one rises and one falls no time to talk
growing breathless to the urgings of the other
missing your station no longer seems a bother
with a casual gesture she lifts her summer dress
now know the underpants match the bra no need to guess
so discretely she does it so only you can see
a voyeuristic moment of erotic devilry
emboldened you slip a hand forward between her thighs
and she smiles down as stations ignored go by
your fingers nimble stroke along soft hot skin
and feel her surge if she fills with inner wind
her eyes close ever so slowly and ever so briefly
this exploring publicly done ever so discretely
fingertips feel grow damp from wetness rising
as catch the dew of her lust surprising
who would have thought to find you here
upon a train you were always near
shift your fingers in gentle repositioning
then remove and see fingertips are glistening
place them under your own chin and breath in
the deep exotic scent of a lover's skin
surreptitiously sweep tips across your lips
and sweet tang of nectar into your mouth slips
from a thousand miles away a voice states
my stop, like to see my place?
struggling to stand due to arousal raw
you just manage to make it out of the door
and waiting on the platform for a minute or two
till station clears and is she and you
lean in and share a kiss which confirms
this lover loves and how bright she burns.
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being the mystery (for __Cinna)
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Posted:Feb 9, 2014 6:20 am
Last Updated:Feb 9, 2014 8:17 pm
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being the mystery Find the mystery in the glance
a crowded bar take a chance
wander over and speak a while
see if here can gain a smile
never easy knowing where to start
when you seek to know another's heart
the words it seems often do not count
it is how feelings deep mount
perhaps weather can change the mood
or what we ate earlier for food
yet now my thoughts begin to wander
as your presence sensual I ponder
the line of arm from wrist
how you slowly hair twist
a nervous trait or sign of interest
a hint that we may progress
moving closer can feel the heat
beneath the table begin duelling feet
just brushing together as bodies seek
to find the courage denied the meek
how your lips glisten as tongue sweeps
those red full lips pout as thought meets
and now we rise and leave this bar
our steps familiar not going far
pause a moment as if caught by night air
and I brush aside your long hair
leaning in I seek your lips
as we kiss your arm around us slips
holding for a moment sweet embrace
the thrill is here and both hearts race.
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journeys
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Posted:Feb 9, 2014 12:17 am
Last Updated:Feb 9, 2014 12:19 am
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journeys Journeys begin and end with you
for no finer sights could I view
than your smile at start of day
and your smile on phone far away
journeys are set by you
a place always to return to
no wayward wandering lost for me
for at journeys end know you I will see
foreign tongues and foreign lands feel near
when I think of you can release all fear
exotic strangeness of food or drink
not as exotic as difference in you I think
for of all the people upon this planet
you are the one who can understand it
it being me and in my form no small complexity
little wonder most retreat in perplexity
they cannot see what I might bring
have not heard how you in exultation sing
your back braced against a wall
legs and thighs around me locked so you will not fall
our mouths feasting upon one another
exchange of taste and touch like no other
pressing softness into my hardness
heat within heat burning raw
opening every thought and every door
holding on as we ascend steep hill
then holding back with all our will
then banks are burst and flooding out
all passion exchange in twisting shout
this is the land of journeys end
the place of start to where I send
the deepest love and truest thought
in all I have done and all I have wrought
think again of lying close
as sea might lap perpetual against foreign coast
taste the salt and essence of you
be covered in your scent as sweet preview
dancing fingers writing on inner thigh
the tales of a foreign land and foreign sky
lightly sipping on edge of your chalice mount
how your hips rise and thigh muscles clench beyond count
struggling to hold yourself in place
as mind is reaching for a point of grace
another touch like a wind across naked beach
and you are flying out of reach
consumed by passion and in throes are cast
into an orgasm stronger than the last
your eyes resurface and refocus upon mine
returned from journey's journey in quick time
hold me there as if a camera's eye
then settle back with a glowing sigh
this land I would explore forever you
world of paradise and passion I view
how lush the fullness of your breast
would give you passion without rest
track each line from hip to toe
and back and forth I would go
stroking caressing bringing heat and more
the triggering of eruptions deep in your core
our sense overwhelmed by the simple act
this is the most glorious of things in this coupling a pact
our lives and world and time and breath best spent
when all journeys are of the other in loving circumvent.
