Angel Princess of Passion
What is sexy?
The Rain falling softly
You pulling me close
As our lips touch
The downfall increases
We become drenched
From head to toe
Hearts beating faster
Lips pressing harder
The sudden Rush of
Our frenzy like Thunder
We embrace, kiss, and feel
The sweetest Passion
Under the Falling Rain
Laugh, Learn and Most of all Love...My Way of Life...
There once was a girl who stood quite tall
Confidence surrounded her most of all
Her neck firmly held high
Often quick to detect a lie
Heel to toe walk with stride
It was too easy for her do decide
Whether or not you were worth her time
Their snide remarks haven't cost a dime
She never went without a smile
She'd stay with you for a while
Until darkness came and took her life
It was a sharp cut with a thick knife
A gasp to escape her lungs
Everyone behold bit their tongues
They are a witness without a word
I can't believe this World it is quite absurd
There she walks now with her head held low
The girl was me, I'm ashamed to show
Calm
You stand
Foolish I
To surrender
Taking influence
Painting my World diverse
My weakness is upon you
Your splendidly painted picture
Cast behold my perpetual glaze
Such a priceless sweet Masterpiece you are
Sensuous Beasts
In the grass, lurk the crass,
The craven, the predators and prey;
Eating themselves every day,
Without care, without class:
Strange little things
Who never grow wings.
We are not they
Who lurk there by day.
Through the leafy boughs at night
I have seen something take flight
That beggars a dictionary to define.
Up from the entwining vine,
Scattering the leaves as it flies,
Pinning the gaze in its rise,
Something “other”, yet unnamed,
Wildness captured and inflamed.
Something made of sparking fire
Soaring ever higher, higher.
Then, like a dream that perches,
It lures my staggering lurches,
Toward a blinding haze-filled clearing,
All senses scattering in my nearing
Approach; all senses flaring –
But Want is daring.
Trembling fingers reach to hold
A mythos clad in patterned gold:
There is no form, no shadow cast,
Only desire come to ground at last.
Enveloped in what’s known but rarely:
“Something” clad in gossamer, barely.
“Something” that has yet no name,
But glimpsed in ancient lore and fame.
Who or what or how or why,
Such questions fade away in sigh,
And only Want remains unquenched,
Like lovers unconsummated, wrenched
From their hidden grotto lair
And tossed into the night all bare.
This beacon burns each night anew
As dusk assumes its darker hue;
And Want resumes its evening feast
Upon the immortal sensuous beast…
B.A.L.A.N.C.E
What is balance but a mind-set
A choice, a desire, a goal
Good versus evil
Right versus wrong
Intelligence versus stupidity
Responsibility versus amusement
Chin tilted
Neck strained
Breasts out
Back Arched
Ass tight
Legs apart
Feet braced
Toes curled
An image of beauty
An image of desire
A frame of perfection
And a frame of perception
Eyes wide
Nose straight
Lips parted
Ears open
Nipples peaked
Stomach rippling
Thighs quivering
Calves trembling
A vision of seduction
A vision of submission
The entirety of slave
The entirety of a woman
The entirety of oneself
Balance
~Room101~ {I am sending back the key that let me into bluebeard's study - Sylvia Plath}
Coming upon her in the dark,
Plastic lover in her hand,
Her nakedness made more stark
By the line of light where I stand
In the doorway, smiling wry,
To hear her cry:
A name she said she had forgot.
A toy she said she had never bought
Deep between her bucking thighs.
Her lips filled with moans and sighs.
How many other guys
Would have turned and walked away
Instead of asking her to play?
Angel Princess of Passion
Time has no name, it means nothing
Passion no boundary, all ceases
The ocean is limited, beyond lies color
You will never be mine, this is true
Yet there is a reason for my presence
Your eyes swoon upon me, with caution
I leave you my essence; you know the scent of my passion
My wicked humor, at times none but you understood
My smile brighter than the Sun, awakening your dormant heart
I wish you all that I could not give you
All that you think desire, want, and need
Yet know one thing
I was always at your side
Con Mucho Amor....
Laugh, Learn and Most of all Love...My Way of Life...
