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Intrigue
Stephen Crane

Thou art my love
And thou art peace of sundown
When the blue shadows soothe
And the grasses and the leaves sleep
To the song of the little brooks
Woe is me.

Thou art my love
And thou art a storm
That breaks black in the sky
And, sweeping headlong,
Drenches and cowers each tree
And the panting end
There is no sound
Save the melancholy cry of a single owl
Woe is me!

Thou art my love
And thous art a tinsel thing
And I in my play broke thee easily
And from the little fragments
Arose my long sorrow
Woe is me

Thou art my love
And thou art a weary violet
Drooping from sun caresses
Answering mine carelessly
Woe is me

Thou art my love
And thou art the ashes of others men's love
And I bury my face in these ashes
And I love them
Woe is me

Thou art my love
And thou art the beard
On another man's face
Woe is me

Thou art my love
And thou art a temple
And in this temple is an alter
And on this alter is my heart
Woe is me

Thou art my love
And thou art a wretch
Let these sacred love-lies choke thee
For I am come to where I know your lies as truth
And your truth as lies
Woe is me

Thou art my love
And thou art a priestess
And in thy hand is a bloody dagger
And my doom comes to me surely
Woe

Thou art my love
And thou art a skull with ruby eyes
And I love thee
Woe is me

Thou art my love
And I doubt thee
And if peace came with thy murder
Then would I murder
Woe is me

Thou art my love
And thou art death
Black and yet black
I love thee
Woe, welcome woe, to me
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"POETRY."

And it was at that age...Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.

I did not know what to say, my mouth
had no way
with names
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
deciphering
that fire
and I wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance, pure
nonsense,
pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw
the heavens
unfastened
and open,
planets,
palpitating planations,
shadow perforated,
riddled
with arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe.

And I, infinitesmal being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
I felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke free on the open sky.

-- Pablo Neruda
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Intrigue
Stephen Crane
Thou art my love
And thou art peace of sundown
When the blue shadows soothe
And the grasses and the leaves sleep
To the song of the little brooks
Woe is me.
Thou art my love
And thou art a storm
That breaks black in the sky
And, sweeping headlong,
Drenches and cowers each tree
And the panting end
There is no sound
Save the melancholy cry of a single owl
Woe is me!
Thou art my love
And thous art a tinsel thing
And I in my play broke thee easily
And from the little fragments
Arose my long sorrow
Woe is me
Thou art my love
And thou art a weary violet
Drooping from sun caresses
Answering mine carelessly
Woe is me
Thou art my love
And thou art the ashes of others men's love
And I bury my face in these ashes
And I love them
Woe is me
Thou art my love
And thou art the beard
On another man's face
Woe is me
Thou art my love
And thou art a temple
And in this temple is an alter
And on this alter is my heart
Woe is me
Thou art my love
And thou art a wretch
Let these sacred love-lies choke thee
For I am come to where I know your lies as truth
And your truth as lies
Woe is me
Thou art my love
And thou art a priestess
And in thy hand is a bloody dagger
And my doom comes to me surely
Woe
Thou art my love
And thou art a skull with ruby eyes
And I love thee
Woe is me
Thou art my love
And I doubt thee
And if peace came with thy murder
Then would I murder
Woe is me
Thou art my love
And thou art death
Black and yet black
I love thee
Woe, welcome woe, to me
The blue that startled his heart has faded:

blue-grey like denim now her eyes by candlelight
across the table --

and he knows the fingerprints
of time are on him, too,

though candle's bloom
is less truthful than the unrelenting sun.

He knows them both to be weathered in the cascade
of the years, beyond redress --

still, his hand
which has crept without volition over the linen
to clasp hers, touches, not the flesh time mars,

but the undimmed radiance of her love, pulsing
stronger for the passage of the years since first
he touched her.

His hand tightens over hers
in that familiar reflex which has saved him,

times beyond remembering, from drowning.

