The Gap, Australia

#4960 Dec 13, 2012
I'm sitting here on the edge of the ancient lake...

Night's outstreched hands grasp the golden orb

Pulling it downward, past the horizon....

Coldness sets in as the remaining warmth steams

of the crystal water,

The great black velvet abyss above

Vast in its magnitude

Becomes a saphire pin-cushion for the angels

As they lay out patterns overhead....

Greek Gods...Signs of the Zodiac....

Creatures of old...

Sister Moon...rising to her perch,

Bringing life to the surrounding shorelines...

Insects and amphibians, sing their chorus in

unison, providing the opening score of this

evenings Opera.

Pale shadows dance upon the rippling waves

Choreographed by the gentle evening breeze

Swaying to and fro,

Until Dawn breakes free

Regaining its rule of the heavens above.....

The Gap, Australia

#4961 Dec 13, 2012
If I drink you...will I float in blissful intoxication?

If I want you....will you satisfy my craving for you?

If I dream of you..will our silhouettes dance majestic shadows?

If I say your name..will you come to me willingly?

If I dine on you...will you taste of honey and myrrh?

If I look for you...will you leave tracks in the sand?

If I think of you...will you imagine feeling my lips to yours?

If I touch you....will you let go of what was, and let me make love to you now?

If I love you....will you accept my invitation for better or for worse?

If.....only I knew....who YOU were?.......

The Gap, Australia

#4962 Dec 13, 2012
You got me drowning in your ink, aeting your screen dust.

Your images curl around the nuances of my nerves like the S around UCK of my efforts Haldol.

Your style slams my confidence like a door in the face.

Every beat on the blue pond of the mind animates a verb or a noun of the wow kind till you're at the end of any thought of excellence.

Your words are hot like the sun in rare form burning little suns in the screen.

With smoking pen you burn the pages blowing rhythm from the white hot tip of rhyme.

Your ink's as smooth as ocean on the surface of calm yet waves of cool emotion..... rage a storm of provoked envy.

Your syllables could silence a storm, sight the blind till they saw a shape of original in your beautiful mind.

The Gap, Australia

#4963 Dec 13, 2012
To all the women in this world, whom I have canced to love.
With trumpet blare and flags unfurled, this tribute is thereof.

The scanty fragrance of a smile, a flow of unbound hair.
The ripple of a faultless guile, a charged, come hither stare.

A walk that screams a thousand tales, a glance that can convey,
the promise rife with all details, that could be mine today.

A form designed for wanton lust, a lip line curving sweet,
and fabric stretched across the bust, where outlined nipples greet.

I still remember every one, they live in memory,
vibrant as the morning sun, forever young to me.

In truth, no one can ever die, If remembered they be,
Then each will live as long as I, In beauty, wild and free.

So unto each I raise my glass, in tribute thee I toast,
My time with each shall never pass, with those I loved the most.

The Gap, Australia

#4964 Dec 13, 2012
The heat sets like coagulating blood, a smoldering heart inside the stone sun of the city.

The torrid clarity of sky bears down on the mind,
claustrophobic and stifling as a locked door in an unlit and windowless stairwell.

Without warning the sky explodes with sand, a marauder of hope plundering the streets.

Beyond the boundary, goatskin tents flap wildly like captured crows in an entropic land of dredged-up bones.

Then nothing....Silence.

Sand settles into place layering rooftops, streets, sneaking through cracks until you wish a vengeful god would rip loose the clouds, unleash the rain and wash it away.

Shimmering jinn, and whirling dust devils of fleeting lovers vanish from the horizon, as cool air unravels like ectoplasmic filaments from fingertips.

A glittering confetti of stars is tossed into the night sky, rocks resonating with every sound, and at the abandoned hour ever murmured thought lost in the desert consciousness.

The Gap, Australia

#4965 Dec 13, 2012
You tickle my dangeling candy-cane
forcing it to attention!

Your poetry is misbehaving -
randy here comes the salutation.

The idea of me penetrating your soul
from gazing through the window
of your eyes - is a compliment untold..
.please lead and I will follow.

I will munch on the glaze-strawberry
licking the accompanying nectar...
plucking the full ripe cherries...
can I adjust the roaming pillow ?

Sorry if I made you scream,
as you stoop while working
and blowing my licorice stick.

