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[Victoria_2001_02769]

I plead distraction when posted originally...

Thank you Victoria. Im truly sorry that I dont post or respond more to the works that are placed here. I tend to not post alot as you can see by the number and my join date. I have read every one that is posted and have used the feelings of them all in my own work.

MFM: I can feel where your heart is, I think we are in the same place.
EW: You write as beautiful as you are sweet soft wonderful
Victoria: Your AVs inspire me. They give me a different view of the beauty that I see everyday.

To anyone that I missed, I apologise. Everyone here has shown a special talent to put whats in their minds and hearts down on "paper". I enjoy it all, immensely.

And to my primary source of inspiration, you know who you are, Keep shining because you never know whose path you are lighting up!

Victoria: Your AVs inspire me. They give me a different view of the beauty that I see everyday.


You have found me out Philly. That is one of the primary reasons that I have chosen some of the AV's I do. Not only are they pleasing to MY eye... some are of such a different and unique quality... they grab the eye of others.

Please feel free to post any other works you may have here. They will be a most welcome addition to the walls of our fine establishment. As you have requested of your primary source of inspiration to keep shining... YOU, my dear, do the same. For YOU never know whose life YOUR words may touch.

 

[Phillychocolatem]

Haiku

Feeling​

sensuous kisses,

passions fire burning brightly,

in your arms again



Philly

 

[Phillychocolatem]

Haiku

SEX​

erotic coupling

hot sweaty steaming burning,

complete release



Philly

 

[WyldBreeze]

SEX​

erotic coupling

hot sweaty steaming burning,

complete release



Philly

Philly, you mangage to say in a few words what it would take me hours to describe....I noticed your new quote in your sig line....you've already put the stars in my eyes.....

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

SEX​

erotic coupling

hot sweaty steaming burning,

complete release



Philly

I love Haiku! And you have posted two shining examples... in its most simplistic form. Thank you... for both.

And, speaking of eye-catching AV's.... I hope you are including your own current AV. Black and White... a balance and blend of light and dark. I love the AV's that are along this vein... they're so artsy. The black shape, to me, represents the curve of a man's back and the breadth of his shoulders... with his left arm extended. And the white and gray, accentuate his narrow-waisted torso.

**And I love the inter-laced fingers in front of him... as if holding him in an embrace.** (This comment is the reason I needed to Edit. For I only just now, really saw this.)**

But... that is what I see within your AV. Black and White lends itself best to each beholders interpretation. *kotc*

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

Loves Sweet Embrace​

My Sweet Enchanted Love, please hold me tight
through the darkest night,
Your soft gentle hand lies against my flesh,
Your fingers soothes the uneasiness
that exists deep within my soul.

You sail beyond my breath,
fluttering softly in my heart,
Softly whispering to
my clandestine spirit.

In the placid streams of my essence
I envision your reflection,
As your softest tears
bathe my deepest fears.

With each second I spend with you,
My heart will cherish them for all eternity
My Sweet Enchanted Love​

​

WOW! This is lovely... and I love the title!

I hope you won't mind that I shifted your longer lines into the form you see, for my reply. This reads so well... and says so much. It's as if you are telling your Sweet Enchanted Love all that she is to you... in a softly whispered conversation that is sometimes called Pillow Talk. The words you've written here, would indeed constitute "Love's Sweet Embrace" to a woman's ear.

 

[LustfulOne50]

Loves Sweet Embrace

My Sweet Enchanted Love, please hold me tight
through the darkest night,
Your soft gentle hand lies against my flesh,
Your fingers soothes the uneasiness
that exists deep within my soul.

You sail beyond my breath, fluttering softly in my heart,
Softly whispering to my clandestine spirit.

In the placid streams of my essence
I envision your reflection,
As your softest tears bathe my deepest fears.

With each second I spend with you,
My heart will cherish them for all eternity
My Sweet Enchanted Love

I like this the words are so soothing and a lady would know your feelings her run very very deep...very nice one My Frisnd

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

Did we not talk about impact last night... dear...you have made a impact on every writer here as youself too.. you make an impact everytime you are here and on any thread you are on... love.. never forget that. es..Victoria

Your words are kind and sweet... and ring true my friend. I am finding, as hard or as sad as this is for me to admit, that I find the truer friends, the ones who matter most... and a few surprising ones, are the ones who will speak from their hearts and souls, when I was facing some dark hours both last night and this morning.

to those responsible for making me decide to stay around... when I was thinking of leaving. You all know who you are.

From the bottom of my heart... I love you all for that.