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If you find me here and the night is (for Pablo Neruda)
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Posted:Feb 6, 2014 6:55 pm
Last Updated:Feb 8, 2014 11:52 pm
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If you find me here and the night is
If you find me here and the night is slow
staring into fire's flames and thinking of Pablo
the words which curl as smoke can find
a world of change inside my mind
and when you wear that shift of blue
I know then truly as first day I knew
how love in all its forms can be
distilled into the essence of one for me
If you find me here and the night is cold
staring into fire's flames at the yellow orange and gold
those tendrils of translucent fire
as solid and as hot as passion's desire
how they would snake and dance across your form
to find and believe the whole world reform
in your body the peak of learning discover
as the layers of ourselves in love uncover
If you find me here and the night is dark
staring into fire's flames and seeking brightest spark
the glow which glows with intensity of stars
as our kisses shatter all bounds and all bars
sweet whisper beneath moon addresses your fears
as love's many verses I recount to your ears
the Bible Koran or Science of Truth found
in believing this love more solid than this ground
If you find me here and the night is fading
staring into dark pit where once flames were parading
and it seems I am cold and alone and despairing
simply smile and lean into me and ask how I am faring
for I know each day has dawn and sunlight clear
everyday a good day and loved day when you are near
let us then abscond from the chill of fire-pit dead
in naked repose create heat and affirm life in love's bed.
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orgasm's radiant glow
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Posted:Feb 6, 2014 2:56 pm
Last Updated:Oct 13, 2015 3:20 am
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orgasm's radiant glow
I want to bend your smile
into a fluted growling moan
set your arms afire with feeling
as my kisses dance along
let my kisses reach into every niche of your body
lick and suck and deeply sup upon your all
share our bodies thoughts and rhythm
lick and nibble and kiss and caress
stroke you when you are wet and hot
see your eyes widen on pleasured moment
listen as you explode like a crashing comet
every moment inch and thought to share
in eagerness at your throat brush aside your hair
let us both be sated and elevated
replenished and hoarse and muscles aching
let us radiant glow from orgasms freshly given and done.
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hot city nights
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Posted:Feb 3, 2014 10:56 pm
Last Updated:Jun 12, 2014 6:54 pm
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hot city nights
Wonder about the morning
wonder about the night
wonder about you yawning
wonder about you bright
Summer city hot and tar a simmering black
cars cruising by on another sweltering night
calls from the cars to the girls in cotton slips
last sun rays spearing down the canyons bright
your lipstick is pink gloss
seems to shine and glow cross your lips
as if it were a plastic sheathe
protect lips delicate from passionate nips
walking down the baked pavements
everyone is eyeing one another
a frisson of testosterone and bravado
words and music in your ear everyone's so clever
some time over course of the evening the street cools
a breeze rise and sets hot skin at rest
the drinks consumed make you feel invincible
and the one you are presently kissing is the best
a shared desire to find some joy
to send a firework upward beyond working day
who cares the cost or damage done
the young must live and being young must play
sweeping droplets of sweat from brow and back
the night is complete and we are in fevered heat
our urgent thrusting bucking movements set off car alarms
shrieking electronic applause all the way down the street
we stagger back to your place or to mine
by partying tired so a taxi air-conditioned enjoy
finding only energy before collapsing asleep
to fully state mortal desires in a rampant act of joy
Wonder about the morning
wonder about the night
wonder about you yawning
wonder about you bright
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Promise
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Posted:Feb 3, 2014 6:04 am
Last Updated:May 23, 2024 11:38 pm
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Promise
The night air is cool. Your thighs are warm, and there is sense of heat at fingertips, as I brush across your underwear, lightly stroke with pressure onto the raised mound of your core.
You sigh, and lightly bite your lip, curling your lower lip under your teeth. So sweet, so sexy. And on the plate in front of you, you lift your fork, and to any one else watching seem to absentmindedly move around your slice of dessert.
We are in conversation. The night is cool, and we are obviously affectionate to each other, and so are sitting close together.
You shiver, and as you do so brave a glance around the room.
My fingertips are still swirling, pressing against your heat, sometimes my hand moves slightly, and my fingers move across the soft skin of your inner thigh; my short nails drawing, curling, scraping, lightly dragging across the sensitive skin.
You sit up straighter, a warm flush to your face. Nothing surprising. It is cool outside, and inside it is warmer.
And you shift your position on your seat again. For now unseen my hand, my palm, has flattened and pressed across your core at the juncture of your thighs. Pressing firmly, my fingers reach further up, and press through the material, trying to find the slight rise of skin, where sits your clit. Those fingers drum at it, press as if kneading dough, moving the skin and flesh around your clit.