What for some is a distant dream
don't you dare stop procrastinating...
do you think you're swooning - now?

Honey it's early days,
you must find a way somehow
to calm those sensitive fears.

Our appointment is around the corner
with many unexpected surprises.

We will surely be cuming together,
hold everthing, but the juicy peachy kisses.

With my tongue I explored
while attempting to memorize her reactions
My fingers followed the avid contour
exploiting her body's gentle persuasions.

My naughty words pleased her senses
extending the five to six
Boldness dismounted the neutral fence
Creative imagination became a randy mix.

Five minutes slowly marched to forty-five
Each second seemed a life time
The sex was morally alive
Sensations just about blew my mind.

We're into the late morning
after a limping pause
The benefits were truly rewarding
We will revisit the act because....

The very short night quickly slipped
into eternities book of history
The lessons left me fully equipped
to find the elusive G-Spot instinctively.


The Gap, Australia

#4966 Dec 13, 2012
The sun again brings morning with its yearnings and memorized assignments.

Midday you splash your face, go on remembering .

Here's a doodle, can you make a dragon?

Now take these frayed unmatching seams and make your life bound by hours.

Shifting light watching, some with their neat pins holding their plans together until after tedious effort the recnogizable garment emerges in some admired style.

Suspecting your own can't be determined yet, deviating from the pattern shaping itself unpinned, unsmoothed along the overlapping boundaries of the day.

She raises her hands like a silent film heroine silver celluloid skin spilling electric pores, puts her hands to her head; claws back her hair.

There should be a fragile handkerchief fluttering in the damp clutch of her fist, there should be buttoned heels on her feet as she races beside the accelerating steel, fixed on two eyes and one pale palm pressed to the other side of the glass.

The train bullets into the narrowed tube, sloughing her path like a barnacle.

She checks the pocket of her jeans again, touching the crushed edge of her pass; moves to the bench on the black platform and feels her heartbeat loosening, desperation smoothing its text from her face.

There should be a paper fan, a vial of stoppered smelling salts.

The short illumination fades...

Settling back against metal bars, she watches Sydney rush down the stairs, shaking umbrellas, adjusting clasps while she sinks into its stone medium, translucence clouding, returning to flesh, waiting for him to come back and find her.

The Gap, Australia

#4967 Dec 13, 2012
The cornfields that grasp my sky

The bonefires that light and fly

Wild indifference ,in color they dance

A certain chance at circumstance

My soul deeply buried in past hues,

Shining down the once forgotton fragrance
of a lost and chance cause




Yesterday knows, many many years ago

an accidental meeting ?

a spiritual reunion...forgotten not lost ?

rude , rude , rude , awakening,..not perceived

But, loving every bit of the escence my lover

Like rain you fall onto me

Soft and dripping

Intense and passionately rude

Shaking , wet, empowered ,swollen fury

I awake from the sleepy dead filled sorrows

years in the making

Many breaths later, I breathe,
I breathe , you into me

Like stars to the sky, like water to sand

I feel and see your beauty around,
and it is healing to me

The earth, is your love,
all around me safe and secure from nothing...

Because knowing long term
knows tha blanket of your soul, of mine

Nothing to hide or fear....we just know

My moon, my stars , my blanket of fears....

knows me.


The Gap, Australia

#4968 Dec 13, 2012
Such a great ball of fire
my nuts tighten like wire
in a lustful encounter
that fills my desire.

A throbbing exchange
as I thrust deep inside
your hot juicy love hole
with you as my guide

So arouse and erect
I am soaked to my bone
as I move to the pace
and the sound of your moan.

Feeling the heat of your flesh
as you slide on my skin
and your love muscles contact
as you're pulling me in.

This sensation inside you
has grown out of control
as I swell up in size
and it touches your soul.

A moment so tense
I'm about to explode
as we ride that last hump
to receive my full load.

To engage in such pleasure
is a thrill and delight
for this is true ecstasy
To a feeling so right.

The Gap, Australia

#4969 Dec 13, 2012
snatching the life out of my words
hearing the whispers coming through
slamming the darkness in my mind
making my mind scream
silent questions resounding in my ears
shivers of the soul.

cyanide kisses melted to venomous wiches
penetrates to the sap of my limbs
menstral feelings glued to my mental dreamings
annihilating the common or inate streak of my seams
proliferating my evergrowth.

acid treats invested into sensuous licks
strokes the blood along my monster stick
convulsive movements meshed with manstrubating laughter
molests into my primal skin
poisoning my acts and my deeds.

cunning was all I ever was
devious is what I am
darkness is all I ever was
marinating in my own piss
content in eating your carnal candy.

