All of My work

[mrs_windsor]

please don't steal... just sayin

Maxnation

When I think about this thing, this itch that I can't quite reach.

I just let my mind lose control, I just think of all the great mind blowing things you do to my soul. I just let my body go with the flow of your auora, as if I'm an addict. My breathing becomes heavy as I move my body to the sweet beats of your soul. I taste the purity of the words they make me want more.

Your the reason for my lust to that wonder drug, the one I call Maxnation, your presence brings me to my max. I feel the words like a ray of sunshine. Like the greatest sin, I can't deny your power. You just make me feel like I have a purpose, without you I couldn't wake in the morning.

Just let me reach the itch once, just let me get to the climax of the pruity. The taste of your maxnation, the fullfillment of everything that is great. I need it, I want it you can't deny me it. Just let your soul take mine, so we might slow time. As I reach for it, I stop myself never wanting to lose the disare, never wanting to let go of the sweetness.

Make me feel, make me real, make me yours and I'll make your world. Just let me show you how to rule the depths of my soul. Just don't deny you feel the power of the wonder drug, just don't deny you want me too. You want my touch, you want my love. You want my own drug, you want my addiction.

Just take a small amout of me with you as you travel the world. As I take a small amout of you with me, because your the drug maxnation. I've become addicted to the sweetness, to the purity. Don't let me forget the feeling, don't deny my memories. I just want our souls to colide. I won't forget that itch, it'll be unreachable for the rest of time.

Your the wonder drug of my soul, your auroa melts with mine as we let our souls climax together, but never scraching the itch. The powerful tempation makes me quiver with delisouse animation. You can see the colors of my mind, the love of the rays of colorful light, they ignite my imagination as my lips lick the sweet powerful wonder drug maxnation.

Sensuality (For Alan Rickman)

His fingers dance along my body teasing and tempting my ragged moan. i feel his lips across the back of my neck brushing and kissing lightly as his hands rub my hip. i turn my head to kiss his lips slowly tenderly not wanting to part, my tongue brushes his as i feel the heat of his hands slowly making their way up the front of my body resting just under my breasts. our kiss deepens with need and wanting. my soul swells with passion as i lift my hand to rub the back of his neck our lips still locked together. His hands brush my nipples lightly causing me to moan on his lips, he smiles then turns me around to face him fully he picks me up in his arms then places me gently on the bed. he kisses down my body smiling at every moan and sigh that brusts from my lips. His hand slides down and toys with me i feel every muscle tense as he rubs and his fingers slide into me. my hands move up and down his body i wrap his hardness around my hand feeling it swell his moan fills my ears. he gets up and looks my body up and down smiling before he kneels between my legs i open myself to him as he gets ready to slide inside his head penarating my opening. my moans grow louder as he pushes himself inside me faster and harder i grab his back my nails digging in. his groans and moans make me come more as i tighten around him feeling the sweet relief coming as he fills inside of me. He falls ontop of me resting his head on my breasts leaving himself inside me as i stroke his hair smiling and catching our breaths we kiss as our eyes close with satisfaction.

Deep Passion of Lust



He's misunderstood by most. His soul speaks to mine, like smoke his voice tingles my senses. My mind bends to his beckoned desiars. My heart feels his warmth. My breath is shallow when I think of him. His very presence is exciting and overwheleming. He owns my very essance. His black eye's can look into me and read my every thought. When our souls brush it sets worlds aflame. Who is this man? You may ask. His name i dare not speak for it is not important, for what is important is his uncany ability to make me think deep, dark, delisouse thoughts about him.

 

[BooMerengue]

please don't steal... just sayin

Maxnation

When I think about this thing, this itch that I can't quite reach.

I just let my mind lose control, I just think of all the great mind blowing things you do to my soul. I just let my body go with the flow of your auora, as if I'm an addict. My breathing becomes heavy as I move my body to the sweet beats of your soul. I taste the purity of the words they make me want more.

Your the reason for my lust to that wonder drug, the one I call Maxnation, your presence brings me to my max. I feel the words like a ray of sunshine. Like the greatest sin, I can't deny your power. You just make me feel like I have a purpose, without you I couldn't wake in the morning.

Just let me reach the itch once, just let me get to the climax of the pruity. The taste of your maxnation, the fullfillment of everything that is great. I need it, I want it you can't deny me it. Just let your soul take mine, so we might slow time. As I reach for it, I stop myself never wanting to lose the disare, never wanting to let go of the sweetness.

Make me feel, make me real, make me yours and I'll make your world. Just let me show you how to rule the depths of my soul. Just don't deny you feel the power of the wonder drug, just don't deny you want me too. You want my touch, you want my love. You want my own drug, you want my addiction.

Just take a small amout of me with you as you travel the world. As I take a small amout of you with me, because your the drug maxnation. I've become addicted to the sweetness, to the purity. Don't let me forget the feeling, don't deny my memories. I just want our souls to colide. I won't forget that itch, it'll be unreachable for the rest of time.

Your the wonder drug of my soul, your auroa melts with mine as we let our souls climax together, but never scraching the itch. The powerful tempation makes me quiver with delisouse animation. You can see the colors of my mind, the love of the rays of colorful light, they ignite my imagination as my lips lick the sweet powerful wonder drug maxnation.

