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Words of sensual seeking, of pleasure giving, of kisses, of love found, or lost, or captured, or shared.
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prime locus
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Posted:May 27, 2014 7:31 am
Last Updated:Apr 19, 2024 8:7 pm
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prime locus the long Winter hours sharpen focus make a relationship a prime locus not just some tickle and lick and sweat something more honest and deeper set able to exchange ideas and words with each other be together and yet time apart so do not smother respect we show in things we do even when distance between me and you explore the possibilities of who we could be learn all the colours of time you did see then slowly the unwrapping rapture warm discovering every inch of your fresh charm kisses glacially moving down you as you shiver then caressing and stroking till you quiver fire in your eyes begins to build as to these passions swirling we yield lips come together in kisses deep and slow until it feel as if our skin does glow still we explore across the surface sweet as we deep marinate with lust this meat caressing hands begin to draw fingernails deep leave scratches which will wake you in your sleep remind you how we spent this time in waking until both our bodies by desire shaking tongue sharing tangled tongue in lust unclipping every shred of clothes we must and we feast on who each the other is sweet surprise to discover such honest bliss.
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first ever lovers
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Posted:May 26, 2014 3:41 am
Last Updated:May 26, 2014 4:14 am
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first ever lovers When you smile as you stretch reaching deep the feeling to fetch riding tidal waves crashing inside ocean of self lashing a stellar meteorite shower of light as if all nerves were burning bright the point of ignition a single kiss to rocket a physical body to ethereal bliss from rules of world heavy detached to soar and sweep when to one matched not feel the work carrying you aloft as to another land you cross sensual waves a waterfall of sensation exploding as if first moment of creation shaken to your core and riven as by passion these wings are given escaping gravity and Time's bounds as in ecstasy each sounds taste and heat and sublime delight two lovers we as first ever lovers burning bright.
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conjure thoughts in eyes closed.
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Posted:May 25, 2014 7:34 am
Last Updated:Apr 19, 2024 8:7 pm
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conjure thoughts in eyes closed. so often picture what that time might be like, that moment, that hour.
how we might begin, or end, or taste, or cavort, or rush, or slowly sensually discover, or all, of these, in all the time we have to grab.
and how can I convey to you, and to you alone, this time when we meet, and if we meet, closing the gap between the possible and the actual.
Closing that gap is almost of greater significance than closing the gap between ourselves, between our bodies, the distance between our faces, and my lips upon the warmness of your skin.
I am a chronological being, lead by time and live in time, and in those moments when I should hold you, when we should kiss, that moment of Time becomes the only moment at that instant in which I exist.
It will past, it will roar away, but in that moment I am nowhere else but with you.
We kiss, and hands are held. And as kiss continues, and both grow in confidence, our hands take flight. Hands reach to hold you, bring you closer. To feel the warmth of you, to embrace you. A hand slips under the bottom of a shirt or blouse, and strokes over bare exposed skin.
The rush is not here, no rush required, and we pause. And we open eyes, and stare into the oh so close eyes of the other, and consider, and weigh up, and perhaps greet each other; appraising the other. So much weight and concern on that first kiss, first warm sensual brush of lips. On the expression the other has upon their face, when that kiss is done, and yet the feelings linger.
And then I move my lips down, trace the line of your chin, your jaw, to your neck, and kiss that warm soft neck. This is trust, as lips trace, and lightly suck, and bring cold and heat to your bones, and heart, and the surging juices deep inside, begin to rise ever higher.
Your mouth is unoccupied, and so I can hear your breathing, hear when your breathing changes as I slowly explore your delightful neck. The world can declare war, the night end and greet dawn, it matters not, my focus, my heartbeat, my lips, are upon you, and upon you alone.
Now I set to aspire to make you understand the pleasure I would endeavour to bring, endeavour to share, to capture your fingers and suck each slowly, tenderly, greedily, delightfully, as if they were other parts of your body, other more sensitive parts where nerves are grouped tight together.
Close your eyes, I might think, close you eyes and forget that sense, instead use the other. Listen for the whispering brush of lips across your skin. Feel the pulse and heat of those lips, the touch of tongue tip, as exploration erotic and pleasurable across your skin.
Close your eyes, and allow yourself to think. Of those lips exploring the all of you. Exploring totally and without restraint, with only a single thought of bring sensual, passionate, enjoyment and pleasure to you.