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

Another sleepless night,
I left my window open tonight
so that I may awake from my dreams
and look out into the rain and see us.
Me holding you in my arms,
pulling you closer as we dance,
hearing our own song in the rain.
Laughing, kissing, compelled to never let go.
Finally the vision vanishes,
we weren’t really there, and never were.
We never held each other,
and we never danced beneath the pale moonlight,
Never felt the rain pour down, and soak us...Together.
Everyday I see you, not where you are,
but where I want you to be.
I reach over and tenderly run my fingertips along the sheets
beside me....where you should be.
I long to feel your face, your chest,
feel your life’s breath move in and out,
As you lie in a gentle sleep.
I move my hand to where I should feel your heart
beating steadily beneath my hand.
I close my eyes and I can almost feel it.
It seems no matter what I do anymore,
I envision you doing it with me.
Its almost like you should be there,
and sometimes I can’t figure out why you aren’t.
I drive through the streets,
and hear one of our favorite songs,
and I almost speak to you.
As if you were in the seat next to me, sharing the music.
I have reached over and placed my hand on the seat,
and it almost feels.......Warm.
As if you had already been there.
I long to take you with me,
to hold your hand at the movie theater,
to hear you laugh at the funny parts,
and cry with you at the sad ones.
Go dancing with you, and sway as one body to the music,
So close that our souls are almost touching, and healing......
I need you so much it seems,
I wonder how I ever made it through a day without knowing you.
All we have are our conversations,
I know your words so well,
I could easily pick you out of thousands,
I know you laugh, and even how your voice sounds when you smile.
I have sometimes heard a tear in your voice,
and all I can think about was reaching over the many miles
that separate me from you, and wiping it away,
taking away your heartache, my heartache.
It is all I can think of,
I carry you with me, You have become a part of me,
a part that I could never want to be without.
So I lie here,
and listen to the rain falling outside my window,
and I look out for a brief moment, I see us there again.
And then my gaze moves up to the ceiling,
searching for your smile.
I close my eyes and listen for your voice,
and then I hear it......”Goodnight my love”.
I open my eyes and look for you,
but surprisingly yet again, I am alone.
And now here I am......
another sleepless night
with out you...


MFM


not much sleep...and this one wrote itself...

My dear friend... if this is an example of what not much sleep or little to no sleep can do for one's writing abilities... remind me to follow your lead, will you? Or perhaps another work, spurred on, by the rhythm of the rain.... beating against the window pane... until it all runs together... becoming as the sound of a voice... that voice which wakes one from a restless sleep... with the pounding of words that just won't keep.

I love this one. Thank you for sharing.

 

[Phillychocolatem]

Another sleepless night,
I left my window open tonight
so that I may awake from my dreams
and look out into the rain and see us.
Me holding you in my arms,
pulling you closer as we dance,
hearing our own song in the rain.
Laughing, kissing, compelled to never let go.
Finally the vision vanishes,
we weren’t really there, and never were.
We never held each other,
and we never danced beneath the pale moonlight,
Never felt the rain pour down, and soak us...Together.
Everyday I see you, not where you are,
but where I want you to be.
I reach over and tenderly run my fingertips along the sheets
beside me....where you should be.
I long to feel your face, your chest,
feel your life’s breath move in and out,
As you lie in a gentle sleep.
I move my hand to where I should feel your heart
beating steadily beneath my hand.
I close my eyes and I can almost feel it.
It seems no matter what I do anymore,
I envision you doing it with me.
Its almost like you should be there,
and sometimes I can’t figure out why you aren’t.
I drive through the streets,
and hear one of our favorite songs,
and I almost speak to you.
As if you were in the seat next to me, sharing the music.
I have reached over and placed my hand on the seat,
and it almost feels.......Warm.
As if you had already been there.
I long to take you with me,
to hold your hand at the movie theater,
to hear you laugh at the funny parts,
and cry with you at the sad ones.
Go dancing with you, and sway as one body to the music,
So close that our souls are almost touching, and healing......
I need you so much it seems,
I wonder how I ever made it through a day without knowing you.
All we have are our conversations,
I know your words so well,
I could easily pick you out of thousands,
I know you laugh, and even how your voice sounds when you smile.
I have sometimes heard a tear in your voice,
and all I can think about was reaching over the many miles
that separate me from you, and wiping it away,
taking away your heartache, my heartache.
It is all I can think of,
I carry you with me, You have become a part of me,
a part that I could never want to be without.
So I lie here,
and listen to the rain falling outside my window,
and I look out for a brief moment, I see us there again.
And then my gaze moves up to the ceiling,
searching for your smile.
I close my eyes and listen for your voice,
and then I hear it......”Goodnight my love”.
I open my eyes and look for you,
but surprisingly yet again, I am alone.
And now here I am......
another sleepless night
with out you...


MFM


not much sleep...and this one wrote itself...

Dude!!!! Wow. nuff said!

