Thank you for visiting my page....
Alot has be going on in the last year that has kept me fairly busy... but I haven't lost touch.
Alot of you have been asking about my work, so the least I can do is offer you a way inside my mind...
I can almost assure you, if you give me a chance I can awaken you to a whole new aspect of who "I AM"...
So just sit back, relax and let your mind wander into MY WORLD!
Here is a vast sample of my writings and poems... My thoughts and inspirations!!!
I hope you enjoy them as much as I did writing them! Bear With Me... There Are Many!!!!
Passion seems to be the most common thought in a mind like mine, maybe because I choose to believe that it exists for me and that I'll find what I'm looking for... It's those thoughts that have been on my mind that brought out these poems... so enjoy!
"Lover's Dance"
Glistening bodies entwined
In an ageless erotic dance,
Drawing pleasures from each other,
Seeking wonder and romance.
She touches his face with tenderness.
He draws her body near.
Aching, needing hunger,
Will make their destiny clear.
Their lips meet in soft kisses,
As tongues begin passion’s war.
Forgotten now, the outside world.
All is here, behind this door.
He strokes her body tenderly,
She arches up for his caress.
He finds her silken portal,
And her womanly wetness.
She moans in fiery desire,
And pulls his hand away,
Wishing to end this exquisite torture,
And get on with passion’s play.
She straddles his waiting body,
Eases him into her feminine hollow.
She leads him on a rhythmic dance,
His thrusting hips must follow.
She rides him faster, even then,
To hear his wondrous sighs.
She shows him all the delights,
She has between her womanly thighs.
They stare into each others eyes,
And gasp as ecstasy unreels,
It tangles them in a lovers knot,
That every answer reveals.
Sated, they lie side by side,
Spent but hungering still.
She touches him where their passion came,
And tastes their lovers spill.
Their mouths meet in passionate need,
Hungry animals once more.
This time he rises above her,
Her body to explore.
Their ballet begins anew,
As he thrusts his manhood in,
Vowing not to end the dance,
Unless her aching cry he’ll win.
Like beasts of old they become,
Riding with feverish desire,
Only resting their throbbing bodies,
When sated by their fire.
"To Put It Simply…I Want You"
I want to be your companion
And walk hand in hand,
Your strength enveloping mine.
Autumn leaves falling,
Scuffing feet and laughter,
Sharing nights, not finished by the dark.
I want to be your confident
As you pen your deepest
Thoughts, as your heartaches
Bleed and finally break free.
Your dreams, I keep as if my own.
I want to smile as you smile
And giggle with you
At nothing at all.
I want to be your lover
And find the passions
That move you to action.
I want to be the softness
That induces you to trust.
I want to be the naughty
That makes you come back for more.
I want to please you.
I want to share your breakfast
And your dinner,
I want you in the shower
And in your bed,
With soft steps to bring you coffee
Your strong arms, the legs
That power your thrust,
Your lips of pleasure,
These are the fuel of my desire
No it is no secret, my love,
And to put it very simply,
I want you.
"The Whisperings"
For longer than a taste
- or two,
I will linger;
Lips against lips,
softly against you.
I will linger, in eyes,
- my prison,
visions of sweetness;
and of sweat, of lust.
Promises of ecstasy’s sin;
flower upon my decadent hunger.
Dance soft
- circles across my tongue,
around, across,
awakening and arousing whispers auctioned
in the throes of passions,
drink until my appetite is laid bare
for a moment or two.
Command my civility
- my shadow, my touch,
- my every secret;
into words spoken as prayer,
into words cried
in breaths of consummation.
Perfection
- as my own is wondered well,
countless times stabs and penetrates
the beast beyond the scatterings of humanity descent
into the salvation of the truth of desire.
"Passion Exists"
A touch of skin soft and slippery;
Air ripened with the hint of sweat.
We fought our resistance beneath the cool sheets;
the wind flowed from the window above us.