Pretty Things
The gown by Alexander McQueen,
Black as night without starlight,
Hiding her skin, sleek and keen
As a knifefight between wrong and right.
Ruby earrings in her lobes,
A ruby pendant beside the globes
Of her ripe breasts a thousand robes
Could not conceal, a million suns cannot reveal
If she chooses not to.
No silver, golden rings,
She does not wear such petty things,
To link her to some other flesh.
Her life’s alone to seldom mesh
And yet her thighs do sometimes part
For a poet with a heart
As pierced with Cupid’s fatal dart
If he chooses to be.
Both these beings, humans, truly
Beneath the moon, beside the sea,
Dance their passions, all unruly,
For the wondering world to see,
Like curious angels without wings.
Such pretty, pretty, pretty things.
Memories!
I can remember, the two of us walking along the grains of sand, tickling between our toes,
The sun descending across the sea, fading beyond the ocean so blue and calm
The beating of my heart, at your side, a shell filled with happiness and love
As we sit down, and stare out into the world beyond... as the darkness of night swallows us up whole within
The Never-Ending Search
I searched, high and low, from the Highlands to the Dover cliffs,
For that one, that special life, to accompany me on my travels,
A second beating heart, smothered in warmth and caring nature,
That would enrichen my lonely life, turning my frown upside down,
But my search continues on, as my years don't grow younger, but older,
Approaching father time, who awaits my final destination of this path I walk upon......
Angel Princess of Passion
Some may think the light is reflection
Others live by the pull of darkness
I choose Color not black, white or gray
When you look into my eyes you see
Color
This is life, breath, passion , magic
Many will never know just what it is
To have all the heart desires, needs
Some may laugh or shun these words
Yet when you think of me, what you see is
Color
This is unique, special, vibrant, alluring
Only the Love that surrounds
The one that glows with glimmering
Color
Holds your thoughts, mind and Soul...
Laugh, Learn and Most of all Love...My Way of Life...
Dark is light and light is dark,
Only perspective makes them stark;
There is no contrast in the mix,
No deceptive magician's tricks.
Kisses naturally turn to licks,
Flames set fire to the coldest wicks.
Like the tides beneath the moon,
Passions move and make us swoon;
Or climb heights we thought weren't there,
Strip our bodies and souls bare.
We are playthings for desire
And to devotions always aspire.
Will you give a climax cry
Flood a rivulet down his thigh,
When the passionate peak is nigh
And let at last your wings to fly?
Angel Princess of Passion
Farewell your eyes said in silence
As our time has come, smile
It was divine, to feel so much
In such little time
You roam sweet pastures
While gazelles jump far
Time seems to pass too quick
Our “Love” was OURS
We had it all yet not enough
To save our souls from the dark
Behave mi poeta, find what
You seek and it will bring you
Memories of ME…
Laugh, Learn and Most of all Love...My Way of Life...
I sit here and look at your gift to me,
And I wonder just how we came to be.
Whenever I need you, you always are there
But feel when you need me, you have to ask where?
What plan did God have to make two a we?
So different, yet somehow, God truly blessed me.
You have been there for me when I needed to share.
Just how did this happen to such an odd pair?
Not sitting in judgment, but when I let go
You’re still my friend; I’ll just never know.
You comfort, advise me, open my mind with a dare
To think and to grow, our gift is so rare
Two people who could have just walked away,
Two ships in the night, then God had his say.
He put us together, made both of us care
Just drawn to each other, this unlikely pair!
Happiness left my soul
My body
No one can console
Happiness left my heart
My laughter
Could no longer start
Happiness left my skin
My inspiration
Refuse to come back in
Please hear my plea
My Muse
Come back to me
Sunlight left my room
My walls
Dark as doom
Sunlight left those eyes
My feelings
Taken by surprise
Sunlight left the battle
My hopes
They fall to crumble
Please hear my plea
My Muse
Come back to me
Music left my ears
My mind
Holds many fears
Music left one last note
My insanity
Is quivering in my throat
Music left to no return
My desire
No longer a concern
Please hear my plea
My Muse
Come back to me
Give them a cup
And they'll ask for a pint.