Warm kisses on your thighs. Warm kisses cross your body. Feather brushing strokes of palms, and reaching tracing fingers over all of you, for you; for this moment in total partnership with you.
so often picture, conjure and know how it would be, if we two were ever to meet.
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by respect
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Posted:May 25, 2014 6:47 am
Last Updated:Apr 19, 2024 8:7 pm
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by respect By sunlight, by artificial dullness of cafe light, by the life leaching burn of florescent lighting, where-ever you stand, when you move from shade to brightness, in hope, or anger, joy. or boredom, I find you beautiful.
Chemistry and desire are not just manifestations of physical attraction, they are also completion, the connection, between one individual and another.
It is respect, and trust. It is moments grown and shared. It need not be a lifetime long, or a year, it can be a moment, a smile, a shared exchange or conversation.
It is the smile when you remove your clothing, the confidence that there may be laughter, indeed in all of us our humanity is full of humor, and to discover the beauty in our nudity, the confidence to shed our outer skins, and accept who we are, and can be loved, can be desired, and can be beautiful.
For we are.
I shall trace every line, and kiss every freckle, and treasure every breath you have. Every moan, every grin, every kiss, every sigh, every laugh, every grimace, every salty tear, against my lips tasted, stored in memory. Every conversation, every intonation, every disagreement, every reconciliation, every word of open trust shared and allowed; in such an orbit between two create a universe of relationship possibility.
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Riotous race to orgasm's conclusion
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Posted:May 23, 2014 12:51 am
Last Updated:Jun 8, 2014 7:56 am
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riotous race to orgasm's conclusion
I was thinking of you, all those considerate fumblings in the back of a car, the cramped quarters for coitus to occur.
How the fire flare whenever we saw each other, desire lying latent become arousal obvious, and at the first kiss a lust animalistic as we reached for each other with appetite insatiable.
To kiss was to devour, to explore, to taste with tongues and lips, to suck on lips and tongue, to consume your face, edge of peak of your shoulder in kisses devouring and deep and sucking, leaving red marks of possession and obsession and acidic eating hunger, and the passionate fire in your eyes etched in the memory of my soul.
Feeling you rocking on the palm of my hand, your jeans zipped open, still wearing your underwear as they grew damper, as hot and sticky as the sweat felt on the small of your back, as I guided, and you shunted your hips forward, onto my exploring, questing, stroking fingers. Pressing the humid hot damp underwear into you, along the aroused sensitive ridge-like walls around that valley of pleasure, core of molten dripping heat and pleasure upon which you rocked against my grasp.
Your blouse with all buttons open, a mere veil of material tugged aside, your bra hanging off one arm, unclipped and open, your breasts open to my questing kisses when your mouth no longer provides the sensual narcotic soaring high you seek, and capturing a breast in my mouth, I suck upon that delicate in form, sensual in shape and performance orb, lashing with eager tongue at your nipple, feeling it harden, as your arms drag my head down, harder, firmer, to direct this lustful ravaging of your breast, then the sway of weight as your head rocks back, and I hear your grasp, as in time to my lustful robust licking and sucking, my other hand guides fingers to appraise and cup your other breast, fingers tease and lightly tug lightning down from nipple into the core of your body, into the melting forge of your pleasure....and then.....
my lower hand, fingers reaching forward, and around, tugging aside the underwear which permits entry, and fingers firmly stroke down just inside your heat, down and across, stroking, those inner walls, and hear the explosive gasp as you let out a groan, and your hips surge away from, and then surge forward with greater energy and weight onto my fingers, demanding more and deeper strokes of your inner walls, and the nectar of your arousal flooding over my fingers, and the windows of the car are fogged dark as any blackout curtain, by your heated breath, and you pull aside my shirt, and a kiss to my shoulder becomes a deep kissing nip into my skin....
Yesss.........