Eyes met briefly and begged for the chance,
to abandon all of our uncertainties.
You began your work on my lips,
Probing gently as if drawing sex,
from a deep well of longing and need.
Then heated tongues met in the midst,
of hot and quickening breath.
And greedily we drank the wine of our lusts.
Then intoxicated with those spirits.
Our clothes found resting place on the floor,
piece-by-piece, no hiding places,
for the two glistening and wanting bodies.
Hunger revealed in this hot moment.
Then skin meshed with skin,
as the floor became the stage.
You moved atop of me easily,
and lowered yourself gently.
Kissing me as I was filled with you.
As a gasp broke the kiss,
your hands stroked the stray strands,
Away from my forehead, and then became entangled.
Our slow rhythm gave way,
to urgent and demanding thrusts of passion,
as I arched my body for your comfort,
and you threw me into ecstasy,
with the strength of your blows.
You left me screaming and soaked,
In oblivion again and again,
As you growled my name from the back of your throat,
And our bodies both demanded more,
Each giving to the other,
High on the fluids of foreign substance.
I grasped, and then released you;
Grasped then released you,
in effort to relieve you of your control.
The taste of your skin between my lips,
Was like no other.
To hear your cry of mercy,
when my teeth met your warm skin,
was more breathtaking than you knew.
Yet I still released the control to you.
As you wound your hands in my hair,
And pulled until the flesh on my neck was taut,
You moved with one final and breaking blow,
Forcing our way to the peaks of bliss,
Leaving our screams to echo on like battle cries.
I welcomed the weight of you to crush me,
As you collapsed on top of me,
Still hot and burning,
And I glowing like an ember,
Casting a welcome light,
Should you seek my gifts again.
"The Gift"
I don't have much to give you
in the way of material things.
But then, I have never been a material person . . .
so it wouldn't matter much anyway.
I do have something to give you, though . . .
and I hope you accept this gift with joy.
I have chosen not to wrap it . . .
I want it to be presented to you
as pristine as can be.
And anyway, decorations or wrappings would
certainly ruin the effect.
And so it is . . . that I stand before you . . .
unclothed, but surprisingly, unashamed of my nakedness.
You have already captured a piece of my heart,
and you have captivated my soul.
The only thing left for me to present to you
is my very being . . . and I do that willingly,
happily, and most of all . . . lovingly.
Standing before you . . . watching your every movement . . .
seeing the desire in your eyes
for the very first time.
I don't believe in all of my life,
I have ever witnessed a moment
as beautiful as this.
Neither one of us can speak . . .
and we are finding, even breathing, is difficult.
Your heartbeat is pounding out a rhythm
that almost assaults my ears.
I can hear it from where I stand across from you . . .
and every beat speaks of your love for me.
I am giving you this gift tonight,
because I desperately want you to look inside.
I want you to open this package that I offer you,
slowly . . . lovingly . . . sensuously . . .
and search for what lies within.
You don't have to look far; you know . . .
everything I feel for you is just below the surface.
So it shouldn't take long for you
to discover the beauty awaiting you there.
Go ahead . . . open this gift as a child would
on a snowy Christmas morning . . .
in a hurried fashion . . . rather like a frenzy, if you will.
But once that initial gift is opened . . .
and the passion subsides . . .
Please promise me
that this gift I give you . . .
this gift of myself . . .
is only just the beginning.
"My Desire"
As I pen these words flowing from my heart
I am reflective of the moments of love we share.
Through time and turmoil,
Passion has woven a tapestry that is you.
The magic that animates my desire
Rests only in the pool of your eyes,
The warm caress of your smile,
And the gentle embrace of your touch.
Whenever I am with you,
My heart longs for such connection.
Pouring over your soul.
Helplessly waiting,
For the slightest indication of the 'you', I long to have.
The music of your voice stirs desire within,
Penetrating the base of my being.