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Charity Chapman

Central Park Waltz

Us too, we waltz
Like a circular parade
Of carnival equines

Shimmering surface,
Harmlessly hissing
As artistic blades carve

Tiny particles of
Crystaline ivory
Descend around us

Further, we glide
Amid fantastical
Glowing creatures

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Homunculus Nebula wrote:
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The blue that startled his heart has faded:
blue-grey like denim now her eyes by candlelight
across the table --
and he knows the fingerprints
of time are on him, too,
though candle's bloom
is less truthful than the unrelenting sun.
He knows them both to be weathered in the cascade
of the years, beyond redress --
still, his hand
which has crept without volition over the linen
to clasp hers, touches, not the flesh time mars,
but the undimmed radiance of her love, pulsing
stronger for the passage of the years since first
he touched her.
His hand tightens over hers
in that familiar reflex which has saved him,
times beyond remembering, from drowning.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox

How does Love speak?
In the faint flush upon the telltale cheek,
And in the pallor that succeeds it; by
The quivering lid of an averted eye--
The smile that proves the parent to a sigh
Thus doth Love speak.

How does Love speak?
By the uneven heart-throbs, and the freak
Of bounding pulses that stand still and ache,
While new emotions, like strange barges, make
Along vein-channels their disturbing course;
Still as the dawn, and with the dawn's swift force--
Thus doth Love speak.

How does Love speak?
In the avoidance of that which we seek--
The sudden silence and reserve when near--
The eye that glistens with an unshed tear--
The joy that seems the counterpart of fear,
As the alarmèd heart leaps in the breast,
And knows, and names, and greets its godlike guest--
Thus doth Love speak.

How does Love speak?
In the proud spirit suddenly grown meek--
The haughty heart grown humble; in the tender
And unnamed light that floods the world with splendor;
In the resemblance which the fond eyes trace
In all fair things to one belovèd face;
In the shy touch of hands that thrill and tremble;
In looks and lips that can no more dissemble--
Thus doth Love speak.

How does Love speak?
In the wild words that uttered seem so weak
They shrink ashamed in silence; in the fire
Glance strikes with glance, swift flashing high and higher,
Like lightnings that precede the mighty storm;
In the deep, soulful stillness; in the warm,
Impassioned tide that sweeps through throbbing veins,
Between the shores of keen delights and pains;
In the embrace where madness melts in bliss,
And in the convulsive rapture of a kiss--
Thus doth Love speak.

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Ella Wheeler Wilcox
How does Love speak?
In the faint flush upon the telltale cheek,
And in the pallor that succeeds it; by
The quivering lid of an averted eye--
The smile that proves the parent to a sigh
Thus doth Love speak.
How does Love speak?
By the uneven heart-throbs, and the freak
Of bounding pulses that stand still and ache,
While new emotions, like strange barges, make
Along vein-channels their disturbing course;
Still as the dawn, and with the dawn's swift force--
Thus doth Love speak.
How does Love speak?
In the avoidance of that which we seek--
The sudden silence and reserve when near--
The eye that glistens with an unshed tear--
The joy that seems the counterpart of fear,
As the alarmèd heart leaps in the breast,
And knows, and names, and greets its godlike guest--
Thus doth Love speak.
How does Love speak?
In the proud spirit suddenly grown meek--
The haughty heart grown humble; in the tender
And unnamed light that floods the world with splendor;
In the resemblance which the fond eyes trace
In all fair things to one belovèd face;
In the shy touch of hands that thrill and tremble;
In looks and lips that can no more dissemble--
Thus doth Love speak.
How does Love speak?
In the wild words that uttered seem so weak
They shrink ashamed in silence; in the fire
Glance strikes with glance, swift flashing high and higher,
Like lightnings that precede the mighty storm;
In the deep, soulful stillness; in the warm,
Impassioned tide that sweeps through throbbing veins,
Between the shores of keen delights and pains;
In the embrace where madness melts in bliss,
And in the convulsive rapture of a kiss--
Thus doth Love speak.
"LOVE LETTER."

Not easy to state the change you made.
If I'm alive now, then I was dead,
Though, like a stone, unbothered by it,
Staying put according to habit.
You didn't just tow me an inch, no-
Nor leave me to set my small bald eye
Skyward again, without hope, of course,
Of apprehending blueness, or stars.

That wasn't it. I slept, say: a snake
Masked among black rocks as a black rock
In the white hiatus of winter-
Like my neighbors, taking no pleasure
In the million perfectly-chiseled
Cheeks alighting each moment to melt
My cheeks of basalt. They turned to tears,
Angels weeping over dull natures,

But didn't convince me. Those tears froze.
Each dead head had a visor of ice.
And I slept on like a bent finger.
The first thing I was was sheer air
And the locked drops rising in dew
Limpid as spirits. Many stones lay
Dense and expressionless round about.
I didn't know what to make of it.
I shone, mice-scaled, and unfolded
To pour myself out like a fluid
Among bird feet and the stems of plants.