A command, a rejoicing, an acknowledgement of joy given, and taken, and shared....
then your thighs lock around my hand, and I need to strain my hand, my reaching fingers, my fingertips going forward.....and I reach in deeper, stroking, pressing, every inch, every millimetre, of that pulsing niche which I can reach into......and you buck....and grab a breath loudly, and I can feel the heat radiating off you so much I might burn, be scalded by how hot you have become, and every sucking, tongue twisting, tongue anointing, kiss I deliver to your breasts and nipples, I feel those rising points of heat, of sheer hotness....
and my fingers have found a rhythm now, one which sets to match the rhythm, the engine quick rhythm of your hips, rising, and falling, and twisting, as you seek more, and hunger for more.....and my fingers stroke deeply, and my own rampant need, held trapped beneath my own trousers, seeks to rise, and sensations rock through me, as you simply brush one hand firmly over me, and then more firmly, begin to run in time to the rhythm we have both now set, which is increasing in speed, and shortening in stroke.....building in urgency....
and my fingers slip in and out, stroking, caressing the inner sensitive walls and floor, and your breath is that of a runner sprinting for the finish and your entire body has caught the fever of this rhythm, the need, and the power...as I slip my thumb upwards, and drag it recklessly through the small hood, the hidden nodule beneath, sensually crushed beneath your own skin by my pressing, rubbing, rolling, moving, thumb...
and you grab my head and demand my kiss, and deep, deep, deep, we kiss as you moan from some primeval growl into my mouth, as your hips grind into my hand, rocking chaotically, as the tremors explode into an uncontrollable avalanche of sound and rhythm broken and touch and kisses,...and I can taste the surge, the husky tang of the orgasm in your kiss....
and then you shudder, shudder, shudder and collapse against me, into me, heat blending, and you are still trying to pull down one clean honest open breath from lungs which expended all air in that riotous race to orgasm's conclusion...
and now a slower brushing nuzzling kiss, on your brow, on your cheek, and finally, onto your sweet, sweet, lips....
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old song
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Posted:May 22, 2014 10:50 pm
Last Updated:May 22, 2014 10:58 pm
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old song In listening to that old song I remember all the rights and forget the wrong The way we were in heat and cold how we couldn't stop wanting to hold as if an embrace would give us health and laughter every kiss kindled a fresh sense of happy ever after
with that song playing as you first walked in as we took our chances and rejections on the chin with you with that song playing on seemed a better day and everything simply shone the drinks tasted better and appetites deeper feeding time for desire as on bench seat we slide closer felt the warmth of your body alongside mine holding nerves in check as we got along fine exploring where and when and how you got here a growing sense of joy dashed with a hint of fear would this end in rejection or a night of joy as we moved closer both seemed more open and more coy a playful flirtiness to every word shared looking for more and if you cared between one joke and the next my arm found itself around your shoulders and wanted to stand my ground kiss you till your lipstick was completely gone find ourselves together tonight not alone
hands finding themselves nested in each other no more drinks why would we bother in words trying to use some arousing leverage and far too many glimpses at your cleavage is this how the fox feels staring into the hen-house ready to roar and live like a lion not a mouse as we got up and together moved from the bar pausing outside to see if this had worked so far and lips to lips our kisses sounded echoes in souls and hips to hips a heat consumed our wholes we were going nowhere except with other tonight your presence made every moment a delight tongue tip lightning across my lips as my hands held and moved with your hips standing vertical we contemplated horizontal manoeuvres somewhere between kisses realised this was truer down each others kisses and into loving mood we sunk tugging and undoing the many layers between your body radiant and this waking dream a warm hand with fingernails raking down a back finding the lines upon your body to keep me on track delightful feel of breast weighed and caressed then more kisses and moans when things right I guessed your body always a fresh savanna lush to explore as we found ourselves the kiss and rhythm and more
after that first time seemed you were almost shy having listened to your moans rising to the sky you snuggled close and I pulled you in deeper a loving embrace for lovers on an overnight sleeper travellers part of journey gone already home then waking and slowly rising till we become two as one dancing on the edge of some greater truth to which we pledge all our tomorrows and the distant future more importantly these moments now of sexual nurture sweet scent of our loving on our skins appreciative cries in my ears when you let me in naked and proud of our loving truth intoxicating taste of you on my tongue a greatest proof your skin and body felt moving beneath my touch building to an even greater heart eclipsing rush shaking and tasting and blindly embracing the world and all its troubles together escaping
listening to that old song reminds me when in each other's embrace the perfection of our then.