My imagination soars,
When your longing reaches out to me,
Fantasizing how it will feel,
To let my fingertips dance across the many faces of your skin,
Exploring and discovering every nuance of you.
I digress, for 'now' does not belong to me.... and you....
"I Will Tell You This Much..."
Your love is there when I lay down,
It is there when I wake up.
I can hear your whispers softly speak,
"I love you" is what they say,
Without a doubt I know this is true,
Because I see it in your eyes,
And because I heard it from you.
Through it all you've been there;
Your tears, my tears- together were shared.
I'm amazed to see your love so strong;
You laughed with me through the right,
And cried patiently through the wrong.
I will tell you this much...
Your love is honesty and devotion;
It is sweet and enduring,
Much more than emotion.
I know I've hurt you, and this I will not brag,
But it was your love that held us together;
It was your love that made a way.
Your love I won't forget;
It is locked within my very heart;
Your love I do accept.
I will tell you this much...
"Gentle Thief"
Steal my heart away again,
Please, do.
Word by aching word
Write to me, always.
Speak to me again, and again, and again
Of your gentle soul.
And be the gentle thief
Who steals me away forever.
Please, do.
I have seen the wonderful lives
That traveled down one path.
Four lives that felt the sparks that flew
Between kindred souls.
Four lives that gave themselves
To the tying of sacred bonds
That bound them forever in two loves
And in time.
The birthing of the angels
Who now surround the celestial life
Of the hour every day.
There were two lives,
However,
That might have traveled another path.
There were two lives down another road
With a good beginning
Full of those same sparks
And fire that could light up the night.
And that held the promise of
Rich, fragrant, full chapters
Of laughter and tears and
Endless nights of star-lit passion.
Another path that would (surely) have led
To days of roses and twilight and longing.
And endless time to watch the day
Pass slowly into the night
Letting the blood-red sun
Wash over their two faces.
And the cool mountain breezes lull them
Into blissful, timeless sleep.
Two little spoons, arm in arm
Entwined in a different forever.
The thief who stole that path away years ago
Was a thief who did not know his own soul.
Who soulessly, selfishly, foolishly
Watched and let that path
Pass by.
A crime paid for in the foreverness of longing
The endlessness of never-knowing.
And the futility of waiting for another life beyond this,
Together.
I was that thief for you
Now you be mine, please.
Be my gentle felon
And steal my heart away again,
Forever.
Please, do.
"As He Sleeps"
I watched him
As he sleeps,
His peaceful sleep.
He takes a breath,
First shallow,
Then deep.
I breathed with him,
Gazing upon him with so much love....
Studying each precious feature,
Memorizing every line,
Every shape and curve of his being.
A little piece of heaven
Is what I was actually seeing.
I took focus on his lips laying gently,
One on top of the other...
Perfectly shaped, soft and warm.
They part ever so slightly
As his sleep deepens,
I am reminded of his kiss.
Like the sun,
It warmed me from head to toe.
Each kiss that came to an end
Never quite lets me go.
Quietly I sat....
Close at hand,
Still within reach.
Watching him with my eyes,
Loving him with my heart,
Embracing him with my soul.
Every breath drew me closer
In spirit,
Deeper in love.
And so... I still watch him
As he sleeps,
His peaceful sleep.
When I'm dreaming!
"Who Is He"
"Who is he?", they ask,
... he is my soul's perfect mate, my body's passionate lover and my mind's sole companion.
"What is he?", they ask,
... he is the rhythm of my soul, the song of my spirit and the love of my life.
"Where is he?", they ask,
... he is in my every breath, beating in my heart and in the thread that stitches my soul together.
"When is he?", they ask,
... he is today, at dawn; tonight, when the stars come out and tomorrow... forever.
"Why is he?", they ask,
... he is my completion, my love's twin and my spirit's sweet compliment.
"Who is he?", they ask...
... he is you, my Beloved... he is you.
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