I wasn't fooled. I knew you at once.
Tree and stone glittered, without shadows.
My finger-length grew lucent as glass.
I started to bud like a March twig:
An arm and a leg, and arm, a leg.
From stone to cloud, so I ascended.
Now I resemble a sort of god
Floating through the air in my soul-shift
Pure as a pane of ice. It's a gift.

-- Sylvia Plath
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I see her first darkly
through skein-nets of trees, she is
a brilliant flash of white

pensive and private, she broods

in the woods the darkling
woods
thinking of the dark
the dark demon of the night

how he comes to her

with dark-bright featherwings
to enfold and restrain
to capture and possess, how she
writhes,

moans and cries out……..wakes in the morning

to an empty bed, how he

haunts her heart spaces
through the sun-filled hours
with his dark hope……..with his
demon grasp

but then ....

she sits in a sunny place
till her perfect lover comes
to sit quietly with her
and does not touch her
nor writhe nor moan with her

nor delight her body but

sits and says nothing
while her dark bird hovers……..

unseen

yet bright-dark in the world
Homunculus Nebula

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A c ock
it's true,
I am all c ock at times
and you allow it
celebrate it
become the hand that caresses it
tenderly
lingeringly
the lips that embrace it warmly,
languidly
the swollen c unt that swallows it
whole,
wetly
the woman that rides it
demandingly
sweatily
until it drags your pleasure
explosively
to beyond oblivion
and I rest with you,
now infinitely
much more than c ock.
Homunculus Nebula

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Are there moments you just FEEL me
...me touching you...
secret lil pleasures behind-your-eyes -
as you stare through a window
my fingertips so lightly flow as and where they will
seeking any and all
of you... the back of your neck
cheeks and jaw lines.....
the fine lines of lips' edge.

...and so nicely-gently-knowingly down and lightly -
longingly across the gentle rise as with each breath
...now shaking yet taken, barely held - released...
and onward to softly, intently circle the slightest bumps
raising and begging and raising still more
- trailing the growing heat and tingles
til rising the hills of harmony
those not-so-little peaks peaking
and all the while YOU are just so melting
puddling wanting more and more
the flowing feeling of fingers' tips freely
roaming the places of your growing need...

Your eyes aren't empty but they aren't there,
and your breath can't begin to catch
the heartbeats running and running
and the sheer FEEL as your back arches
so willingly - willfully thrusting more and more
OF you to the reach - begging for all the more
and still more of tips grasping and tightening
turning, turning the yearning and twisting... twists
tightening into HEAT and NEED and more...still more.

...and the shivers of want - need each touch, each grasp,
and then...god they flow further, further -'cross and down
each lil hair gasps and cries - muscles quake and beg
and the heat - the HEAT ... and you HOLD your breath
you KNOW...K N O W what's happening next and, and and
so forcefully exhale AS your hips just rise awaiting... awaiting -
THAT knowing touch...THAT touch right THERE....

GOD its just right there - centered.

Pressing tight - impossibly tight - to a rising YOU and then
so flowing the length, the silken slick very center
of all that is you at THIS moment, THIS instant,
and so impossibly entering within... so full and
soooo wantonly, purposefully, will-fully... taking
and expanding - flowing - ever in and in til touching

...your
heart
where they always were
and will ever be...
the part of me
in you
that made us - we.
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My fair one.
Like the snow,
Draped in sunshine.
Alabaster.
Smooth as silk.
Eyes of sky.
So inviting,
Sensual.
Evoking my smile.
Lips,
That beg my kiss.
How I love thee.
Need thee.
feel you,
Stirring in me.
Want you.
Beneath me.
Deep within thee.

Within my realm.
My castle walls,
Protect thee.
My armour,
Shields thee.
My sword,
Defends thee.
My arms surround thee.
In coiled heat.
My chains bind thee,
In your dreams.
My collar brands thee,
As mine.
I wait patiently,
Upon my throne.

You,
Kneel to me.
Obeisance,
For me.
Obey,
Me.
Give all you are,
To me.
Trust me,
Implicitly.
Desire me,
Above all others.
Your loins,
In heat,
for me.
You breath,
For me.
You only dream,
Of me.
Your body dies,
For me.
As I would,
And do,
Indeed,
Die,
For thee.

