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An exploration
 
Words of sensual seeking, of pleasure giving, of kisses, of love found, or lost, or captured, or shared.

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spark in my eye
Posted:Jul 21, 2015 4:39 am
Last Updated:Jul 27, 2015 12:13 am
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spark in my eye
Soar above and beyond my tongue
these inadequate words which leap to where you belong
soaring beyond orbit of my thoughts
a swirling aurora beyond nets to be caught
almost as if a spark in my eye
had become a comet cutting across the sky
a simple inkling of something special and new
abruptly brought into focus when you I view
the whispers of thoughts behind my visage
as with you in conversation engage
makes the gap between Before and Now
seems so insubstantial somehow
for all the world filled with your presence
mind and thoughts pickled in your essence
before this Now there was no Time
so there can be no regrets set in rhyme.
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Lips Red
Posted:Jul 21, 2015 1:39 am
Last Updated:Jul 22, 2015 3:41 am
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Lips Red
Let me drink from those lips red
let me take this beauty to bed
no unicorns or fairy tales here
just the heat of two who are near
these kisses sweet and soft arouse
when tinder lit unable to douse
the passion in this chest
pursue fruits of you without rest
firstly these kisses turn sharp and eager
against each other bodies lever
leg to leg and hips to hips
begin the ride as deep inside slips
kisses and sensual caresses successful yet
have made you hot and humid and wet
the first thrust sets the goal
a slow driven hard piston into this hole
an intimacy considered also beyond compare
yet so small against the thoughts we share
every inch of body trekked with eager brushes
almost feeling faint as blood around body rushes
ride my lap on edge of this bed
rocking steadily as you throw back your head
a groan of satisfaction fills my ears
as the peak we seek so closely nears
an orgasm to split our thoughts asunder
to bring down this world like thunder
in our ears the aural assault of lust rising
moans and groans become words shrieked unsurprising
in trust open self to deep wells of feeling
never knew how deeply we were dealing
as with a spurt and a rhythmic race taken
we two so loudly are beyond faking
melded by sweat and juices deep
we collapse in a sated tangled heap
search out each other's face for a lingering kiss
lying back in embrace's warmth and this sensual eclipsed bliss.

