Raw road salt
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Posted:Jan 14, 2009 2:38 am
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2024 12:46 am
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Striding without purpose, shoulders slumped
and in defeat,
Down a non-level brick walkway, lined on either
Side with leafless trees,
An anti-heroine contemplates the endlessness
Of the stars; palpitations of unseen
Origins guiding her path. Behind her she leaves a
Wispy trail of smoke-tinged blue air.
Powdery snow gives way to crunchy road salt,
Though the difference barely registers
In her iPod-deadened ears; texture's hard to
Feel without direct skin contact: three-day old
Stubble's the same as baby's bottom sooth
To a gloved hand.
Texture's a good word, she thinks, breathing
In cold and exhaling fire from her ruby lips.
Convictions saved, files transferred to internal
Hard drive; less degradation,
Less chance of file corruption ‒ repetition of
Mistakes already been made before.
I choose to live a-chromatically, Crown Royal
purrs, trickling from a ribbed glass bottle
And into the oblivion of her digestive tract:
Instant warmth at the price of sobriety.
Sweet Jen St.Clair, would you let me touch
the golden fibres of your hair?
Or, perhaps you'd like to touch mine, I assure
you it'd be fine ‒ just do it, once, please?
That wonderful tease, she just laughed at me.
Memories scheduled for deletion have
A nasty way of making themselves heard,
Regardless of the way they make you feel.
Crossing the street, feeling the road rise beneath
My feet, I can no longer rationalize
The redness of my cheeks: she came on to me!
No, logical me titters, that's just Royal talk ‒
You know full well who done what.
Instant illumination accompanies this realization,
Yes, it was me, I came on to Jen ‒
Beautiful Jen: my last attempted fling.
Cold sobriety returns as I stare into the bright,
Starry lights of a Snowplow's headlights:
Ashes blown away on the winter winds, bottle
Falling from nerveless hands.
I, she, we, cheeks flushed with memories, don't
Feel a thing as the THUNK awakens the driver
From his pleasant wet dreams ‒ bringing the
Truck to a stop 100 feet later. 100 feet too late...
Jen and Is' first and last date.
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Tender
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Posted:Jan 14, 2009 2:21 am
Last Updated:Feb 22, 2009 11:27 pm
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They call it soft
I call it tender
Tenderness...
not a skilled maneuver
not a lesson that we teach
It's a quiet compliment
It's a well considered touch
It's a fluid interaction
it's the knowledge of too much
Tender
the shine on a glass of chardonnay
the hue on the dew of an empty grass field
the sound that a snowball makes when it indents the earth
Tender, they say, does it carefully
Tender... deserves better
Tender is consideration
Tender is a burdensome accountability
Tender is unafraid to be
Tender is humility
Tender is she?
When she is beneath me?
Tender is the skin?
Tender is the woman?
She is nothing less than bravery!
Tender her
And tender me
As it was intended to be
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Carry me
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Posted:Dec 17, 2008 2:45 am
Last Updated:Dec 22, 2008 9:17 pm
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Carry me
How I crave your touch
The touch of lust
Lust and need
Desire running wild
In hot achy veins
I need you
The feel of skin on skin
The warmth of your breath
On my neck
The sweetness of your tongue
When it touches mine
And then bliss erupts
Somewhere
I became lost
In you
My body became
One with yours
And limbs although entwined
Do separate physically
Emotionally never
Always bound as one
Distance is nothing
When heart meets heart
When the sound of thunder
Is comforting
Rolling upon you
Greedily
Like an orgasm
Summer nights
Run into summer days
Then into night again
As we lay tangled in cotton sheets
And in each other
Unwilling
Unable
To move
Even the breeze that lights
Upon our naked flesh
Is too much
Is that your hair
Or mine
And does it matter?
