#5339 Jan 1, 2013
rise to me from my dungeons
sharpening your sword
within the blaze of my wings -
your ever accursed path
temptingly furrowing along my conscience
and eating my footsteps
one by one
my shoulder blades
heavy with night and moisture
scream towards the shadows of your scars
and whipped with flames
my chapped lips reforge your name
from essence of splendor
[flammis acribus addictis]
scribe your whirled damnation
all over my breath -
igneous pyre for my words
calling for you and for starlight…
blessed am i
for bathing my ebon light
in your smile
[voca me cum benedictis]
Since: Dec 12
#5341 Jan 1, 2013
I am a naked bulb unclothed
In this ambient atmosphere
Here by the seashore
The water tickling our feet
Yes my love you are here with me
In this transcendent manifestation
Of fluid desires
Blanket my body with the Warmth of your Love
Softly as if a butterfly
Tangle your strong hands in my Hair
Pull me closer in your arms
For I long to feel your naked skin
I delight in your deliciousness
I am aware of the heat rising from between my thighs
So very aware………….
Touch me my love in all those intimate places
Move your fingers rhythmically with mine
Inhibition fades to black
Yes my love move your hands there
Introduce my Womanhood to your finger
While I softly rub my Tulip in a circular motion
Glide your finger in and out
In rhythmic motions
Spread my legs my love
Kneel there between them
Keep your steady rhythm
Do not stop until my body quakes in orgasmic ecstasy
Again and Again
Since: Dec 12
#5342 Jan 1, 2013
Awaking from last nights fog
Head still thundering
From drunken love
Reaching across the sheets
There is nothing
Placing my feet on the cold wood floor
Forgetting the Silver Silken robe you bought me
Because you know that I hate Gold
Where are you this morning my Love
The cold of December threatens to encapsulated me
I need your warmth
You’re Love to awaken my body
For the bones feel cold
Much colder than December Rain
#5344 Jan 1, 2013
[…] He was watching the moonlight, as it was slowly flowing over her body, endowing it with a translucent glow, only to continue its’ descent all down to her feet, on that green carpet…
”She’s like absinthe”, he smiled to himself, comparing her to that sugar cube he had earlier leisurely drowned in icy water. he didn’t know what made him hazier, the velvety louche he had drunk or the sight of that perfect ivory skin onto which he barely refrained to grant his lips completion.“she’s my sin and I’m her forever sinner…what makes us greater sinners in the end?”, he thought.“sinning, or falling in love with our sin?”….....
.....She was standing in front of that large window, enjoying the warm breeze tousling her hair, aware of the crimson reflections of the sunset on her naked skin and of the disapproval darting at her from the eyes of some women watching her from a distance as she was unstintingly flaunting her charms.
“You may stare all you want”, she smiled to herself.“in the end I know that what you hate most is neither my beauty, nor my easiness in luring men…...what you actually hate is the fact that you cannot help wishing to have been endowed with the same shamelessness as I was…and in your envy, you’re just as sinful as I am, but at least my sins are at sight…”[…]
#5345 Jan 1, 2013
smile, lover, while I rip your shirt off –
my tonight’s feast is your musk scented skin
scribbled with my feverish gaze,
not fearing the sound of my moans,
just tempting my fingertips
to follow that candlelight flow all over it…
your shoulders, offering themselves
as bearers of the marks of my fingernails,
while you share yourself with my lust,
you – my unholy communion…
I remember the day when I became
your forever Scheherazade,
trapped within the maze of your endless nights,
carefully embroidering sands with words,
endowing seconds with the lace of hope…
that day, my shah, you took my hand
and engraved on my retina
the bright reflection of your soul,
willingly imprisoning your heart in my cupped palms…
I thus became the goblet into which
you poured the very reason of my existence –
The taste of wind, clearing the bronze-edged leaves from the path laying in front of the withering dusk, is spreading all over
the shadows of trees, now bare and shivering
within the arms of falling darkness….....
Your lips birth my name in a longing whisper, kissing with your voice the core of my soul, offering your toll of sadness to the rising moon….