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distance far
Posted:Jul 20, 2015 9:04 pm
Last Updated:Jul 22, 2015 9:08 pm
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distance far
You count the messages sent out of sight
from your day into their night
aligning thoughts so easily
an easy joining it is meant to be
and yet between are oceans broad
the distance far cannot be ignored
with words of sweet delight
we send our thoughts so bright
and yet there is thunder and there is rain
there is being apart and there is the pain
is it fair to tease a tender heart with hope
even as feel your own heart cannot cope
on distance cold your feeling are hung
even if same songs by both are sung
knowing where your life is at
can make the life wished a fantasy trap
even as the words easy roll out
even as heart and mind exuberant shout
the chafing distance makes you fall aside
as all the things in complicated life collide
is there need in relationship for touch and kiss
to deeper discover and unveil this spirits bliss
to raise yourself beyond this here and now
do you need kisses on her fair brow
and every truthsayer wise would say
that reality pitiless will grind away
until there is nothing left between
than words sent when we did gleam
brighter than an Eastern Sunset
a thought perhaps of life reset
and then the obstacles real are felt
a hard hand in this game is dealt
want to stay in this gentle game
live a while and in truth not give pain
and yet it seems the many miles between
shall craft a nightmare from a dream.
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F*** (the truth of obscenities)
Posted:Jul 20, 2015 4:59 am
Last Updated:Apr 11, 2016 11:57 pm
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F*** (the truth of obscenities)
A man or woman of words of course
indicates a civilized tone not coarse
of life lived soft and well and plump
a considerate well mannered dispassionate lump
and so into every life we should ensure to slip
from the rough-cut sack of local lingo and jargon dip
and collect a steaming fresh profanity or four
so we can express our heartfelt feelings all the more
when declared an artful joining of bodies neat
instead rejoin it was a lovely fuck so bloody fucking sweet
we fucked upon bed in lounge and along the fucking hall
we fucked in chair on table solid and against the fucking wall
a fucking delightful fuck wet and dripping and hot it was
no other term could do such rampant copulation justice because
sometimes we should shed our insincere civilized skins and live
to our primal thoughts and deepest passions direct access give
a person shallow and bland who cannot find a word blue
probably knows too little of life and love to enjoy the view
for life itself in all its forms is fucking marvelous
and a true knight in boudoir should be fucking chivalrous
and every hay-stack in every field should be marked in truth
with a couple rustic fucking under the blue skies fucking roof
say fuck the fucking fuck this and bloody that
the truth is no swear words ever dislodged a hat
words carry ideas and sentiments and dreams
and sometimes in our fucking this fucker screams
obscenities coarse as if suffering from fucking Tourettes
in fucking deeply passionately civilized words this savage quite fucking forgets.
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normality
Posted:Jul 19, 2015 7:04 am
Last Updated:Jul 20, 2015 4:35 am
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normality
normality of day
two hot drinks have to pay
the cafe table at which we sit
we chat for a bit
sharing pieces of who we are
nothing new or too bizarre
I know I am restless
and sense you can guess
our words a scene plot
our glances growing hot
a leg against a leg brushes
blood hot through body rushes
hands on table top clasp
thoughts would you gasp
call out to god above
entwined in passionate love
do you lose all self control
take on some other role
is the bed a wild place
or slow performance on edge of grace
we both lean forward
this first kiss over table awkward
yet the whisper in the air
scents I smell in your hair
the entire day is of promise full
the smiles we share deceptively cool
for underneath our passions stir
and new words seem to purr
ready now for what next comes
as to eros our line of thought succumbs.
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scents and tastes
Posted:Jul 18, 2015 8:19 am
Last Updated:Jul 20, 2015 4:20 am
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scents and tastes
those sticky thoughts
of sticky skin
of lips meeting
in hungry greeting
every kiss a wet wash
of passion frothing
and how the heat
from skin expands
a reflection of
over active glands
a line of sweat
sweltering heat
as wrestle close
and taste you neat
no flavouring needed
no sugar or spice
my favourite taste
in kisses raw
or burning embrace
holding still
to catch the dew
fermented somewhere
deep deep inside
the scent around us
an essence rich
of heat tropical
a sensuous mix
a heady brew
the scents and tastes
of me and you.
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disrobing
Posted:Jul 18, 2015 6:43 am
Last Updated:Jul 19, 2015 6:06 am
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No disney ride or carnival trip
no play as we watch each other strip
nervousness and indecision clash
as new lines of skin we flash
the smiles consider you
and what I might view
leaning in a kiss that burns
every doubt it overturns
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angels of ecstasy
Posted:Jul 16, 2015 10:30 pm
Last Updated:Jul 18, 2015 8:38 am
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angels of ecstasy
scarlet ribbons in your mind
these lines on skin not unkind
the red and heated marks cooling
of where in passion we have been fooling
somewhere in your fevered state
your hands as claws down my back did rake
I never noted for so intent on kisses raw
which mark your throat though no blood did draw
this boudoir is not a torture chamber
more sensual trips is what we aim for
but sometimes we are possessed
and then no foul just lust professed
a kiss and suck and legs astride
we have a ragged rocking robust ride
sometimes a bruise will come of that
probably from banging on the floor so flat
need to ensure a heavier rug is laid down
protect soft skin from hard un-giving ground
while this strange feeling in my shoulder
pulled a muscle a sign of getting older
while lifting you or reaching over further for
another touch caress or stroke or just for more
by devils of our own inside we are driven
or angels of ecstasy with desires deep given
the pleasure here is in equal measure of
the pleasures gained in gentle times and soft
snuggled close and exploring mouth and lips and tongue
your questing fingers answering how well or less I am hung
who would have thought these poetic words
not simply used for describing your lovely curves
instead exploring how in living we fornicate
to the edges of pain as loving free we celebrate.

