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Unspoken


Music through daylight and soft rose gently brings gypsy eyes unfolded where petals bruised with perfume awaken deep longing to abandon treasures unspoken and tears exposed hidden behind dams where swirling pools unable to release desire are searching the stars within for signs of passion, calling, inviting, reaching and baring soul filled shivers down a slender spine, tingling, pleasing, flowing, bringing overdue sensuous oils of warmth surrounding delicate sultry peaches, lips breathing new life with shining resolve quietly as the moment becomes endless slithering shades of time lost and time found, growing, rising, essence tasting, filling wet crevices as lightning rains and pours a tidal wave crashing beautiful sweet memories forever changed on a road of promise, a path of diamonds, through a door to magnetic needs locked behind control, free and alive, resting safely on pillows behind an afternoon breeze.

I am Master, you are slave
I am all that you crave
deny me all that you want
it's your mind that I haunt

Release this grasp you have on me
just let me go, you are free
give me the table, take what you want
just leave, turn around and dont' come back

it is over, do not look and stare
I see through you, there's no one there
go slave, turn around and leave
you've betrayed your heart
and you lost
and you grieve
you've betrayed your masculinity
your integrity

yes, Go now mother slut
turn around and don't come back
you are worthy of not Me
of the ground, sky or trees
Mother Nature is shamed by you
your pride, ego is what is you

weak little slave, you have your pride
take it, go --- get on with your lie

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Anticipation

Anticipation


She is in the moment.
Her breath, coming slow and easy.
Her wrist bound by silk rope,
Stretched towards the ceiling,
As though she where reaching for her God.
Her eyes, covered in silk and leather.
Her body draped in lose white satin.
And nothing else.

He moves about her slowly, softly.
She can hear the light sound of his movement.
His quiet breath.
His deep whispers of his intent,
His commands.
And she trembles,
In anticipation.

For he is her God, in this moment.
Nothing but he exists.
Nothing but him, matters.
And as he moves about her,
Touching lightly, gently.
Her nipples harden,
Skin glistens.
Breath comes shorter.
Clit becomes erect.
And she becomes wet,
In sweet anticipation.

He talks of his love.
His uncompromising devotion.
His honour, of her complete,
Submission.
In whispers.
And by his deft touch.
She trusts him,
Without question, pause, or fear.
For she knows his love is real,
As Is hers.
Unto him she gives up her soul,
Heart,
Body.
And she trembles,
In anticipation.

He touches her shoulder,
White satin, slithers to the floor,
A soft rustle.
And in the long silence,
A sound is heard,
By sensitive ears.
A kind of soft whistle.
That her body knows.
Her mind exalts.
And as her heart beats faster,
She smiles,
In sweet anticipation.

The soft leather,
Lays across breasts so precisely,
That only the slightest of stings is felt.
And no mark mars it's passing.
And then again.
And again.
She moans in pleasure.
Her love blossoms,
Like a flower in full bloom.
Body quivering,
As he moves about her,
Laying on the tails.
On breasts.
Stomach.
Back.
And buttocks.
And after each strike,
He kisses,
Where he once struck.
And she moans,
In anticipation,
Of his next one.

What is this kind of love?
How does one find its meaning?
Where pain and pleasure meet,
And become one.
Where a man controls,
Her every breath.
And she submits so willingly.
It is something,
No one can define.
No one answer suffices.
Except!
That in all ways,
It is the purest love.
The meaning of trust.
And the sweet anticipation.


by Bo(c) 10/7/99

Thank you for sharing your poems! Very nice!

Thank you and another

Liquid Dreams


I dream of you,
Neath my warm breath.
Your body.
A glove,
Forms,
Liquid,
to my skin.
I bath in you.


Eyes see you.
A painting,
Of perfection.
Fingers dip,
Mixing,
Your colors,
Into a new hue.
Something you,
Have never,
Been before.
Then,
Bind you,
Within,
My,
Liquid dream.