Come to me, lover….....be my autumn’s redeemer,
and let me remind you of the paradise lost
back then, before we had become fallen…
all over with autumn’s scent,
tokens of numbness
spread along my heartbeats,
ashes growing wild
around what used to be my soul,
crows waiting for my dreams
to become their holy communion,
and beyond all this, me,
heading towards a one hundred years sleep,
after pricking my fingers in your thorny self…
#5346 Jan 1, 2013
sun-kissed sands blessing
my footsteps for taking away their
loneliness, lock within their
dreams the memory of the death
of sea-waves…orphan algae taming
the maze of broken shells paving
the lacy shores offer themselves
as witnesses of my hopes,
while your name keeps lashing my soul…
how much sweeter can this pain get?
chaos embracing my seconds
whirls the grains of my dividing life
towards the empty skies…only to throw me
afterward into the moonlit incense smoke
rising inside the soul of your night…
…and then there was nothing…
autumn wrote its’ dust over
withering leaves, my heart just
laying there, among earth’s
whispers for forgotten warmth…
sunbeams, sacrificed for the
memories of now worthless
sounds, following the fate
of any other path lost
within ether, were caressing
the hidden shadow of forever
‘we’ are no more…
and ‘I’ have to learn now
how to walk alone…
‘dance for me tonight’, he whispered,
‘be the joy of my eyes in the mists of this night…’
his gaze burning with lust her footsteps,
she slowly walked in front of him,
chiming the coin belt covering her ivory hips
like a calling for earthly pleasures…
‘I’m here but to serve you…’, she answered,
fingertips barely touching the small tambourine…
and while her body submitted to the sounds,
painting in flowing movements the promises of her skills,
her soul bled all over the thought
that at the end of that night she was going to be
just another pair of eyes forgotten
in some corner of the harem’s seraglio…
flavored with your voice’s inflections,
float through ether
together with orphan shreds of dreams…
the sun rises crimson
against my need for night,
infecting me with fantasies
flowing through each pore of my being
and clinging on my soul like poison ivy…..
stars are fading
and for one more day
I harrow your name on paths of salt…
who are tenderly hiding
within the ‘sectio aurea’ of my need for love,
making my soul fly beyond ultraviolet wishes,
brightening my dreams at night like the northern lights,
hear my calling cradled in the evening breeze,
let my thoughts find shelter in your heart
and allow my life to be the canvas of your love…
scribe your name on my lips,
so that they would forever bear on them
the seal of my heart-keeper…
#5347 Jan 1, 2013
I think my muse has fallen ill
I've lost my inspiration
I sit alone and grasp my quill
In hopeless anticipation
I scribble lines that make no sense
Only to be erased
The air around me becomes intense
The words I choose, a waste
I cannot choose the words I write
The words, they must choose me
Without my muse my words aren't right
As anyone can see
How can I free my tortured soul,
Without my muse's hand?
The words I choose cannot console
They do not understand
I think my muse has fallen ill
My words have been betrayed
The poems I write I cannot feel
My thoughts have all decayed
Since: Apr 12
#5348 Jan 2, 2013
DeVINE KNIGHT thanks for your poetic skills.
#5349 Jan 2, 2013
Her heart keeps throbbing
Muscles are weak
Eyes stare forward
Her lips try to speak
Body rolls off me
I still feel its heat
Sweat begins to cool
Head pounds in beat
Her skin is sticky
I start to relax
She's reached climax
#5350 Jan 2, 2013
I kiss the nectar of her body's tears
Licking the sweet ballad
Told by her constant parallel couplets
Of years that informs me
To take it easy
Allowing our bodies to
Recite an elegy to the death
Of her fear
That grants us the freedom to
Bypass the haiku
An endless free-verse
The humor of a limerick piece
On poetic metaphors
To describe her unforgettable
"Like the sun kissing
No, not good enough:
"Like Mother Nature - Wrapping
The earth against her bosom
--Day and night,"
Secretly addicted to her moonlight...
The rise of her molten core
Sending warmth to
The tip of a tongue
Flickering and desiring more
#5351 Jan 2, 2013
Entering the moisture of her dreams
Slowly penetrating walls
Of hidden fantasies
Her body cling
Length of my
--Desire to please her incomplete stanzas
Of purity, she welcomes me
Into her world of poetry
To become one
Producing the infant of orgasm's
"A sting of pain,
As I welcome the pleasure
of his divine
Over and Over we,
His sexual haiku's
inexplicably excite me,
I close my quatrain's
Utilize the free verse,
To explain this combination.
How my poetry had yearned,
Cries out in exhilaration.
On the verge of ----
For each other...
#5352 Jan 2, 2013
This is what "she" told me it felt like......