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cinders rising
Posted:Jul 14, 2015 9:05 pm
Last Updated:Jul 14, 2015 9:41 pm
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cinders rising
falling cinders bright as meteors
rising and scatter across deep night sky
brush of heat from golden firelight
lies across my body as a blanket warm
turning meet these lips of dream
red and sorcerous against skin of cream
the night spirits dance around
the fire built on holiest of ground
your kisses as fire my thoughts reduce
after wine of talk my body you seduce
no innocents here as I play my part
to the crackle of burning wood we start
hotter than the fire and fiercer than night wind
against each other we both in loving bend
Time dismissed by witchcraft of this place
witchcraft of touch and kiss make heart race
sensual exposition tracing you as a world
from Pole to Pole upon your beauty kisses hurled
the restraints of a modern life set aside
as together in comforting darkness we lied
tracking sensual script across you warm skin
your murmurs become moans as passion let in
the cinders above our heads flame to dark
these kisses wanton leave a lover's stamp and mark
in morning wake with red lines where passion caught
as your body in matched lust was caught
kisses and caresses and movements of me and you
when beneath night sky beside fire we made love true.
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the myth of NSA
Posted:Jul 14, 2015 5:29 pm
Last Updated:Jul 20, 2015 4:36 am
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the myth of NSA
You simply want a cock
something to inside you pop
bring fireworks and stars
smooth away previous scars
yet then the questions begin
how big will it be when it goes in
does it come with hair or without
are you quiet in bed or do you shout
have you drunk or smoked
can you tell a real good joke
and what salary do you earn
will we all in hell burn
what became of NSA
no strings attached they say
seems they want to find each string
discover what makes you weep or sing
and then the cock in need diminished
deflated and flaccid before we are finished
this zipless fuck does not exist
we cannot a relationship resist
even minimal requirements of sanity demand
to know the person from which extrudes this gland
for there is more than bits to each of us
or else why would there be such a fuss.
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In Here (*erotic prose)
Posted:Jul 13, 2015 1:08 am
Last Updated:Jul 15, 2015 11:13 pm
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In Here
Outside a wind chill and harsh does blow, and inside we lie spread across this bed. The heater purrs through floor vents, so the bed clothes we have cast aside.

I begin to trace your lines, along the obvious, down the spine. My warm hands stroke, and smooth, and roll across your buttocks curve. You stir a little, perhaps disturbed, perhaps more awake than you convey, and then spread your legs slightly wider.

My hand again strokes down the length of spine, a potter's caress over the richest most malleable clay. I hear you breath, and relax anew, and beyond your buttocks again I reach.......sliding over, feel heat from beneath, and as your legs are slightly apart along inner thighs my fingers, stroking, dancing, reach. A while they stay, feather-light brushing back and forth, and then those inquisitive fingers, and obedient hand, track along spine to shoulders.

I sense in you a slight impatience, a wanting and needing, and desiring more substance; and so lower my head.

Upon your shoulders kisses, tasting, leave, and then upon your throat direct - more kisses to your rest divert......and upon your brow, and down to cheek, and then tracking around our lips meet. Wet, and hot, and full, I could kiss, and kiss, and kiss, these lips and tongue tip forever and a day, and yet there is more sensual acts in the bedroom in this play.....

My lips retreat, and then my hands, both sliding from shoulders, cross either side of the spinal lands, caressing and stroking as they descend, toward your buttocks curve anew; that sweet rear end.

And as I reach this point I hear your breath pause, notice your legs spread wider once more, a welcome call.

My hands sweep over hips and waist, then with no time wasted, slip over the mound beneath you concealed, and stroking firmly feel the humid tropical damp, where I will, when times allows, my mouth in tasting, devouring and passion hungry, clamp until my tongue is weary and you are tender,

For now I raise your hips, and stroke across that molten core, sensual caresses, neither too hard nor too light, knowing just how your senses to excite. A playful finger draws within that hot well, stroking the walls and lifting the rising dew, and spreading with tiny swirling circles the nectar within.....