Sensuality (For Alan Rickman)

His fingers dance along my body teasing and tempting my ragged moan. i feel his lips across the back of my neck brushing and kissing lightly as his hands rub my hip. i turn my head to kiss his lips slowly tenderly not wanting to part, my tongue brushes his as i feel the heat of his hands slowly making their way up the front of my body resting just under my breasts. our kiss deepens with need and wanting. my soul swells with passion as i lift my hand to rub the back of his neck our lips still locked together. His hands brush my nipples lightly causing me to moan on his lips, he smiles then turns me around to face him fully he picks me up in his arms then places me gently on the bed. he kisses down my body smiling at every moan and sigh that brusts from my lips. His hand slides down and toys with me i feel every muscle tense as he rubs and his fingers slide into me. my hands move up and down his body i wrap his hardness around my hand feeling it swell his moan fills my ears. he gets up and looks my body up and down smiling before he kneels between my legs i open myself to him as he gets ready to slide inside his head penarating my opening. my moans grow louder as he pushes himself inside me faster and harder i grab his back my nails digging in. his groans and moans make me come more as i tighten around him feeling the sweet relief coming as he fills inside of me. He falls ontop of me resting his head on my breasts leaving himself inside me as i stroke his hair smiling and catching our breaths we kiss as our eyes close with satisfaction.

Deep Passion of Lust



He's misunderstood by most. His soul speaks to mine, like smoke his voice tingles my senses. My mind bends to his beckoned desiars. My heart feels his warmth. My breath is shallow when I think of him. His very presence is exciting and overwheleming. He owns my very essance. His black eye's can look into me and read my every thought. When our souls brush it sets worlds aflame. Who is this man? You may ask. His name i dare not speak for it is not important, for what is important is his uncany ability to make me think deep, dark, delisouse thoughts about him.

This is nice, but in my humble opinion it's not poetry. Thee's a place here for short short stories. Maybe someone can direct you. I can't-I'm new.

 

[mrs_windsor]

yeah it is... Theres three different pieces there. The first one is called maxnation...... The second is sensuality........ And the third is called deep passion of lust.

 

[butters]

poetic prose, possibly, prose-poetry - possibly... poetry? maybe only in your eyes.
that's not to say what it attempts to describe isn't something poetic - passion, love, adoration - these things can all achieve heights that touch poetry, outshine poetry. the failure is in the execution.

i suggest you look again, perhaps after some time, and see where you might say things better, more cleanly, more vividly using fresh imagery and use of sound.

also, and this one's pretty important if you don't want something you set out to be read as serious/passionate/sexy end up as a laughing stock, spell-check is your friend.


above all else, keep playing with words till you get a better mastery over them. you can only achieve this by writing. improvement builds slowly, for most people.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I see it as prose too , poetry doesn't need every if and but, it's all in the editing out of words not what you put in. Oh and we don't plagiarise here unless it's in something like a cento where the author is credited for their original work

 

[bronzeage]

yeah it is... Theres three different pieces there. The first one is called maxnation...... The second is sensuality........ And the third is called deep passion of lust.

One of the many paradoxes of poetry is how the lines often vanish when read aloud. Take any syllable form poetry and read it aloud. The audience can't tell a haiku from any other short poem, unless they can count to twelve very quickly. Some poetry is defined by the shape of the printed words. It might be circular, bell shaped of look like horses galloping across the page. No of it matters to a listener.

How the lines are divided an apportioned on the page really only matters to the reader. If the poet has any regard for their audience, this is an important consideration.

The poetry loosely clumped together in the category labeled "love poems" is given most leeway. The audience tends to be small, usually one person and that person is a most lenient judge. If one wants to spread it further than the immediate target, one should attempt to make it pleasant to read.

 

[Boxlicker101]

I thought of it as prose too, because it isn't structured anything like poetry. Usually that would be as a series of single lines, rather than what looks like a series of short paragraphs.

Spellcheck is your friend, but your eyeballs are even better, because Spellcheck won't catch homophones, such as your and you're.

 

[twelveoone]

please don't steal... just sayin

.

What?

just sayin
this is a collection of cobbed together cliches,

which means strictly speaking

you stole it

the arrangement may be yours

but 90% of the phrases are


very tired

His eyes are like buttered toast
Would you like to take a knife
And scrape the underside -
the burnt crumbyness of his soul


Still, to say something nice...

Why is passion always Deep?
Why do souls always Speak?
And sunshine comes in Rays?


But Maxnation sounds better as Maxinarion

and Maxination the Wonder Drug

sounds like gold as a late night infomercial

That I might steal.

Look for it late at night @ 29.95 for a months supply

 

[butters]

when you're new to writing poetry, almost everything you write feels like the best thing you ever wrote and that leads to the fear that others might view it as nick-worthy.

to mrs_windsor: if you stick around and read, read, read, you'll get a better idea of the kind of quality that might be found on the forum, and that'll put your mind at ease about the likelihood of pilfering. this is a quiet time of year for the forum, but it can get very active.

 

[EroticOrogeny]

ray - radial - radiation