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An exploration - an introduction
Posted:Jan 23, 2014 5:13 am
Last Updated:Feb 4, 2018 4:55 pm

I believe
within us all sensuality lurks
awaiting the right touch or kiss
a rising pulse of light and heat
a shared repast of loving bliss
within us all waiting.

First kisses are fresh and sweet, but once the taste is taught, how keenly in experienced lovers builds the heat, tumbling together anew in passion caught.

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Posted:Mar 23, 2018 1:09 am
Last Updated:Mar 23, 2018 1:10 am

Let me love you
like a pigeon loves it breadcrumbs
with pecks many and incessant
let me love you
the way a lion loves
the great bone on which it gnaws
all teeth and tongue and claws
let me love you as
a dog loves its master
with careless spontaneous displays
of affectation felt bone marrow deep
let me love you
as a wandering cat
loves those who feed it
with distant and strong affection
a nonchalance deep framed
by a proud disdain
for the love offered and shared
how the felines dare
to trifle with affectations
love you unless you neglect them
and then shall take their love elsewhere
let me love you
as a swan loves its mate
for life without compromise
from dusk setting to every sunrise
which either of us see
through our loving eyes.

Long Kiss
Posted:Mar 22, 2018 8:17 pm
Last Updated:Mar 22, 2018 11:43 pm

Long Kiss
Is it just me
or some different perspective I see
that long kisses become less complicated
the longer in time they are reciprocated
the kiss begins easily enough
if gaining trust is not rough
we move closer together
not humping just nearer as is better
when endeavouring to place a kiss on a face
to be no further than your tongue in air can trace
a line across those inviting lips soft
and need to be here alongside not aloft
so those lips when they initially meet
is a very friendly way to greet
sends a tingle sprinting down your spine
makes you want to ever tighter entwine
but initially the brain is working hard
to make this kiss of joy not sad
taking in every single lightning touch
more lip or less and tonguing too much
a sense almost of performance anxiety
as beginning to cross lines of dull piety
those lips once cool have become throbbing hot
and there is a feeling ywithin ou would not stop
a rising exultation deep inside
as we continue passionately kissing side by side
tongues have met and exchanged greeting
felt tip of tongue dance on lip fleeting
and ordered thoughts we had are receding
more organically we are now proceeding
each touch and moist caress of lips
ever closer into other embrace slips
teeth are noted in dental exploration
a rising sense of a kiss's perfect oration
this kiss describing all that you are and we
in this kiss's completeness a greater form see
has it been five minutes an hour or ten
no thought to check watch ever again
we are fused in kissing and tasting living
this is the transcendent joy of loving giving
the kiss continues and all thoughts are gone
is as if this kiss was a ray of burning Sun
illuminates and warms and lights
every inch of body loving invites
and so the body reacts as bodies do
a kiss become foreplay between me and you
and finally when we must part kissing lips
heart is jumping and pulse racing flips
I wonder often how we managed to breath
for in our kiss I felt not the need
all parts of me were beyond my thought
in this kiss was all of life I ever sought
and smiling brightly I see the effect
this kissing had on you does reflect
is my smile as wide without guile
a complete openness so out of style
this kiss has opened pathways wide
our bodies close even closer seek to slide
and all of you I feel along all of me
and yet that is just part of an inner ecstasy
for this kiss which burned so clean and bright
burns still deep within a flaring lover's light
and wanting more of kisses shared and kisses burning
of kisses freely given and kisses molten returning.

Curves, of the Curvaceous
Posted:Mar 22, 2018 4:55 pm
Last Updated:Mar 22, 2018 11:47 pm

Curves, of the Curvaceous
I do not think there is
a single straight line on your body
everything at every point is curves
when you sit upon your bed
you curl up and more curves create
when you walk there is
the slow lift and fall
of curved leg and arm
of buttock taut and rounded
of opulent breasts full and sensual
of your smile illuminating
and when you talk there is
how you form your words
with twisting tongue sinuous
lips opening to an O
of expression or exclamation
I follow curves of your face
as I watch you talk there is
a constant thought to swerve kisses down
delightful curving heat of cheek
onto those plump seductive lips
and onto curving jaw and arch of throat
when we make love there is
the curves around me warm
sweet caress of fingers tactile
onto your curving belly
to velvet soft curving thighs below
my lips exploring dome of breast
and bell button nipple twitching
and firm round voluptuous buttocks
and everything is waves and moving
and curves to our rhythm quivering
in our joined pursuit for pleasure there is
such suppleness in you as you reach
the crest of orgasmic curve
your lips form a Munch screaming O
as you exhale and pitch and shudder
every ample curve totally engaged
your eyes wide open circles
as we curve deep into one another
as our spirits a curving circle perfect
interconnected and curving linked
the yin and yang of pleasure and love.