The Gap, Australia

#4970 Dec 13, 2012

sticky tongue dances on puss slit
heavy breathing instrumentals
DeVine you taste so fine..
melanin tastes so sweet
and you fit so perfectly
that I rain sweat
from brow to brow
in gratitude..
riding you in fluid movements
inspired by the thickness and
the length you feed to me...
I sing your songs of ooh's and aah's
and face to face
desire hangs like dew drops
in our sweet breath intermingled
through passionate lover's kiss.
She said....
"He was my wet dream
rolled of my tongue with the taste
of warm honey
He melted inside of me
like chocolate over a flame
like hot wax from a candle
Soft and cool on my skin
satin on my thighs
warm on my lips...

I licked whipped cream
off my wet dream
cool like ice cream
No words he spoke
as his smooth silky conversed
with my body and my soul
My wet dream knew me better
than I knew myself..talked to me
in the oldest unspoken language...

My wet dream rolled off my tongue
like hot ice melted in my body
like hot oil
grinding on a roller coaster
of colour and sound
lifting me to mind-scrambling depression
My wet dream spilled like
warm cream spread through me
like hot steam...

Is DeVine your name...My Wet Dream?
he smiled, his silk draped over my thighs
I'll call you, was all he said
I woke up slick with his memory
warmed by his touch
sizzling from his silk....

Sleep right...stay tight....goodnight
he whispered
tomorrow's another dream."

The Gap, Australia

#4971 Dec 13, 2012
I want to kiss you
press my soft lips on to yours
do you feel my wave of desire?
pull back the pressure for a moment
to part your lips
and press again
willing yours to open
tickling with tongue's tip
thrusting with its thick
lanceing with its long
savoring the taste
hungry for the sway...
slither...and glide
of the dance
viscously soaked
slick in suction.
scrotum, convinced
beyond doubt
epiglottis, as a debt
and obligation
epithelium euphoria.

When I enter
I'm so hard hit
I can't deny
How bad I want this fix
My eyes half open
My back just slips
I feel the swell
Of my damp heated lips
The images flash
Across my mind
Transparent, yet so vivid
As I read each line
The clutching hand
The slip


I close my eyes
And shudder inside
The groans and moans
My centre is flowing
With liquids sweet
I'm fiercely engaged
With your entity
Your verbal thrusts
Penertating me
When I reach the end
And deeply sigh
I lay back my head
And I ride the high
I'm throbbing
In your
Sensual sphere..
I'm creepin' back in
I want more




“Just a lil' humor there.....”

Since: Sep 12

OR NOT .... <[;-)

#4972 Dec 13, 2012
Good Evening Adrian
You didn't need to tell us those were
Fakes using your name trying to make
You look a fool to us. We know their
Dirty little tricks while using our
Names. I hope you have a restful eve
And have nice dreams too after you do
Drift off on this Friday evening where
You are now. I appreciated your forgive-
Ness and understanding. It's been quite
A treat getting acquainted with you.

“Want A Friend, Be One”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

Valentines Day coming Soon

#4974 Dec 13, 2012
you will always be special to me..wherever you go no one will love you like I do and did..there is a place in my heart no one will ever fill but you.I loved you then and I love you still..you have my heart and always will.:O)

The Gap, Australia

#4975 Dec 13, 2012
Moon hides,
behind her temptress dawn clouds,
sun rises,
howls through pastels into blue

your nude lips
open along my throat
as you glide me
so ardently

our hips
gather dance
a thick remarkableness
you capture within your eyes

and I love the moon only, no more.

The night has finally arived,

As the romance we shared
all this time will burn in
fire of lust, as I draw her close,
closer till her flesh mingles into mine,
her lips taste strawbery
as I kiss her closing my eyes,
moving my hands inside her cover of shame,......

The warmth of her heavy breath
kills the cold I've inside.
She pushes me aside and walkes to the bed,
as each piece of cloth falls to the floor,
the beauty of her body
shines through the candle light,
frees herself from shackles of awe,
moves her body over the bed
taunting the man in me,

My senses get out of control,
my mind gets stuck in the storms of love.