 

[babydoll2u]

Loves Sweet Embrace

My Sweet Enchanted Love, please hold me tight
through the darkest night,
Your soft gentle hand lies against my flesh,
Your fingers soothes the uneasiness
that exists deep within my soul.

You sail beyond my breath, fluttering softly in my heart,
Softly whispering to my clandestine spirit.

In the placid streams of my essence
I envision your reflection,
As your softest tears bathe my deepest fears.

With each second I spend with you,
My heart will cherish them for all eternity
My Sweet Enchanted Love

{{{Bear}}} this is beautiful

 

[babydoll2u]

Philly... I love your works. erotic, sensual... whew..

 

[Phillychocolatem]

When I Think About​

When I think about
What you mean to me

When I think about
All the dreams youve given me
All the dreams for you and me

When I think about
The way your face looks as you sleep
The things that were done to make you sleepy

When I think about
The way you say my name
At that very special instant

When I think about
Your breasts in my mouth
Your hands on my back
Your hair on my thighs

When I think about
The sweat the heat the passion
The love the lust the fever
The longing the teasing the pleading

When I think about
Bodies intertwined
Sweat dripping
Mouths searching
Fingers roaming

When I think about
You reaching begging
You taking me fully completely

When I think about
Your taste your smell your feel
Your heat your wetness your voice

When I think about
Oils and lotion
Strawberries and pineapples
Hot and cold water
Ice and your nipple

When I think about
Messy sheets
Piles of clothes
Hot showers
Long moments alone

When I think about
That first hug
The first kiss
The first moment of forever

When I think about
Your blush
Your smile

When I think about
The sparkle in your eyes
The contrast of your hand in mine
The softness of your skin
The sway in your walk

When I think about
You looking at me
When you dont know Im watching
Me looking at you every chance I get

When I think about
Late night phone calls
Images of you and me
Words across a screen

When I think about
You
Me
Us

I am complete​

Philly

 

[biggbear8]

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WOW! This is lovely... and I love the title!

I hope you won't mind that I shifted your longer lines into the form you see, for my reply. This reads so well... and says so much. It's as if you are telling your Sweet Enchanted Love all that she is to you... in a softly whispered conversation that is sometimes called Pillow Talk. The words you've written here, would indeed constitute "Love's Sweet Embrace" to a woman's ear.

Thank you my sweet Victoria I dont mind at all hugs kisses Im happy you love this poem and title, you are a sweet beautiful poet and friend
kisses sweetheart

 

[Phillychocolatem]

Philly... I love your works. erotic, sensual... whew..

Thank you BD. Its amazing what the love of a good woman will do.

 

[biggbear8]

I like this the words are so soothing and a lady would know your feelings her run very very deep...very nice one My Frisnd

thank you Lust and I know as a romantic as I am you would appreciate this poem
handshakes my friend

 

[babydoll2u]

When I Think About​

When I think about
What you mean to me

When I think about
All the dreams youve given me
All the dreams for you and me

When I think about
The way your face looks as you sleep
The things that were done to make you sleepy

When I think about
The way you say my name
At that very special instant

When I think about
Your breasts in my mouth
Your hands on my back
Your hair on my thighs

When I think about
The sweat the heat the passion
The love the lust the fever
The longing the teasing the pleading

When I think about
Bodies intertwined
Sweat dripping
Mouths searching
Fingers roaming

When I think about
You reaching begging
You taking me fully completely

When I think about
Your taste your smell your feel
Your heat your wetness you voice

When I think about
Oils and lotion
Strawberries and pineapples
Hot and cold water
Ice and your nipple

When I think about
Messy sheets
Piles of clothes
Hot showers
Long moments alone

When I think about
That first hug
The first kiss
The first moment of forever

When I think about
Your blush
Your smile

When I think about
The sparkle in your eyes
The contrast of your hand in mine
The softness of your skin
The sway in your walk

When I think about
You looking at me
When you dont know Im watching
Me looking at you every chance I get

When I think about
Late night phone calls
Images of you and me
Words across a screen

When I think about
You
Me
Us

I am complete​

whew....

 

[biggbear8]

When I Think About​

When I think about
What you mean to me

When I think about
All the dreams youve given me
All the dreams for you and me

When I think about
The way your face looks as you sleep
The things that were done to make you sleepy

When I think about
The way you say my name
At that very special instant

When I think about
Your breasts in my mouth
Your hands on my back
Your hair on my thighs

When I think about
The sweat the heat the passion
The love the lust the fever
The longing the teasing the pleading

When I think about
Bodies intertwined
Sweat dripping
Mouths searching
Fingers roaming

When I think about
You reaching begging
You taking me fully completely

When I think about
Your taste your smell your feel
Your heat your wetness you voice

When I think about
Oils and lotion
Strawberries and pineapples
Hot and cold water
Ice and your nipple