Requiem for Love
Posted:Mar 22, 2018 7:01 am
Last Updated:Mar 22, 2018 4:29 pm

Requiem for Love
Someone burn the Valentine's cards
bury the romantic fairy tales
and roll all Cupid optimists
under the largest bus
we can find
for there is no true love
no happily ever afters
there is throats raw from
cigarette smoke in meat markets
ears beaten by pounding music
toxic scents of perfume suffocating
every good instinct or thought
just trying to find someone
who talks some sense
and is not calling security
to eject you from the premises
of a place more expensive
to visit than Versailles
and stricter dress rules
than the Puritans had
love must always die
strangled in confusion
drowned in drama
poisoned by intrigue
or stapled to an ant nest
in the middle of Death Valley
where year after year love withers
dries dies and finally blows away
a shrunken desiccated corpse
this is modern love
the real love in this world
and if hope is found
a bluebird singing on a wire
release the hawks of cynicism
to rip its tiny feathered form apart
and gnaw upon its tiny heart
for love is dead decreased expired
this is a requiem for love
an eulogy for togetherness
and so it shall always be....

...until someone new smiles at me.

To Love Again
Posted:Mar 21, 2018 8:38 pm
Last Updated:Mar 22, 2018 4:30 pm

To Love Again
Let these words and actions
unwrap the veil from your thoughts
clear the fog of doubt
provide succor to the heart distraught
allow you to build trust
allow you to simply believe
in another and love again

let these kisses searching
unwrap the veil from your thoughts
clear the fog of doubt
provide succor to the heart distraught
allow you to build trust
allow you to simply believe
in another and love again

let these sensual caresses
unwrap the veil from your thoughts
clear the fog of doubt
provide succor to the heart distraught
allow you to build trust
allow you to simply believe
in another and love again

let this body and voice and kisses
and caresses and time and love
set your thoughts afire
build pillars of certainty
open you to compassion and passion
allow you to give your trust
allow you to believe
in another and love again.
Rain Refreshed and Reborn
Posted:Mar 21, 2018 6:14 pm
Last Updated:Mar 22, 2018 3:59 am

Rain Refreshed and Reborn
The wind has brought clouds
daunting and haunting they hang
their presence as physically strong
as the clothes we no longer wear
and now crack in the clouds
a lightening or a brightening
a different shade of gray
a fresh palate as rain falls
escaping envelope of cloud
cascading heavily down
as if weather would ground drown
and is it wrong to think
as the earth has its heavy drink
to kiss your neck as your eyes closed
listening to rain heavy and how the desire flows
blossoms of warmth on your throat
as you open like the clouds
let me in to your sensual succulence
the moist heat such a contrast
to the whipping rain outside
the rhythm of water in the gutters full
as down upon the floor together pull
to continue this rainy evening search
dusk outside and sit your on a perch
edge of the dining table old
and upon my shoulders your legs hold
as nibble velvet of your inner thighs
lap at the nectar rising from within
as rain is music on the roof
we send our shouts spiralling
some sensual delicious delight
this fire warming us we light
tastes and sounds and tactile impressions
how our faces have so many expressions
the continual surprise of the pleasure wrought
by one upon the other with thought
trust and respect and honouring
the promises we in sensual communion keep
as rain is falling and we are alive
refreshed and reborn as the earth outside.

Posted:Mar 21, 2018 5:15 pm
Last Updated:Mar 22, 2018 3:38 am

I am always there ten minutes early
hoping you will also arrive sooner
mean we can spend more time
in each others company
to bask in your smile
to exchange words again for a while
chipping away at our thoughts
trying to nestle deeper in
the food we consume over lunch
or coffee drunk almost unnoticed
lost in following your trails of thought
how your lip move as you talk
the glimpses of skin bare
exposed here and there
and you move in closer
and I never know
is this how you are with everyone
or have we crossed some divide
should I yield to my desires
and lean forward and capture
those lips tantalising
and feel as if I could fall
into and towards you forever
or is this just who you are
open and caring and free
of intelligence unbending
of compassion and passion
for those who might not be accepted
am I different or the same
another charity case
with whom you converse
as you constantly strive
to save all in reach in this universe.

Mid Morning after St Patrick's Day
Posted:Mar 18, 2018 10:47 pm
Last Updated:Mar 21, 2018 5:25 pm