Love me so fully
Until my world stops spinning
And my feet are planted
Firmly on the ground
I want nothing
Nothing that is not you
For you are all
Inside me
Outside me
Around me
Carry me
Through this life
And into the next
Carry me
My lover
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Whisper
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Posted:Dec 10, 2008 5:15 am
Last Updated:Dec 11, 2008 3:28 am
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The words weren't whispered,
but written by you
I read them, they moved me
Whisper, starting on the lips, gently flows
Brushing against the ear
Sweetness in the words spoken, a light caress
The touch soft as the lips pull back
Replaced with the soft feel of the finger
The tip moving from the ear to the lips
Tracing the outline and drawing forth a whisper
Inviting closer, eyes embraced as the finger divides us
Our lips wrapped around the barrier as just words are spoken
Your fragrance enters me and fills my heart
A passion awakes inside my lips burning
Wanting to touch and be complete
That one finger still divides as it moves along your lips
Drawing them closer still
I feel the warmth of your breath
The beating of your heart as each motion is slow
My hands cupping your face as the lips meet
Sensation racing through the body
Blood flowing and feeling the life
Feeling the touch of the lips
The caress of the sweet whisper of breath
We unite as the breathing fades into each kiss
And between us still the whisper
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Don't stop
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Posted:Dec 10, 2008 4:56 am
Last Updated:Dec 10, 2008 5:00 am
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My fingers interlaced through her hair,
I brush it away to expose her graceful neck
Soft kisses at first
My teeth find her vulnerability
I bite just enough to hold her there and keep her attention
My hand slips around her curvy waist
exploring the topography of her beautiful landscape
first on the outside, then underneath
One by one the buttons on her blouse are relieved
availing her bare flesh to my touch
Her breathing becomes quick and shallow as my body presses to the back of hers
My fingers find the tenderness of her breasts and the tautness of her nipples
No longer is only her neck beckoning my mouth
But no, not yet
I touch her soft skin and explore its every inch as a paint brush to a canvas
Her hand reaches for mine, guiding it
She longs for me to discover the wet cavern that lies between her thighs
She opens the top of her panties
leading my hand inside
My fingers slip with ease into her overflowing crevice
Softly exploring her textures, her folds, her rigid little clit
My thumb circles her tender button as my fingers plunge deep within
Her head arches back to find my full and waiting lips
Her tongue dances with mine as I pleasure her inside
Soft moans and gasps escape her throat
begging me... me don't stop...
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You make me complete
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Posted:Oct 19, 2008 1:29 am
Last Updated:Nov 27, 2008 3:51 am
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Warm and wet. Pinch a nipple, trace a thigh,
Hot bodies, short skirt, fingered fly,
Moist breath, cuddled tight,
Tonight, this night, alright.
Standing, holding, hugging. Yes.
Enchanted, tickled, getting fresh,
Heart beats fast, kisses slow,
Touching, teasing, time to know.
Harder, faster, tongues alight,
Hint of hard, lover’s plight,
Undone buttons, suckled breast,
Erotic touch, time for bed.
Wanting now, no wait, undressed,
Intimate, naked, lusty caress,
Nibbled lobes, tickled toes, the torment his,
Wet lips, hot mouth. Hers. Bliss,
Taunted, breathless, longing, eager,
Arching, needing, desperate hunger,
Held down, tied down, parted knees,
Wanting, aching, asking. Please.
Easing down, pressing deep, rest right there,
Rhythmic, steady, enmeshed, ensnared,
Heated pulse, holding tight, becoming one,
Faster, harder, finished. Done.
Slaked, quenched, tousled, entwined,
Sated, tangled, sweaty, cuddled behind,
Warmed, whetted, pleasured, content,
Sleepy, sticky, tired and spent,
hold me now you make me complete.
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Oh pen do prose
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Posted:Oct 19, 2008 1:19 am
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2024 12:46 am
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Oh, Pen of mine, tell me please!
How do I scribe in verse?
For measure of her beauty,
Extends beyond my words.
Each time I lay my eyes on her,
These knots my tongue doeth tie.
I‘m muted by her loveliness,
With thoughts I dare not sigh.
I long to be alone with her
Most naked at her side,
And feel her supple breasts,
Those curves I can’t deny.
My lips desire her kisses,
My hands to touch her face,
My loin desires her body,
Within her warm, wet place.