My heart beats faster
as I lick the honey dipped
body of the angel I adore,
the moans and sighs
die with the night,
the sun yawns in the skies
and hides behind the clouds,
blushing and sneaking through the windows,
as it burns more and more with jealousy;

Of human skin inside the angel
bathed in the honey of lust.

The Gap, Australia

#4976 Dec 13, 2012
There is something so erotic in watching a candle in the dark,
The flame, flickering, dancing,....the hot sticky wax,
Sliding down the smooth surface.

Seduce me in the soft glow with words so sweet...

Let me melt into your heart loosing myself in your scent, knowing nothing but you,

The seduction of my whispered tones that drench you to wet,

My mouth sliding down, tasting your flesh.

I bequeath my skin to yours, in the myriod of colours,

That blend with the dance of our bodies,

Nakedness drips like rain along your elactrified skin,
Ride me slowly and softly into your night...

>> Orgasm << .. a long fluttering, pulling your body through warm sand.

In this heat, we give surrender of midnight a new name, that blazes torrents beyond this moment...

Completly and utterly I am bound.

What do I do with this feeling of impending love that's testing me...

This emotion that's a stranger to me,

What do I do with this sensation burning inside of me....

That's slowly taking control of me,

What do I do when I crave her touch,

That emotion my body has missed so much.....

What do I do to regain my strength, cause around her I'm weak,

My body goes crazy, and I feel as though I'm at my sexiest peak....

What do I do, don't want to give in,

My mind, my heart remain strong, but my body I fear will win....

What do I do....How do I avoid her eyes, when she looks at me,

I'm instantly hypnotized....The eyes of the Tiger has locked down on me....

I want to turn and run, run into her open arms, but my feet won't let me free....



The Gap, Australia

#4977 Dec 13, 2012
Your hair with the palms of my hands
I have fingered the strands, around
and around.

Your ears I have tickled
with my laughter.

Your neck with my
tongue, with my teeth, with my lips,
I have kissed.

Your thighs with my
thighs pressing between, ah! I have

Your feet, your scars, you said you
bleed hard, as I traced the soft flesh

Your hands with my hands, your chest
with my chest...and even your heart...

Yes! especially your heart.

My cheek to your breast,
as it rises and falls, my
breath in your hair, the wind in the

Oh yes, those I have touched.

...for an hour
we wake and doze, and slowly I know
that we thought we are sated, though
we are hardly touching, this is the
coming the other brought us to the
edge of - we are entering deeper,
and deeper, gaze by gaze, this place
beyond the other places, beyond body
itself, we are making love....

the aging hot sun to melt.

How is it that our two bodies made
only of flesh and bone ignite with
this fire, yet do not burn ?

How is it that this cannot last
will disapear into the ether
as our bones will turn to dust
and disapear into the earth ?

To choose is never a casual act,
nor is love, nor is any handmade

I have unwrapped myself:
If you hold back, your hand will
remain empty, a high cost for no

With a single touch, we
balance gain and loss.....

The feel of choice.

“Want A Friend, Be One”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

Valentines Day coming Soon

#4978 Dec 13, 2012
Do I let you in or will I be hurt all over again??
Do I stay or should i run away? Feet say run,heart says go for it,head says ,you better not.so now what??wow ..:O) not mine found on FB..

The Gap, Australia

#4979 Dec 13, 2012

It dosen't interest me what you do for a living.

I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It dosen't interest me how old you are.

I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.

It dosen't interest me what planets are squaring your moon.

I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow..

If you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed for fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy mine or your own...

If you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic , remember the limitations of being human.

It dosen't interest me if the story you are telling me is true.

I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself.

If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.

If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty, even when it is not pretty every day...

And you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine..

And still stand at the edge of the lake, and shout to the silver of the full moon, "YES!"

It dosen't interest me to know where you live, or how much money you have.

I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone...

And do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know, or how you came to be here.

I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrirk back.

It dosen't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.

I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be all alone with yourself...

And if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.


“Want A Friend, Be One”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

Valentines Day coming Soon

#4980 Dec 13, 2012
Three simple rules..If you do not go after what you want you'll never have it..If you dont ask the answer will always be no..If you dont step forward you will always be in the same place!!!!

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