I am your,
Lord.
Your Master.
The one,
Who holds,
the key.
Your hearts,
Desire.
The one,
Who strokes your fire.
With my,
Salt sweet seed.

I am your Knight,
In Honor.
And I,
Complete thee.
As thee,
My heart.
Complete me.

Come my lady.
My hearts desire.
My Little one.
Who inspires,
Great deeds.
Know that I love thee.
Need thee.
Will have thee.
Show thee,
My hearts,
True blood.
Crimson,
As your,
Moist lips.


Ride upon,
This brave steed,
With me.
Feel his power,
Within your,
Virgin loins.
As he fly's us,
As if the wind,
To our place,
Amongst the bowers.
Let your flaxen,
Flow as a brook,
Within the breeze.
Trust and believe,
That I am he,
Who covets thee,
With an honorable heart.
A wise tongue.
A Passionate soul.
He, who has always,
Been the spectre,
Within your,
Erotic virgin dreams.


Know that I,
Am your knight.
True of heart,
And deeds.
That I hold thee,
In my palm,
Even as I,
Build your pedestal.
Know that,
No azure sky,
Can compete,
With thine eyes.
No spun gold,
With thy silken hair.
No flower,
With thy true scent.
No fruit,
With the lush,
Nor the blush.
Of thy lips.
No velvet royal,
With thy skin.
No confection,
Nor nectar,
With thy taste.
That thou,
Is perfection,
To me.


Come my Heart.
My lady of the moon.
Full with promise.
We have arrived,
At your destiny.
Here below,
The flowered branches,
Where I,
Will give thee gifts,
Of bliss,
My deep kiss,
Will gently,
Bring thee there.
See how my steed,
Bows for thee,
As I help thee alight.
He knows,
Thy pure heart too.


Trust in me.
Thy true knight.
Know my love is thine.
That no other,
Has its key,
But thee.
As I,
Hold the one,
To thy chastity.
Know, my love.
That,
These shackles,
Will not chafe.
This whip,
This fire,
That is my body,
Will not burn.
But, be the instrument,
That will churn,
Your secrete desire.
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Know, my love,
Of my fond intent.
To take you where,
Satres flutes,
Will spend,
Sweet notes,
Upon thy soul.
Heat your loins.
And make woodsprites,
Laugh in carnal glee.


Trust in me,
As I shackle thee,
Upon this bower.
Feel earths power,
As it soothes,
Your trembling senses.


Know my sweet,
As my sword,
Cuts deft, not deep
Thy gown,
From such exquisite form.
That my intent,
Is noble,
Not greed.
That I will,
Turn thee into fire.
Take thee higher,
Then dragons soar.
And more,
I will,
Give thee,
Such,
Sweet ecstasy.


So,
Be as patient,
As this,
Ancient tree.
Our love,
has only,
Just begun.
Just begun,
My heart.
Only just,
Begun....

Oh my heart.
My fair one.
Dost thou tremble,
In fear?
Or better,
Tis it the,
Sweet fruit of,
Anticipation?
Nay,
No need to speak,
My heart.
I see in thine eyes,
Such love and trust,
It melts this Knights heart,
And I tremble with thee.
Vibrate with thee.
As if two lutes,
Strummed,
In sympathy.

Know my love.
How I honor thee.
Love thee,
More,
Then all the celestial lights,
In heaven.
More than,
These poor words speak.
That I seek,
Forever,
To find my heart,
In thee.
My soul,
In thee.
My strength,
In thee.
Your trust,
In me.
Humbles.
Yet,
Makes this ache,
I feel,
A healing balm.
A calm,
I surrender to.

Be strong of heart,
My love.
As I bind thee,
Find thee,
Pulse to pulse,
To this,
Most ancient,
Of regal oaks.
Feel its wisdom.
Upon such,
Ivory flesh,
As thee's.
Bereft of gown,
I drown,
With,
Love besotted eyes,
In this vision,
Of thy perfection.

Fear not,
My fair one.
My hearts delight.
As I blind thee,
With this silk.
Thy favor,
Upon my joust.
I seek,
Only thy pleasure.
Thy hearts,
Submission.
Thy bodies,
Secret desire.
Thy most carnal,
Dreams made flesh.
This test,
Will know thy name.
Become the flame,
That consumes us.