"I closed my eyes-
felt the feeling wash over me
like the sea rushes to the shore
I drew closer and closer
and crashed on the beach
Spilled, but fulfilled
and a kaleidoscope of color
filled the night
the air was a rose garden
and everything was silent
not even a cricket could be heard
only my heart beating
rhythmic, shallow and labored
pounding like twin drums
and I touched lightning
felt the ripples of energy torturing my soul
and I knew that I was alive,
Oh God YES !!!"
#5353 Jan 2, 2013
Bitter dark coffee use to be one of my obsessions until I met her. She changed me, and my taste in coffee. Whenever I sees caramel colored coffee, I pine for her. Smelling and devouring her as the coffee glides down my throat.
I use to love strong, dark, bitter coffee. Use to, being the operative word. Now I'm a changed man. There is something decadent about mild coffee, with just a touch of cream.
Coffee, the colour of caramel, with just a whiff of chocolate, tasting as sweet on your tongue as a midnight dream. Coffee like the colour of her skin.
I sighs as I see her standing naked before me. Caramel chocolate from her toes to her head. Begging him to taste her sweetness. Inviting me to touch her smooth soft skin. Endless moments of rapture for my enjoyment only.
I cups her heavy delightful breasts and she moans as she bends backward a full half circle. Giving me a magnificent view of the contours of her chest. Excitedly I lower my tongue to her nipple. If she is this supple and limber, tonight will entail the most glorious sex I ever have had in my life!
I suck at her nipples deep into my mouth and she shivers, grabbing my arms for support. I slowly lower her onto the white satin sheets. Just admiring the dream she is portraying, caramel and cream! She lifts her head and those bedroom eyes darkens from ebony to black, pupils as huge as the windows of her soul.
She wants me. Pouty, glossed lips parts in anticipation and she spreads her legs ninety degrees to boths sides. Astonished, I watch as she thrusts her hips invitingly back and forth. Lowering one hand, she touches her clitoris and moans as she parts her labia to give him a better view. A brilliant view of velvety pink glistened lips. My head is spinning and I smell and taste the sweet nectar as my lips devour her offering.
Sweet, caramel coloured coffee, with just a whiff of chocolate, my favourite!
#5355 Jan 2, 2013
In the throes of pleasure you bit into my heart
Tore away the boundaries that made me sane
And plunged me into the den of mania
I crave your touch so much
I bend over twice to bathe in the glory that surrounds you
All I need is to bury my head in your neck
To strangle my fingers through your hair
And pull your lips closer
All I need is to feast my eyes on your smile
Kiss your lower lip with exuberance
And sigh my heart with a breath
All I need is to love you as sweetly and innocently as I came
As wildly and thundering as the pounding in my chest
And as infinite as your being engraved in my spirit.
“Make Someone Happy”
Since: Mar 12
U R My Sushine
#5356 Jan 2, 2013
Its better to be hated for what you are,than to be loved for what you're not.......(Kurt Cobain)
#5357 Jan 2, 2013
You whisper into my ear
Sweet things that make me weak,
Then you look into my eyes
With your mysterious provocative gaze,
Causing you to touch my skin
To feel the burning of your flames,
Caressing me with a love that is real,
Then you kiss me...
As I feel your wet eager lips
Our hungry tongues indulging in their craving,
To feel the poison...
Of your blood boiling throughout your soul
Sending electrify emotions
Stimulating pure intoxication,
As your hands flows over me;
Touching every curve and every part of me...
It seems I move my legs apart automatically,
As you lift me on the mystical ride
While my body you know I will guide,
Just listen to our song
Making love all night long,
The flames of passion, desire and love
Is taking control over us,
You put your hands in my breast,
As I feel a sensation so exciting,
When you kiss my nipples with your eager lips
Every time you do that,
It gets more and more fulfilling
Let me feel those sensations,
As I feel you deep inside me
Feeling a rage so incredible to resist,
As all I want is to let go
Of all this love I have in store,
You got me twisting...
I feel you as you are pausing deep inside me
And then I feel you pull out and pull back in,
I moan from pure delight and ecstasy,
I get the shivers,
Is from the fire lit inside my being
My body is slippery everywhere,
Please, harder and harder,
I call out your name...
Crying out in anguished bliss
A slight sigh...
''A gasp for air''
This fire is so immense
So full of energy and heat,
Even water could not quench
This fire inside of me,
Cause your love...