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one unaccounted
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Posted:May 21, 2014 6:54 am
Last Updated:Jul 31, 2014 12:18 am
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one unaccounted Time moves and is counted by one who is not accounted a love unrequited weighs heavy and thoughts turn without levity the entire world dims fills with horrid things sensual emotions stew when distance remains to you
and how do you talk each time to someone who seek in desire's rhyme set arousal ticking with each word as you consider sensual curve and how must hide the love behind a professional courtesy and logical mind for drifting into passion would only leave you where you started lonely
and if a love unrequited were accepted how then could you lead a life neglected to taste those lips which might to you equal the fire Promethesus took to gave hope and light in dark of night the ability to shape and mould metals bright those kisses trailing down cross neck and shoulders flushing clean thoughts of others
unrequited becomes requited conjure dreams of over-nighted snuggled close and warmth shared all those words unsaid as these lips never dared draw along your warm flanks and taste the delicious you and ignore time wasted which could have been spent in kisses deep and this dream's reward of sated sleep.
so the topic was unrequited. Got an idea for one?
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unrequited
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Posted:May 20, 2014 7:45 am
Last Updated:Sep 29, 2014 5:40 pm
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unrequited everyday I see your face and your words my ears do grace we are close and yet unknown this love is true and fully grown never spoken and never shared how much I love and how much I cared your words pursue me to bed each night in darkness wonder how to make your day bright wash away the tears of your past explain this could be a relationship to last except you already have another and until that falters I will not bother instead outside warmth of relationship I stand and see your pleasure with your man inside this love unspoken burns so clean keeps me warm and keeps me lean I live a life truer and better for you so one day you may view and see the love deep inside me set of a love unrequited I cannot get you accept my presence and do not see see my kindness without seeing the me.
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start of best days
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Posted:May 20, 2014 5:48 am
Last Updated:May 20, 2014 5:49 am
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start of best days
No matter how the day has been, whether wind and rain, sun and dust, sweat and pain, the end of this day finds me, walking to meet you.
Streets are busy, and I brushed past students, or suited business men and businesswomen, or retail workers, or nurses, or....I don't really care who or what they do, or the fact that they are here, as I stride down the pavement, crushing out the distance, between you and me.
It is a small cafe, the tables and chairs unimaginative, the decor sterile clean, and you are waiting there; so this cafe is the most wonderful place in the world at this time. Our greetings are restrained, as if we fear to show any deeper passions, for fear of being unable to stop.
Still as we sit there, we move our chairs closer, and your hand is on my arm, or in my hand, or my hand is at your waist, or I am brushing against you, or our legs are crossing, and uncrossing, sometimes lying against each other, sometimes atop each other, and our coffee is brought over by a waitress who smiles a small private smile as she leaves our cups, and halfway through the coffee we lean in to each other, and share a kiss. We talk about politics, and sport, and your work, and mine, and your flight, and the weather, and often the conversation just lapses, falls to silence, as we simply gaze at each other.
Finish our coffees, we pay and head out of the cafe, across the road, to your hotel. Your room is twelve floors up, and the elevator is thankfully slow, so we move together, and embrace, and simply hold, and kiss, and kiss, and kiss; and almost miss the ding sound announcing our floor.
We tumble out, entangled, arms around each other, constantly trying to close the distance between us, sharing kisses as we walk down the hall. At your door, the card opens it, and the door opens and we half step in, and are kissing again, and the door hangs open, and we are in the doorway, till we must grab a breath and then we close the door.
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less alive than you are dead
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Posted:May 19, 2014 9:23 pm
Last Updated:Jun 4, 2014 8:08 pm
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less alive than you are dead You count the hours long between evening till the dawn lying on the bed awake hoping for an earthquake to shake some thunder from your life escape mundane rhythm of drum and fife this marital march you tread less alive than you are dead leading the life you did not foresee a sentence against which you cannot plea you are going down for the entire term a life of living is what your life did earn
You count the hours long between evening till the dawn the television is always on so you don't miss those who are gone want to hear voices in your house ignore insanity's scratching mouse trying to find a way out of your head while you lie awake in your bed seems no room for all these thoughts different opinions and different courts you are convicted for having lived this way sentenced to life until you fully pay.
You count the hours long between evening till the dawn in these cool hours you still sweat a brine of your own juices wet stewing you as you wait for the dawn to arrive to celebrate then another zombie you will rise sleepless to your friends surprise for how many hours since you went to bed how can you explain the dread how closing your eyes you did discover your dreams are a demanding lover
You count the hours long between the evening till the dawn wave away the demands of sleep for you fear if into dreams you creep the world there will be so inviting your life there so much more exciting the allure the voices tell you will be a narcotic rush which will set you free from your transient grip upon reality be another unfulfilled life fatality another Sylvia or another Virginia another one of life's non-finishers.
thoughts appreciated, and erotic topics to be pursued in poetry requested.....