You squirm, reach under the table yourself, and brush your hand across my thighs, give a firm almost aggressive stroke of the hardness rising beneath the material of my trousers.
You lean into me, your lips are at my ear, your hot breath arousing. You seem to steam the words, melting them into my ear.
"I have had enough of this dessert, this crowd, this place. Let's go...." you pause, and beneath the table give me a squeeze, "if you can walk that is."
You give me a grin, as you lift your fork to scoop the last scrap of your dessert into your mouth. Taking your time to suck every last microscopic morsel off the fork, licking playfully with your pink darting tongue.
I can see your nipples taut beneath your top. Note the slight flush of redness to your skin. The animal alertness and shine in your eyes, how your pupils are dilating.
I move as if to get up, and in doing so, stroke firmly, caressing with questing fingertips across your core. There is a sensation of moist damp heat beneath my fingertips, and a sense of pressing in deeper. fingertips arching to reach in.
You twitch, turning the movement into a false yawn, stretching your body upward. And then move my arm and hand aside.
You grind out the words, in a low husky whisper. "Now. We. Are. Leaving. Now."
I stand, half-turning as I do so, to hide my all too obvious arousal, plucking my coat from the chair, hold it ever so casually in front of me, so deliberately. You grin, as I shuffle forward, as I pretend to be courteous, gentlemanly, in letting you lead.
We go out, and at the door, on the edge of the street, the pavement moving with pedestrians we kiss. Deep, long, passionate, and so very promising. The cool air of the night seems to move away from us, for we only feel the heat of each other, tongues tangled, lips consuming, a heat and passion melting.
You look at me for the longest time, holding tight, staring into my eyes. You say one word in response to the fire in my own eyes. "Promise."
A confirmation not a question. As tangled as a set of ipod headphones, we weave down the street, in orbit of each other. In orbit of our desire. Touching, reaching, kissing; a promise of dance soon to be.
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may find you
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Posted:Jan 29, 2014 4:45 pm
Last Updated:May 23, 2024 11:38 pm
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may find you
The wind may find you by the side
of a road when you wish to hide
a smile heavy on your face
feeling used last ounce of grace
this day has seemed too long
need a pause from being strong
when my car slows down to stop
with relief inside you hop
lean against and I smell your scent
it is as it were always meant
and our lips meet and exchange
a spark of passion through life's pain
further down the road we cannot bear
to go on without saying how we care
with words and touches soft
and strong and heat and lost
in kisses so deep to drown
one rises as other goes down
the small shell of the car shakes
as we release all inhibitions brakes
thighs are licked and on juices sup
arms tense as above you I support
with care and rhythm slowly thrusting deep
in the molten core of your love's heat
and our clothes with abandon shed
afterwards we are as if dead
sprawled across the seats
aligned by our two heartbeats
a kiss and caress and heart knows more
for in this moment chaos of life is sure.
and the wind may find you by the side
of a metaphorical road seeking a ride
my muse with smile and gaze so bright
all darkness clears to gentle night
the doubts shift as lips exchange
life's pain for passion's gains.
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have our sex neat
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Posted:Jan 29, 2014 6:43 am
Last Updated:Aug 21, 2016 6:25 am
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have our sex neat Easy the heart lying here waiting
over dreams mind gently salivating
a taste and a kiss meal to consume
a person and another and into a room
discuss the Existentialistic day or strip down till bare
as if Sartre would know or even care
as we taste each other so ripe and so rich
in fact over-ripe if you wish to sit there and bitch
we should have put pretence aside from the start
drawn out our cleavers and gone for the heart
set fire to senses with touches and kisses sweet
drunk our coffee milky while having our sex neat
no time for ice or creams or chocolate
complete au natural your body erotic
sure there are more curves than those years back
however every fine artwork carries marks of the track
from birth to death can be a rough road
sometimes together we can help spread the load
with kisses and strokes and caresses deep
drive past the passion till you fall asleep
the nightlight is on and shows your sleeping form
lovely you are even if to younger eyes not to beauty conform
I like the lines where you have laughed far too long
the frown lines from doing what was right and staying strong
I love how your legs are strong and well worn
no semblance of cradle stealing not a hairless newborn
and now you are sleeping deep and content
a moment of peace to observe such moments heaven-sent.