Always will remain
Burning there endlessly,
Cause you make my erotic senses rise,
While you take me higher and higher
Than I have ever been
In the mystical ride of yours,
That I just can't get enough
Because without you and your love,
There would not be a hot sexual taste in me.
#5358 Jan 2, 2013
For longer than a taste
- or two,
I will linger;
Lips against lips,
softly against soft.
I will linger
- my prison,
visions of sweetness,
of sweat, of lust;
promisings of ecstasy�s sin
to flower upon my decadent hunger.
- circles across my tongue,
awakening and arousing whispers auctioned
in the throes of passions;
drink until my appetite is laid bare
for a moment or two.
Command my civility
- my shadow, my touch,
- my every secret;
into words spoken as prayer,
into words cried
in breaths of consummation.
- as my own is wondered well,
countless times stabs and penetrates
the beast beyond the shatterings of humanity descent
into the salvation of the truth of desire.
#5359 Jan 2, 2013
A touch of skin soft and slippery,
With the hint of hint of sweat.
We fought our resistance beneath the cool sheets,
As the wind flowed from the window above us.
Eyes met briefly and begged for the chance,
To abandon all of our uncertainties.
You began your work on my lips,
Probing gently as if drawing sex,
From a deep well of longing and need.
Then heated tongues met in the midst,
Of hot and quickening breath.
And greedily we drank the wine of our lusts.
Then intoxicated with those spirits,
Our clothes found resting place on the floor.
Piece by piece,
Until there were no hiding places,
For the two glistening and wanting bodies.
Hunger revealed in this hot moment.
Then skin meshed with skin,
As the floor became the stage.
You moved atop of me easily,
And lowered yourself gently.
Kissing me as I was filled with you.
As a gasp broke the kiss,
Your hands stroked the stray strands,
Away from my forehead, then became entangled.
Our slow rhythm gave way,
To urgent and demanding thrusts of passion,
As I arched my body for your comfort,
And you threw me into ecstasy,
With the strength of your blows.
You left me screaming and soaked,
In oblivion again and again,
As you growled my name from the back of your throat,
And our bodies both demanded more,
Each giving to the other,
High on the fluids of foreign substance.
I grasped, then released you,
Grasped then released you,
In effort to relieve you of your control.
The taste of your skin between my lips,
Was like no other.
To hear your cry of mercy,
When my teeth met your warm skin,
Was more breathtaking than you knew.
Yet I still released the control to you.
As you wound your hands in my hair,
And pulled until the flesh on my neck was taut,
You moved with one final and breaking blow,
Forcing our way to the peaks of bliss,
Leaving our screams to echo on like battle cries.
I welcomed the weight of you to crush me,
As you collapsed on top of me,
Still hot and burning,
And I glowing like an ember,
Casting a welcome light,
Should you seek my gifts again.
#5360 Jan 2, 2013
Glistening bodies entwined
in an ageless erotic dance,
seeking pleasures from each other,
seeking wonder and romance.
She touches his face with tenderness.
He draws her body near.
Aching, needing hunger
will make their destiny clear.
Their lips meet in soft kisses,
their tongues begin passion's war.
Forgotten now, the outside world.
All is here, behind this door.
He strokes her body tenderly,
she arches up for his caress.
He finds her silken portal
and her womanly wetness.
She moans in fiery desire
and pulls his hand away,
wishing to end this exquisite torture
and get on with passion's play.
She straddles his waiting body,
eases him into her feminine hollow.
She leads him on a rhythmic dance,
his thrusting hips must follow.
She rides him faster, even then,
to hear his wondrous sighs.
She shows him all the delights
she has between her womanly thighs.
They stare into each other's eyes
and gasp as ecstasy unreels,
and tangles them in a lover's knot
that every answer reveals.
Sated, they lie side by side,
spent but hungering still.
She touches him where their passion came
and tastes their lovers spill.
Their mouths meet in passionate need,
hungry animals once more.
This time he rises above her,
her body to explore.
Their ballet begins again,
as he thrusts his manhood in,
vowing not to end the dance
unless her cries he'll win.
Like beasts of old they become,
riding with desire,
only resting their throbbing bodies
when sated by their fire.
#5361 Jan 2, 2013
Would you kiss me tonight
arouse deep feelings
please, make it so sensual
can you feel a kiss without your heart
so warm your lips, I felt them part
no words can be spoken,
the meaning is true
that kiss will last forever
it's only for me and you
a kiss from the heart
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