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He saw her gaze
rest upon him.
Eyes to eyes
then she dropped
her glance.
Minor frown,
almost fear,
played across her face,
diminishing quickly
to studied indifference.
His features had been typical open,
Friendly,
Smiling.
Yet he too frowned,
briefly,
until he recovered.
His smile now slightly wistful,
torn to think that his demeanor
offered something painful
to one so attractive in his eyes.
__________________
There are whispers,
then there are kisses
that have words attached.
Sometimes the words
even make sense.
Not that the words
are necessary.
We can find
other ways
to communicate desire.
Words are just sweet icing,
swirling around two tongues.
__________________
So if I spend a kiss...
Sometimes we barter favors
spending kisses
and caresses.
"You can only kiss me twice
and then you have to go."
And she smiles knowingly
as I sneak in an intimate
touch.
A game we play,
assigning value
to our desire.
But it is all play money
that scatters to floor,
worthless,
less the moments shared,
which are always priceless.
__________________
So easy to fixate on you.
So what if my eyes wander
up and down and around.
{What an ass!}
Dacadent daydreams
where time slows down
lights dim
and your lips taste sweet
as candy's kiss.
And fuck I want you
sprawled beneath me
squirming out your discontent.
My discontent
Prodding us to try
another way.
Even as you ride me
off into the sunset.
Strip.
For me baby
and let me ponder the weight
of each breast.
Nipple sliding between my lips,
just the lightest of scrapes
across my teeth.
There is no tomorrow.
No yesterday.
Only now.
I want you now.
__________________
never having seen her eyes
I wonder at the emotion
they might show
or not
I know it's there
sorrow in the song
laughter in the light
sadness in the dark
love in every moment
never having seen her eyes
I wonder at their color
the emotion does not matter
as I see that in other ways
__________________
so it's not as if
I found her more feminine
in or out of pink
sweater
falling to the floor
and lips that glide
and slide
on bare skin
waiting that next move
with breath a little frantic
staccato sound
that breaks an afternoon's
silence
until the moans come into play
say what you will
only with passion
in your voice
__________________
No sight, no sound,
just sighs.
Just close your eyes
and let our lips
find the way
to each other.
What makes you lips
so soft,
so pleasing to kiss?
Have to reach out
and hold on to you,
you essence
affects my equilibrium.
You always have me off balance.
You always have me.
__________________
So what if she says
"Fuck you."
With that leering smile
and legs spread
beneath a short skirt.
Slapping me hard
after I slam her
into the wall.
Then trying to tear off
my face
when she pulls her lips
tighter into mine.
better finger
fuck her
a little
so she is not dry
to the touch.
Bitch forgot her panties.
Damn
makes me hot.
Hard.
Wonder if the bricks
will leave an abrasion
if I slam her
into the wall
once again
with skirt pulled up
around her waist.
Not that I care.
Much.
__________________
He saw her gaze
rest upon him.
Eyes to eyes
then she dropped
her glance.
Minor frown,
almost fear,
played across her face,
diminishing quickly
to studied indifference.
His features had been typical open,
Friendly,
Smiling.
Yet he too frowned,
briefly,
until he recovered.
His smile now slightly wistful,
torn to think that his demeanor
offered something painful
to one so attractive in his eyes.
__________________
There are whispers,
then there are kisses
that have words attached.
Sometimes the words
even make sense.
Not that the words
are necessary.
We can find
other ways
to communicate desire.
Words are just sweet icing,
swirling around two tongues.
__________________
So if I spend a kiss...
Sometimes we barter favors
spending kisses
and caresses.
"You can only kiss me twice
and then you have to go."
And she smiles knowingly
as I sneak in an intimate
touch.
A game we play,
assigning value
to our desire.
But it is all play money
that scatters to floor,
worthless,
less the moments shared,
which are always priceless.
__________________
So easy to fixate on you.
So what if my eyes wander
up and down and around.
{What an ass!}
Dacadent daydreams
where time slows down
lights dim
and your lips taste sweet
as candy's kiss.
And fuck I want you
sprawled beneath me
squirming out your discontent.
My discontent
Prodding us to try
another way.
Even as you ride me
off into the sunset.
Strip.
For me baby
and let me ponder the weight
of each breast.
Nipple sliding between my lips,
just the lightest of scrapes
across my teeth.
There is no tomorrow.
No yesterday.
Only now.
I want you now.
__________________
never having seen her eyes
I wonder at the emotion
they might show
or not
I know it's there
sorrow in the song
laughter in the light
sadness in the dark
love in every moment
never having seen her eyes
I wonder at their color
the emotion does not matter
as I see that in other ways
__________________
so it's not as if
I found her more feminine
in or out of pink
sweater
falling to the floor
and lips that glide
and slide
on bare skin
waiting that next move
with breath a little frantic
staccato sound
that breaks an afternoon's
silence
until the moans come into play
say what you will
only with passion
in your voice
__________________
No sight, no sound,
just sighs.
Just close your eyes
and let our lips
find the way
to each other.
What makes you lips
so soft,
so pleasing to kiss?
Have to reach out
and hold on to you,
you essence
affects my equilibrium.
You always have me off balance.
You always have me.
__________________
So what if she says
"Fuck you."
With that leering smile
and legs spread
beneath a short skirt.
Slapping me hard
after I slam her
into the wall.
Then trying to tear off
my face
when she pulls her lips
tighter into mine.
better finger
fuck her
a little
so she is not dry
to the touch.
Bitch forgot her panties.
Damn
makes me hot.
Hard.
Wonder if the bricks
will leave an abrasion
if I slam her
into the wall
once again
with skirt pulled up
around her waist.
Not that I care.
Much.
__________________
The man is a freaking genius. I only read his stuff when Im prepared to feel inadequate.If you don't get another book together,
I'm going to slap you naked
And hide your clothes.
Some very good stuff here
Thank you very much.
The man is a freaking genius. I only read his stuff when Im prepared to feel inadequate.
The man is a freaking genius. I only read his stuff when Im prepared to feel inadequate.
I know that feeling well but i hold no hard feelings.
My two little poems on here go hide under the bed every time I open this thread.
If you don't get another book together,
I'm going to slap you naked
And hide your clothes.
Some very good stuff here
Thank you very much.
The man is a freaking genius. I only read his stuff when Im prepared to feel inadequate.
He has a way with words for sure.
Working on it. Blurt books take a while with poems being a page per. Should have something ready to go by fall if not sooner.
How are sales going on the first book?
Enough to keep the liquor cabinet stocked i hope.
No clue.
All the money goes to charity.
From a comment I made...
Call me Merlin
seeking my Nimue.
Led astray
by some sultry angel
clad in black.
Or white.
Hands tethered by desire.
Or hemp.
No,
the hemp goes around my neck.
Kiss me Angel
with your Siren sigh.
They say a picture
is worth a thousand words.
I need neither pictures
nor words
to understand my desire
for you.
Encompassed in love, in lust.
In a timeless moment
where hands are held,
smiles are shared
and lips touch.