I long to taste the she nectar,
That drips with honey sweet,
And hear the moans of ecstasy
As I thrust my manly treat.
The lust you scribe I can’t deny,
When Pen; you wrote this prose.
These feeling that I have for her,
Share the beauty of a rose.
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Within my dreams
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Posted:Oct 6, 2008 4:53 am
Last Updated:Oct 21, 2009 10:43 pm
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I looked across the lake waters
the mist hangs in the trees
Melancholy befalls me
I sank unto my knees
My thoughts went to the spirits
would they listen to my pleas
Their voices returned unto me
in the whisper of the trees
Lo! They said "We cannot help
you must look into your heart.
For the visions that we show
are but a minor part"
As I sat and pondered this
the clouds rolled softly by
For sadness was upon me
a single tear I cry
Will I sink into darkness?
Has contentment passed me by?
Will I feel the passion?
Or continue to live this lie
These questions were repeated
like the looping of a tape
Will I ever see the light
Or sink in bitterness of this lake
I wish there was an answer
A direction I can go
A place of peace and quiet
to cleans this weary soul
Time will come I'll walk away
As selfish as this seems
But until this day presents itself
I'll live within my dreams
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Sweet ecstasy
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Posted:Oct 6, 2008 4:29 am
Last Updated:Oct 6, 2008 4:30 am
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Sweet ecstasy has been fulfilled
between the sheets of silk
Passion between two have spilled
against her skin of milk
His hands of heat he can't disguise
as he rubs her soft thighs
his hands of heat
his hands of heat
Sweet ecstasy increased her cries
Sweet ecstasy has been fulfilled
all attire has been stripped
Naked at first she lays unfilled
then pleasure slowly dripped
Feeling his hands beneath the sheet
sparked enormous heat
feeling his hands
feeling his hands
Sweet ecstasy, his luscious treat
Sweet ecstasy has been fulfilled
and bodies left on fire
As passion calms, lovers are filled
something fuels our desire
His hands caress a body bare
to a mound without hair
his hands caress
his hands caress
Sweet ecstasy that lovers share
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Let me...
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Posted:Sep 18, 2008 1:29 am
Last Updated:Nov 26, 2008 2:17 pm
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Let me pick you up and carry you to my bed.
Laying you down and taking you into my arms.
Kissing you passionately while fondling your body.
Taking in the smell of your hair and perfume.
Let me undress you slowly, exposing your flesh to the air.
Your breasts heaving when released from their lacy prison.
Your dark areolae and erect nipples longing for touch.
The labium becoming engorged with blood in anticipation.
Let me cradle your naked body in my arms.
Exploring the smoothness of your skin, the roundness of your breast.
My hands touching areas of your body few know of.
The heat of your inner thighs tell me your desires.
Let me bite your ear lobes and kiss your neck.
Whispering how beautiful you are as my fingers entangle your hair.
The weight of my body pressing down on you ever so slightly.
My tongue probing deeply between your red lips.
Let me kiss my way down your chin, then your neck.
Cupping your firm breasts in my hands, taking a nipple between my lips.
My tongue teasing it as I draw it into my warm mouth.
Before moving to the other, kissing and licking the underside of your soft orb.
Let me run my tongue down your stomach, stopping to toy with your belly button.
Arriving between your legs, kissing, licking and biting your inner thighs.
Watching your labium swell and redden with desire.
I smell your musk and long to feel the soft folds of skin surround my tongue.
Let my fingers enter you, feeling the wet fire inside.
Kissing the warm skin outside, resisting my urge to devour you.
Finally sliding my tongue into the darkness, tasting your sex.
The sounds of your pleasure fills me with overwhelming joy.
Let my mouth, my lips, my tongue have you.
Licking and teasing your sensitive inner reaches.
My hands caressing and exploring your body as my tongue probes you.
Your clitoris feeling my loving kisses and bites.
Let me feel your body as you tense in excitement.
Head swimming in lust and a warmth encompasses every fiber of your being.
Back arching as you try to force tongue and fingers even deeper inside.