Listen.
My lady fair.
My dear one.
With,
Pearl shell ears.
As my soft,
Yet, resonant voice,
Leads thee.
Takes thee,
Shows thee,
The pleasures,
The sirens,
Sing of.
Faeries,
Dream of.
And mortals,
Have only known,
Through the songs,
Of minstrels.

Feel my touch,
As I stroke thee.
With,
Trembling,
Un-worthy,
Yet, gentle hands.
Your breasts heave,
Neath them.
Your nipples,
Sparkle,
Neath,
My playful thumbs.
My tongue,
A hot feather,
Of hummingbird wings.
My tender lips,
Suckle,
As if a babe.
My teeth,
A gentle bite,
That sends,
Rivulets,
Of warm pleasure,
To thy,
Glistening loins.
Inhale,
This scent,
Heady,
With anticipation.

Feel me,
As I taste thee.
My tongue,
A dervish.
My mouth,
A feverish,
Vacuum.
Suckling,
That tender bud,
Within thy flower.
Your nectar,
A flagon,
of pure joy,
Dissolves,
Upon my pallet.
Infuses my blood,
With thy,
Ardour.
Makes me flush,
Breathless,
With passion.

Come,
My little one.
My hearts own beat.
As I cut thy bonds.
Free thine eyes,
To again,
See into mine,
What loves journey,
Has become.
And,
Where it shall go.
My sex,
A knights sword,
Unquenchable,
And proud.
Seeks,
To impale you.
Fill you.
Your virgin womb,
Its fond,
Destination.
Let us mount,
This brave steed,
He kneels for thee.
As you,
Shall mount me.
Gently.
Slowly.
As I breach,
Thy virgin door.
Such pain,
Shall,
Become ecstasy,
My steeds gait,
Shall bring us there.
Where,
Fires roar.
Thunder scores.
Brave dragons soar.
And we become one,
With loves elementals.
Our passion,
A never ending story.
Our two souls,
A glory,
To the gods,
Of love.
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Lay your sleeping head, my love,
Human on my faithless arm;
Time and fevers burn away
Individual beauty from
Thoughtful children, and the grave
Proves the child ephemeral:
But in my arms till break of day
Let the living creature lie,
Mortal, guilty, but to me
The entirely beautiful.

Soul and body have no bounds:
To lovers as they lie upon
Her tolerant enchanted slope
In their ordinary swoon,
Grave the vision Venus sends
Of supernatural sympathy,
Universal love and hope;
While an abstract insight wakes
Among the glaciers and the rocks
The hermit's sensual ecstasy.

Certainty, fidelity
On the stroke of midnight pass
Like vibrations of a bell,
And fashionable madmen raise
Their pedantic boring cry:
Every farthing of the cost,
All the dreaded cards foretell,
Shall be paid, but from this night
Not a whisper, not a thought,
Not a kiss nor look be lost.

Beauty, midnight, vision dies:
Let the winds of dawn that blow
Softly round your dreaming head
Such a day of sweetness show
Eye and knocking heart may bless,
Find the mortal world enough;
Noons of dryness see you fed
By the involuntary powers,
Nights of insult let you pass
Watched by every human love.
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In the small of her back
floats a perfect drop of sweat,
no alluring feature does it lack:
musty, tempting, wet.

Resting in a lake enclosed by land
surrounding beads threaten to break,
but with a light caress of my hand
the bead does not join the wake.

Drifting across the rise of her hips,
tickling, whispering, nibbling her skin,
goose bumps rise to meet my lips;
shivers, quivers, echo from deep within.

With an arch of her back the journey begins,
the perfect drop sails over delicate flesh
completely unaware of our delicious sins,
it rides over her skin to where our bodies mesh.

She turns to her side, it travels around the world
to drift down the valley 'tween rising hills
and exit again to a new land unfurled,
ready to take part in our sensual thrills.

I chase it's descent down her graceful neck,
the drop rises then pauses at the crest of her chin
like a sea faring gull aboard a ships deck.
But with the top of my lip I brush the drop in

to tide pools churning beneath my lovers mouth
and up over the swell of her lip.
My eyes look north, my hands move south,
I puase for a moment and then take a sip.

And for the drop it's the journeys end;
I share the sweet drop with a lovers kiss.
She opens her legs, her knees bend,
and we drift on a sea of sexual bliss.
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

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Uninvited, the thought of you stayed too late in my head,
so I went to bed, dreaming you hard, hard, woke with your name,
like tears, soft, salt, on my lips, the sound of its bright syllables
like a charm, like a spell.