Lips,
Tongue,
Tastes you.
Sweet,
On my pallet.
Drinks you.
Swirls you,
Round tongue,
Mouth.
Sucks your life.
Forever,
it seems.
Swallows,
Your climax,
In great gulps.
Gasping...
Gasping...
Then drinking more.
Till,
You long,
For yet another,
Tiny death.


Hands chain you,
My cross,
Your bed.
Waiting,
Waiting,
Anticipating.
So hot,
Crack!
Crack!
Kiss,
Licks.
Waiting...
Waiting...
Anticipating.
Falling,
Into me.
Crack!
Whimpering.
Begging,
For my strength,
To enter you.
Fill you.
Begging.
My love,
Within you
So deep,
Your tears,
Drench my heart.


Caressing,
after.
Satiated loins.
Aching hearts.
Caressing.
Tender,
Fleeting,
Feathered kisses.
The night,
Flows.
Slowly,
Awakening dawn.
My arms,
Like eagles wings,
Enfold you.
Hold you.
Mold you,
Into me.
We fly,
Soar...
together,
As one.
In,
This,
My liquid dreams.

I am drowning...


Bo (c) 8/02

Heart and Soul and Body are One...

Footprints


The Artists of soft moss, centipedes, ants, green rainbows whisper quietly as singing ferns and bay trees, guests of the mighty redwoods slither into fresh dew drops, eyes converge, wine and pillows soothing questions, stroking wooden fairies with lather and time… Wings soak oils dripping within deep pores, calling out, craving gentle fingers to mingle and probe the forest, searching the abyss, reaching for secrets, revealed, wanting, daring an escape from ruby lips behind the flowers under a red canopy of energy where stars crossed, vortex opens, light and form and image burst through space close and far, footprints walking a tightrope, delicious hues and dreamy fish serving lovely moments of muse and fantasy, longing a warm breeze to carry hearts through clouds… Hunger rising, passion spinning, brushes dancing to soft music carefree upon exposed skin where poetry and motion guide swaying treasures intoxicated by candle light, peaceful, tingling, embracing signs in unity laughing as earth’s rapture cascades to pools of shining gold hanging by threads of joy, rushing down mountain passes over lush valleys, colors washed clean by Heaven’s rain filled with morning pleasures.

A Rose Bleeds in Winter


A Rose Bleeds in Winter
Crimson petals on the snow
When all the world's a virgin
The rose has something to show.

A Rose Bleeds in Winter
Its pain to much to bear
Its stem begins to wither
But winter doesn't care.

A Rose Bleeds in Winter
She begins to sufficate
Taken by the cold
Trapped, and icy hold.


A Rose Bleeds in Winter
What blood it has left
When all the word's a virgin
The rose welcomes death.

BlueSugar said:

A Rose Bleeds in Winter


A Rose Bleeds in Winter
Crimson petals on the snow
When all the world's a virgin
The rose has something to show.

A Rose Bleeds in Winter
Its pain to much to bear
Its stem begins to wither
But winter doesn't care.

A Rose Bleeds in Winter
She begins to sufficate
Taken by the cold
Trapped, and icy hold.


A Rose Bleeds in Winter
What blood it has left
When all the word's a virgin
The rose welcomes death.

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This reminds me of that movie "What Lies Beneath." In the end, there is an image of Michelle Pfieffer in the graveyard laying a rose on a gravestone and in the snow you can see the face of a person. Very eerie. I like it. The color imagery I get from your poem is lovely. I will refrain from pointing out spelling errors.

Signed: The Spelling Nazi

Opening the soul exposed ...

What I express in poetry I am learning to express face to face with another. Sometimes I hesitate to expose my feelings, I mask, I controll, I command, wrestling with how far to go, how much controll, ying and yang finding the balance to bring ultimate pleasure for me and her, wanting total committment and connection, but then again, certain of this I am...on this path to exposure is a route to understanding and offers heat, a flame, finding a butterfly emerging with wings of color, in need of a gentle but firm caress, alowing wings to spread and soar, always coming back home to me knowing at least one thing in this crazy world can be counted upon: Where ever you are my sweet darling, when we find each other, I am completely there for you and my word is who I am.