When I think about
Messy sheets
Piles of clothes
Hot showers
Long moments alone

When I think about
That first hug
The first kiss
The first moment of forever

When I think about
Your blush
Your smile

When I think about
The sparkle in your eyes
The contrast of your hand in mine
The softness of your skin
The sway in your walk

When I think about
You looking at me
When you dont know Im watching
Me looking at you every chance I get

When I think about
Late night phone calls
Images of you and me
Words across a screen

When I think about
You
Me
Us

I am complete​

wow beautiful Poem Philly very sensuous very breathetaking bravo

 

[biggbear8]

{{{Bear}}} this is beautiful

Thank you so uch Babydoll Im happy that you find this poem beautiful hugs and kisses my sweet beautiful friend

 

[Phillychocolatem]

wow beautiful Poem Philly very sensuous very breathetaking bravo

Thank you bear. I never thought of memories as poetic until I sit down and think of HER. Things tend to seem so much better when I think of her first. Again thank you.

 

[LustfulOne50]

To Victoria

There was a piece written hundreds and hundreds of years ago called the Allegory of the Cave.
There was a part of that always stuck with me…”We are merely shadows” for it is what we do in life that gives presents in the future. I could never be a sculptor for I know not how to sculpt. I could be a artist and yes I do have works that will hang while I pass on in time. I could be a writer or a scribe for there, I am blessed and my words I have written may give proof to my soul and for others to pass down. But, the greatest gift that will never be spoken of as I pass; is the ability to challenge others to do their best, to write their finest works.

You Victoria, have that gift to challenge those writers to go and write their finest works, to impact on them that positiveness to succeed. Yes, there are no trophies handed out for guiding folks to do their best as they carry on what you impacted on.

Yes my friend, you can smile and always know you had that impact that will be carry on even without the word of your name on someone lips, but on the fact you did make impact into the future…and you’re a damn good writer to boot

Victoria

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

There was a piece written hundreds and hundreds of years ago called The Allegory of the Cave.

There was a part of that always stuck with me…:

”We are merely shadows” for it is what we do in life that gives presents in the future. I could never be a sculptor for I know not how to sculpt. I could be a artist and yes I do have works that will hang while I pass on in time. I could be a writer or a scribe for there, I am blessed and my words I have written may give proof to my soul and for others to pass down. But, the greatest gift that will never be spoken of as I pass; is the ability to challenge others to do their best, to write their finest works.

You Victoria, have that gift to challenge those writers to go and write their finest works, to impact on them that positiveness to succeed. Yes, there are no trophies handed out for guiding folks to do their best as they carry on what you impacted on.

Yes my friend, you can smile and always know you had that impact that will be carried on even without the word of your name on someone's lips, but on the fact you did make impact into the future… and you’re a damn good writer to boot.

Victoria

You honour me, my dear friend... and I am truly humbled by your words.

 

[Phillychocolatem]

There was a piece written hundreds and hundreds of years ago called the Allegory of the Cave.
There was a part of that always stuck with me…”We are merely shadows” for it is what we do in life that gives presents in the future. I could never be a sculptor for I know not how to sculpt. I could be a artist and yes I do have works that will hang while I pass on in time. I could be a writer or a scribe for there, I am blessed and my words I have written may give proof to my soul and for others to pass down. But, the greatest gift that will never be spoken of as I pass; is the ability to challenge others to do their best, to write their finest works.

You Victoria, have that gift to challenge those writers to go and write their finest works, to impact on them that positiveness to succeed. Yes, there are no trophies handed out for guiding folks to do their best as they carry on what you impacted on.

Yes my friend, you can smile and always know you had that impact that will be carry on even without the word of your name on someone lips, but on the fact you did make impact into the future…and you’re a damn good writer to boot

Victoria

This may not be the most poetic way to say this but LUST YOU DA MAN!!!!! Truer words were never spoken. I concur totally Victoria

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

This may not be the most poetic way to say this but LUST YOU DA MAN!!!!! Truer words were never spoken. I concur totally Victoria

Stop it... both of you! x 2 You're both so sweet!

 

[Erotica_Writings]

Time stood still

Dedicated to the men and women who die in the line of duty

For just a moment time stood still,
My heart shattered a million times.
That was the moment they said you were killed,
You can't keep your promise to always be mine.
You died in the line of duty,
You always called me your little cuty.
I knew the moment you left our house that evil lie in wait,
Now instead of our door, you now enter heavens pearly gate.
Our little boy sings to his daddys window in the sky above,
At night when he prays he ask the angels to give daddy his love.
It is so lonely with you gone,
Your badge is my bed partner no matter how they tell me it's wrong.
Your pillow still shows where you laid your head,
Oh why can't I accept your really dead?
I close my eyes and see your face,
A mad mans bullet took your soul without a trace.

Erotica Writings