Your body shutters in pleasure as waves of passion overtake you.
Let me hold you tight as your passion subsides.
Feeling the dampness of your skin against mine.
Kissing you, loving you, enjoying the warmth of your beauty.
Watching the cute smile on your face as you drift into sleep.
Thank you for letting me...
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Lady gryphon
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Posted:Sep 1, 2008 1:59 pm
Last Updated:Dec 29, 2008 3:19 am
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During the daylight
She assumes the role of a protector,
Defying the common ideas of the modern world
And stands her post to and keep her watch;
But beyond such a watchful demeanor
The hidden treasures lie in wait
For that lucky recorder to make
That smooth and gentile discovery.
The twist of a trailing loch.
The dark eyes --- a raven's watch ---
As one sits back to witness
Its curving textures that bloom,
When the mind begins to wonder
Of how its passing fragrance
Would be interpreted by the senses.
And when such a rose would bloom
The coiling vines would
Encase long lost emotions
And thus sprout those tender petals ---
...Silk laden entities
That produces the slight electric pulse
When brushed against...
Or perhaps the passing of digits through her hair
Figuring out the perfumed soul
As one tries to up lift her interests
While she lights up rooms and helps create,
The face of pleasure when flooding into
The doorsteps of quaint mirth.
She gathers her flock and lets her babes sleep
While watching them during the night,
And yet --- as the battle angel retires her amour
There are the pale curves and dips
Of a feminine display,
With all of the many exotic features
A watchful eye would love to manifest erotic imagery
As if to catch a brief fantasy in time;
Of sighs ‒ a skipped beat --- the whispers of need,
Or the spring shade that a soft friendship brings
To ears and minds that have but suffered
The back and fourth of the day's reality,
Peel it back --- she wants you to --- slay hesitation!
As shoulder straps sag and depart their ways
Only to present a well kept tenderness,
A creamy set of peaks to satisfy your needs,
With a slender slope
Perfectly defining a course to play...
A smooth seduction that bends and spreads
As the body becomes quite comfortable,
Free of its bonds to arouse your creeping wants
And tenderly coils around your being,
With the sweet thrashing that often comes
When collapsing into that timeless heat
So many are shamelessly addicted to...
Tread lightly --- but do not fear
Her Petals, the light ends of angel feathers
But containing the fury of the gryphon
And the focus of a lady lioness,
Whose thorns encase the virtues
Of an internal swan --- a majestic flow
That tames the loudest fears
And settles many troubles to sleep.
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Tell him
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Posted:Aug 24, 2008 11:36 pm
Last Updated:Sep 27, 2008 10:11 am
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Darkness melds two forms alone
Eerieness takes on a whole new tone
Breathing shared between two forms
His breath her breath none their own
Could you ever tell your secret?
Not hush your tone as your near it?
Brush of flesh across your body
Secucing, tensing, parody
Brush of teeth across your neck...
tingle creeping cross your flesh
tingle rising up your spine
into you he begins to slide
feel of breath against your skin
soft carress as your pinned
Holding you in your sin
feelin him as he enters in
out again in again ohh
his breath her breath none their own
hearts beating faster now
they dont care how
cant stop....
faster they go
his lust her lust
none their own
his part hard as stone
hers is tight and wet
faster...
in...out...
letting out another shout
faster...
One last scream
Quiet now
Tell him now
Darkness fleeting
Stripless, mindless, hearts beating
Time to tell him
One last kiss...
Lustful Sinful bliss
Tell him...
You belong to another
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scent of you
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Posted:Aug 24, 2008 11:19 pm
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2024 12:46 am
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The scent of us
Our passion, our arousal
Rising on the night air
Filling the dark with promises
You smell like roses and lust
Lying on a bed of silk
I am overwhelmed by you
Drowning in the perfume of your flesh
Leaning down I inhale
The wafting bouquet
That marks readiness
Your desire, your need
Nobody has made me
So dizzy with want before
My beloved, my angel
Whose scent drives me
Wild
Who's love brings me peace
I would gladly follow that scent
That love, to the ends of the earth
that scent of you.
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