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you are in these thoughts
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Posted:May 19, 2014 6:47 pm
Last Updated:Sep 29, 2014 5:41 pm
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you are in these thoughts When the nights get longer and the longing stronger to find someone to share about the things you care develop more the interests which your thought infests speak and share and love as against them close you rub the taste of their coffee on your lips as inside mouth an inquisitive tongue slips ease each body close to the other as lost in deep kiss then another flares of heat along erogenous zones sends a knowing shiver along our bones brush hair back and neck deep kiss feel the break in breath as heartbeat miss surge into each other's embrace as if in a disrobing race pull aside top and unclip bra an Ikea instructions tattoo how bizarre hands reaching stroking exposed skin feel blood-rush through coverage so thin teeth lightly nibbling and consuming as this loving we are assuming will lead to some epic orgasmic flash without a need for collar or lash fingers lightly tease a nipple tauter bodies flow over each other as if water closer than covers on a book so pleasured you look as tongue lashes deep and lifts golden nectars deep which in you drips as world collapses to just this view of me on and in and moving with you a steady rhythm begins to falter as in enthusiasm our movements alter both chasing that roar in our heads the jerking shudder which wrecks beds pleasure awaiting at end of this ride something to celebrate with joy and pride naked and free and alive trusted and respected and we strive muscles straining and body pulsing tasting licking rubbing dissolving into each other we become one as with a roar and a moan to orgasm shaking succumb.
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sultry
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Posted:May 16, 2014 12:59 am
Last Updated:May 21, 2014 6:55 am
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sultry Find me in your thoughts as I seek you in mine of sultry summers days and sweat lines traced across your back still warm from kiss of offending Sun gently have to explore for a tenderness here our own kisses are dry lips and your eyes so blue reflect clear dome above Sistine chapel has less beauty than you bring into this room as we explore in words a hundred ways to find the right way to say I want you need you to embrace to hold and if released always give chase in thoughts and across the room find you in brightness or find you in gloom with kisses light excite the passion burnt deep within these bodies fragile and raw to which our kisses find a door.
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on stairs between floors
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Posted:May 7, 2014 3:14 am
Last Updated:May 19, 2014 6:02 pm
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on stairs between floors count the steps watching your calves, any skirt or dress does this show calves and ankles as you climb these stairs between the floors
could take the lift but this is more fun we can talk between the floors know if we are alone by banging doors from the floors above or below
I am following your calves as I count steps each level has twelve till a small landing then four and then twelve once more and I count studiously as we chat
till two floors up and 8 steps taken I reach out and catch your wrist and our words stop and your breathing quickens yes you huskily breath
my other hand slides up your calf two steps behind you the height is just right the warmth and tightness of your leg sheer delight and smoothness of you
you step down one step and bend so our lips can meet as we brush lips again we listen for a door opening above or below
on this sequence of steps we are hidden anyone coming out of a doorway will not see us without turning and the stairway tower is dim
our kiss intensifies and my hand rises I cross knee and onto thigh heated inner thigh under fingertips and I make small circles ever higher
tongue and lips and breath and a gasp as my fingers draw across fabric of your underwear pressing lightly into the heat
we shouldn't you murmur and I stroke more firmly your back arches and your lips suck drawing on me and tongue into me
no we shouldn't I smile lifting your dress and placing kisses on your belly and waist sucking at soft sensual skin
you are listening I can tell trying to hear if anyone is coming and you are slightly tense but sometimes a ripple runs through you
in the ripple your body relaxes I feel how hot you have become your skin against me radiating heat gradually losing yourself
my fingers slip under elastic sketch the line of aroused lower lips your hips make slow circles as I caress somewhere far below us a door slams
we wait and hold our breaths hear a few words and then a door opening and closing and we are alone again and I draw one finger higher
inquisitive stroking caressing finger finds the bud upon your core ever so gently strokes across it and your breath escapes in a huff
feel the tremor through you as hips buck you are right on the edge and I move back and say we shouldn't but later we will
your eyes are slightly glazed you grab my shirt tightly drag me into a deep deep long kiss then whisper hot into my ear later
we walk out on our floor more work to be done we are talking of that work and both thinking later....
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