Falling in love
is glamorous hell; the crouched, parched heart
like a tiger ready to kill; a flame's fierce licks under the skin.
Into my life, larger than life, beautiful, you strolled in.
I hid in my ordinary days, in the long grass of routine,
in my camouflage rooms. You sprawled in my gaze,
staring back from anyone's face, from the shape of a cloud,
from the pining, earth-struck moon which gapes at me

and I open the bedroom door. The curtains stir. There you are
on the bed, like a gift, like a touchable dream.
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

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With eyes softly closed
I still taste you...
the lingering scent
of lavendar,
the wispy strands
of your hair on my cheek,
the soft and gentle rhythm
of heartbeats -
mere moments before
locked as one
roaring and surging
now nestling gently
calmly
entwined
inside and out.

With eyes softly closed
I still feel the heat -
sheer animal flame
primal fire
released yet encompassing
quenched yet ever hungry,
the effort of merging
sweat's sweet sting,
the timeless moment,
the 'afters' glow
the infinite softness
of you
and me
and such a fullness
I've come to know.

With eyes softly closed
a single tear flows
the indescribable emotion
released from within
as the eyes silently open
and find yours
looking in.
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

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Inside my satin sheets
you move like a
finger entwined
in a silky tendril

The way I twist my hair
when I'm sleepy
stroking, rubbing,
feeling every smooth inch

Knotted, tied, restrained
to your strength
I slide across the sleek
machine you have shared with me

And with my sensual touch
my soft mouth, your warm scent
we sway to a song
our bodies have composed.

This is the music of us
the chorus of "sex"
the vibrato of our souls
the rhythm of our senses
the chorus of "sex."
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

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Was it you outside my door...
the footsteps soft and swift
fleeting and paused
and swift once more...

I swore the knob turned
but you didn't enter
and I waited and waited
breathless

Somewhen my eyes closed
and the feel of you
the presence of you
the TOUCH found me
there
laying uncovered
and somehow BARE
so far beyond mere naked
and I wasn't afraid
didn't move to hide or cover

and I remembered to breathe
and my chest heaved
rising tight and taut
my heart beat and raced
and FLEW through the night
and I KNEW
KNEW
the fingertips tracing so softly
up and down my flanks weren't mine
and my very soul GLOWED
can you understand???

Exhales and inhales merged as one
lips - softer than silk - flowed and floated
everywhere...EVERY - WHERE!
and dear GOD... the sheer HEAT
building and growing and flowing within
EXPLODED...
and I fell and fell and
fell
into your arms
and was somehow
home...
again.
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

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We used to pride ourselves
on the words we knew.
The dictionary sat beside us
but was seldom consulted.

I'm amazed when I think now
of how few words we actually used

to talk, that final game
we played over and over.
Our vocabularies froze,
it was as though we were down
to our last rack
of letters, board

space was limited to tight
corners or tricky gaps,
and the time limit, set so
long ago when time seemed endless,
ticked softly to its end.
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

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The years pass like summer's southern rain,
And time tends to gray the pain,
Bury the senses and blur the consequences?
Of leaving you.

The pictures hold no memories,
No tragedies ensue.
No longer can I taste the pleasure,
The treasure of loving you.

Until I caught you in the air,
A current so pure to assure my love.
Savor my hesitation,
Raze my concentration,
And (for a moment) still my heart.
Long enough to touch, taste, feel you again,
And tear my soul apart.

For I can lose sight of the sound of your pleas,
And escape the ease of your eyes.
But I'll never forget the soft scent of your skin,
And the way it touched mine.
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

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she's his fantasy girl
and wants to be his star
so she strips down to panties
jumps up on the bed
then turns her head
slips the lollipop
between her lips
and puts on a pouty face...

*click*

she seduces the lolly
from her wet mouth
and traces a sticky trail
that trickles down her belly
then she slips it in
between the elastic band
and her smooth white skin
and rubs herself down there...

*click*

she pulls them off
and tosses herself across the bed
spreads her legs wide
and shoves the candy inside
twisting and turning
sliding and sighing
moaning and groaning
and then she licks her lips...

*click*

finally she turns around
and bending down
she hikes her ass up in the air
she puts the sucker there
and swallows the candy whole
and all that is left
is the little white stick
and a cherry-flavored honey-pot...

*click*

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