Without any further prompting you raise your hips higher, shift your knees to raise your buttocks, indicating your desire, your heat, and the shine of your skin, the warmth and succulent taste, makes me as aroused as you, The scents of us, fill the bedroom warm, while outside it is chill and cold.

Placing a pillow under you, I slide behind and slightly atop; taking my own weight on my arms astride your body,....then slowly, teasingly, slip into the well moistened, dripping,, sensitive cup.....at the entrance my hardness gently rubs, back and forth, almost imperceptible in depth, not plunging in,....... begin feeling the short moves sensuous of your hips trying to draw me in further.....and then at point where you push back to the rhythm set, I move deeper, to the deepest thrust, my hardness settles yet.....

you begin to move in time to my own natural free rutting, as each in this rhythm caught, and pace begins to accelerate, and your breath is growing shorter, and you are clinging to bed-sheets as you piston your hips back and forth, and deeper I slide, and the clean thrusts, mixed with those where I vary direction and weight, to move over all sensitive spots, and touch all, as we mate....

and then, as I hear you begin to cry out for release, an exclamation marked shout, my fingers slip beneath you anew, beneath the beauty of you, and thumbing, rubbing, rolling, upon your clitoris, a bellows of sparks added to the fire set.....

the blaze no more apart or sense of rational thought, in throes of passion volcanic we are caught, embracing and riding these abruptly rising waves, till peak is reached, and all rest of world ceases to be.....

....as I cling to you, and you cling to me, our breathing ragged, and bodies soaring,..

....for brief moments eclipsing all imagination.......

....and then we fall to bed once more, tangled, and smiling, and snuggle close....for outside it is raining, and a chill is in the air, and how cold it seems outside; and how warm and safe and true in here.
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deeper shade of blue
Posted:Jul 12, 2015 11:50 pm
Last Updated:Jul 18, 2015 5:59 am
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deeper shade of blue
My old slate holds all tales
recounts victories and the many fails
what could have been and what was
each win it seems balanced by a loss
so when I see your face and lips red
why do these thoughts anew rear their head
thoughts dead and dreams set aside
in an enthanasian act of suburban suicide
now your curves and words attract
the careful heart snared in a trap
a painful trap to well the wiser head knows
and yet the younger heart still goes
alive with the hope of something new
perhaps a hint of a deeper shade of blue
how the mystery in your eyes I have to learn
how for companionship the lonely heart does yearn
those sensual lips of yours red and full and sharp
wielded truly might return edge to this blunt heart
what is there to lose this time but time
and not to use time so would be the greater crime
to allow a life half lived as your life to stand
to accept the dull conventional and the bland
reject this chance of passion and desire
smother completely the heart's raw fire
so when I see your face and lips red
the decision made in heart and head
to live without guards and in you trust
before acidic time signals dust to dust
chance to be a comet across a life stark
so others examining can see passion's mark
feel the pulse and heat of blood flowing
at the edge of the sea on the verge of going
attempt once more to taste the deeper shade of blue
explore sensual dreams within and between me and you.
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love's sensual currency
Posted:Jul 12, 2015 10:15 pm
Last Updated:Jul 14, 2015 10:54 pm
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love's sensual currency
holding you in the cold
was it drink made us so bold
to blur friendship's lines
kisses turning like twisted vines
around each other we blend
all harsh words and thoughts mend
kisses melting upon your lips
tongue in passion slips
words of passion drowned
as against each other ground
tactile morse code of brushes
you to me and I to you crushes
time an abstract beyond us
as breathes lost in tingling kiss
a hand crosses and slips onto skin
fires started when this kissing begin
each touch sets the fire soaring
in head a constant lusting roaring
legs on legs entwining tight
this moment makes life and night
who cares if my arm trapped by wall
we are at Eros's command and call
each kiss an imprint on memory
each caress love's sensual currency
we hold and the fire in eyes
tells all truth no lies
there is a heat within flowing out
a life desiring a chorused shout
breathless we wind our way
through empty night streets to day
never straying far from lips or hug
warmed life never felt so snug
holding you beyond the night's cold
time in which we never grow old.
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