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Weather *by nature erotic*
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Posted:Jan 27, 2014 9:36 pm
Last Updated:Jan 27, 2014 9:43 pm
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Weather You talk about the weather
as if it was boring and would never
have any effect upon our passions raw
yet I say the weather is our boudoir floor
in the manner of the weather see reflected
our passion which should be neglected
for weather is not just point of storm and gale
is the building tightening atmosphere until you wail
the weather is every tiny touch and breeze
which combine to place you at rest and ease
every shared word and whispered lustful thought
makes heartbeat quicker and nipples taut
mood shifts from placid eyes which shine
to hungry purposeful eyes reflecting mine
sensing temperature change as heat blossoming within
along every millimetre of sensual skin
our kisses are merely light showers
which makes the dew shine on Spring flowers
caresses long down flank and over limb
are Summer heat which draws us in
kisses heavier another form of storm
as from this world of common weather we are torn
slowly the barometer swings from fair to change
humid moisture builds a move to storm can arrange
suddenly the weather talks seems not such a bore
when a mercury trickle of desire ignites your core
building slowly the weather has done its trick
kisses fervent and sensual caresses slow and quick
trembling now on edge of stormy weather
your panting lungs wonder how could be better
with a flash of lightning you discover
the joy in touch of a skilled and caring lover
those rumbling sounds of thunder upon your ears
are your own moans and yells as lightning nears
yet so far off it seems the thunder sounds
made vividly closer as your breathing pounds
know sooner now this weather will bring
that most delighted wanted sparking thing
another twitch of lightning your senses sear
as the vast deep storm draws ever near
now your breathing grows misplaced
as with gasps and groans breathing race
one moment holding tight to the world
then letting go as around you weather whirl
another spark of lightning deeper strikes
in the darkness your eyes see flashing lights
you would stop this simple pleasure raw
as tears down all walls and every door
your being open to every slight shift in weather
does no longer matter if brought by silk or leather
the storm has caught you in its wild grip
your body sweat and with exotic juices slick
another lightning strike so much closer now
you simultaneously rise and fall and fly somehow
knowing in a moment long roll of weather will complete
and release all pooled tension held so deep
the last lightning strike a million times resounds
Krakatoa explosion with you as ground central sounds
body convulses and pleasure obliterating all floods
you cry out in language-less passion to love and gods
this weather slams you down so hard
as if a gale took hold of a playing card
shaken spun turned around and returned
every nerve ending sensitive as if burned
the words you stammer out between grabbing breath
are enough of this weather I need some rest
for now the change back to fair is done
as lying together two smiles shone
a pause for breath and holding tight
and wondering when more weather will come this night.
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towards trust
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Posted:Jan 23, 2014 7:20 pm
Last Updated:Jul 11, 2016 6:13 am
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towards trust
Through the windows world moves by
inside we sit side by side
coffees cooling we wrestle words
to learn about the other's world
never met before you see
so trust must earned be
listen for the lies and omissions
are there too many extenuating conditions
madness or insanity in your eyes
do we look as if to prize
the one beside whom we sit
could we move forward a bit
sometime during our stay here
we shuffled closer a little more near
a hand was taken inside a hand
we still hold our ground and stand
a light kiss is this a plan
to gradually learn more of a man
your lips are dry and moisten quick
brush my lips with your tongue tip
after that we talk some more
feeling more confident to the core
this is our chance to full share
as on my shoulder falls your hair
legs beneath the table brush
and then upon each other crush
seems our words are drying up
as blood pools into our laps
another kiss more exposed
gradually being less composed
we both laugh out too loud
in each other's presence proud
respect it seems has been earned
this trust is slowly being learned
how much longer till more might occur
does not matter we both concur
the ice is broken we know a future
now more work this trust to nurture
then perhaps unveil a body shy
and meet your gaze with appreciative eye
for now we part with heartfelt hug
and a kiss which linger like your laugh.
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rainy days
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Posted:Jan 23, 2014 3:59 pm
Last Updated:Feb 3, 2014 10:58 pm
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rainy days
Somewhere there should be different weather
here it seems the rain is falling
you and I adrift are dozing
when we answer our own calling
lying back I begin to climb
across this land of yours to make it mine
kisses here and caresses there
stroke a while and taste lips of wine
you are who I fell in with
the Fates they pointed and here we are
this is joy and this is bliss
today we won't need the car
explore the sweet curve of hip
how your buttocks regally sit
the shades of light across your body
and from your lips I often sip
it is a rainy day outside
inside we are dry and hot and wet
our breathing growing breathless
seems our rainy day of joy is to be met.
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