Mid Morning after St Patrick's Day
Don't wake me from this crumpled sleep
let me lie here still and dream over
the night which was before
the cool early morning hours
we stumbling returned home
our feet following old pathways
as our lips did also find
the tip of tongue and bare skin
tumbling down when we got within
how hot your body burned
sheathed in alcohol and passion
our kisses scattered shots
yet they land with lustful force
and teeth tore back buttons
and hands undid zip and belts
there was a need to view anew
the taut sexuality of you
I saw the desire in your gaze
reflecting that which was within mine
you woman true of belly curved
breasts the fruit hanging lush
and neither of us thought to blush
as every part of me
accepted every single part of you
the lines angular and curves full
demanding me take all of you
my kisses searching cross your skin
to blow upon the fire lit within
the grins and cooing as against
each other we moved our bodies
no athletic convention of sport
the sport was of our own invention
legs around waists drawing in
arms holding leverage and weight
these kisses brought us alive
this rutting eagerness as we mate
take me and take you and take
the night this day and dawn
as we sensually extract and elicit
every groan and kiss and moan
so hot with alcohol we burn
celebrating in cheered salute in turn
St Patrick's Day and green beer
the fact we two are linked here
the heat of your molten core
the nails raking again demanding more
in this shadow of St Patrick's Day
loving living with abandon
such trust in you can show
the total honesty of each other
so let me doze a little longer
so fatigued a sleep make me stronger
then when I am awake we can
stay in bed and begin the foreplay
of celebrating each other once again.

Cardio Examination
Posted:Mar 18, 2018 6:46 pm
Last Updated:Mar 21, 2018 6:29 am

Cardio Examination
If they pulled my heart out
wonder what they would see
would they declare my heart was working
with full and unstinted functionality
as they probed and prodded
sought out all my heart's secrets
would they be able to see
the many holes and regrets
would they note the relationship
which drew a glacial crevasse slice
across this heart of mine
scarred and blackened and stunted
all my heart could ever be
and all those minor nicks and scars
from those passing with whom I did engage
which as some adventures do
as watches rundown and stopped
no longer caring for the time together
no longer caring at all fullstop
or would they find veins
as thick as highway tunnels
through which new hope pumped
keeping alive this old heart
giving heart red allure of health
when on closer appraisal
is so battered chewed and tattered
though sweet with a touch of tart
still rising to seek to embrace
opportunity when presented
and so I wonder what
they will see when they pop out
this heart of mine for examination
more than a cursory interrogation
go ten rounds with rubber hose and phone book
demanding answers of that addicted organ
which on living and love is hooked
this old heaving heart of mine.

When They Closed the Lid
Posted:Mar 18, 2018 6:38 am
Last Updated:Mar 19, 2018 4:28 pm

When They Closed the Lid
When they close the lid
will I see the same pattern
repeated ad-infinitum in my sight
an image of an image extended
till all of life a mantra protracted
will I see your translucent face
hear the words never spoken
feel your breath on my skin
will I laugh or simply cry
wonder how many times one can die
my heart breaking anew
as when they closed the lid on you

When they close the lid
will I hear choruses of gulls
or the munching of worms
will there be a choir of angels singing
such delights of the distant paradise
a sound of sliding collapsing Arctic Ice
so clean and unsullied it is blue
and only half as pure as you
and what might I hear you say
words of hello and good-day
those words silenced from my ears
when once all I heard was tears
my heart breaking anew
as when they closed the lid on you

When they close the lid
and I reach up and touch
will it just be the grain I trace
and in that grain a face
of something greater than myself
custodian of a truth often sought
never discovered by those living
and inside this box the giving
of all answers which were sought
since first I felt that deepest hurt
will my touch finally reach you
my embrace truly soothe you
as my embrace never had chance to
all those years before
when beginning was end
and Love Fate could not bend
when before I held
and my heart was felled
my heart breaking anew
as when the closed the lid on you.

To Set Me Free
Posted:Mar 18, 2018 5:39 am
Last Updated:Mar 19, 2018 4:28 pm

To Set Me Free
Let me taste your pale lips
almost dry against my own
does not matter the month or season
does not matter the rhyme or reason
i want to feel those lips beneath my own
kiss you once and twice and not feel alone
see the passing light on your face move
in my whispers tell you what life does prove
how there can be hurt and deeper pain
how after some things we are never the same
and yet we want to go back to the start
be as we were before life took us apart
once more I want to kiss your lips
see if in a kiss if into life past world slips
and if the world should remain unchanged
as past remains beyond our grasp and out of range
in kissing those pale lips I once knew better
perhaps still the best of life I can remember
the heat and roar of passion before the cold
and maybe in a kiss the thaw will take a hold
peel back these numb layers fossilized of me
allow me to find a path from the past to set me free.

Pasta Maker
Posted:Mar 18, 2018 4:49 am
Last Updated:Mar 21, 2018 8:42 pm

Pasta maker
A raw pasta sheet wide
this is the beginning of me
unmarked and plain
fed into pasta maker of life
the handle cranked
and wheels turning
draw the pasta sheet through
the tight roller press
and the blades
slicing the sheet
into that wonder of life
is it little surprise
often we are amazed
at the shapes of pasta created
or how sometimes it feels
as if life has irrevocably changed us
for good or ill
the past sliced away
changed into a future different
life and time always changing us
as a pasta sheet dragged
through the pressing rollers of life.

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