Say there's no more
And they'll think it a slight.
Give them some food
And they'll hunger for more.
Tell them they're rude
and they'll even the score.
Charity given
in noble cause,
Credits the giver
but antipathy draws.
Is there ever enough
to sate those that take?
When so often it ends
as a grotesque mistake?
So why do we do it?
Why open the door
And give from our larder
When we know they'll want more?
But look into the eyes
Of a desperate soul
The fear and the pain
And it's terrible toll.
Can then we cast blame
On them for their needs?
When in truth were the same
And judged by our deeds?
Purveyor of Poetry & Porn
Opinions And Advice
People always offer opinions and advice,
As to what you should or shouldn’t do,
Though they can barely manage themselves,
They seem to know what’s best for you.
An old friend offers relationship advice,
As he talks about his latest divorce,
He always blames his latest ex-wife,
And I just nod and say “But, of course.”
Another friend offers financial advice,
Talking stocks and bonds on the phone,
I’d probably take him a bit more seriously,
If he didn’t call to ask for a loan.
A neighbor came over the other day,
Bragging about her new diet,
If she wasn’t still 400 pounds herself,
Perhaps I would like to try it.
Another comes over to share with me,
Their latest sure-fire scheme to get rich,
It’ll be something totally different next week,
And they’ll be back with a whole new pitch.
Whether who to vote for, or what to wear,
Or to what church I really should go,
Where I should live, or what I should eat,
They always act like they know.
It’s amazing how people see problems in others,
Without knowing that much about me,
But somehow the problems in their own lives,
Are something they can’t really see.
07-14-12b.
Just wrote this off the cuff for this thread:
Elusive soul mate
The depths that you touched
The chapter is now closed
But my soul you once brushed
Pleasures and passion
A collision so rushed
A memory that lingers
Of whispers now hushed
Affinity so sweet
Put to the test
The desire once quenched
Becomes an unwelcome guest
Expressions of love
We no longer will confess
Gone our separate ways
Was surely for the best
Melancholy remnants
Lurking in my mind
I remember you always
As passionate and kind
A union like ours
Makes lovers blind
To love that fiercely
Makes parting unkind
Sorry that I met you
That I cannot say
The magic we shared
Was not destined to stay
Hearts are forever changed
In a deep and profound way
Although it brought sorrow
It was worth the price I had to pay
Ever was a time so pure
That of wind took a turn
The softest breeze I cannot endure
To you I mustn't return
Wont let the slightest dare
Dreading fear has overtaken
Every move without a care
Devouring the innocent once bitten
Turning the deepest dark
Surrender hauling me in
Clash against the ground unto a spark
There is much more within
The power to rise has came
Once, but not twice a sight
A new chapter has became
Showering crowds with down reaching despite
I cry thankful with heart felt ache
My appreciation I wont revoke
For God's Sake,
Only to realize I had just awoke
My soul mate in life was a good man named Ron.
I cherished and loved him, but now he is gone.
Our love was so special, so tender, so deep.
Then one night without warning, he passed in his sleep.
How we met was so funny, just lust at first sight.
Not so very long after, he stayed through the night.
The lust turned to caring, then grew into love.
We were so good together, like a hand and a glove.
We had thunder at times, but also had passion.
How much my heart raced in a very quick fashion.
Whenever we touched, I doubt he ever quite knew.
My soul mate, my lover, best friend; teacher too.
Through the years both together, though not husband and wife.
He put up with my antics, then just left this life.
Gone was the life we had shared, bringing joy to each other.
But returned for a minute, a great gift from the Father.
Said he was sorry he left me, just so sudden as this,
He was sad and was worried, said goodbye with a kiss.
Then on hearing a bell ring, asked if I would be fine.
Going back to the Father, said don’t cry and don’t pine.
Now a flower, a puppy, and two girls who’re just silly;
Have helped heal the pain though it’s been rocky and hilly.
Captured my heart and my soul, causing my spirits to soar.
I was just locked in my grief, now they’ve opened the door.
Never knowing if feeling would again fill my heart.
There’s also been others, each having a part.
Helping me to recover, from the hurt and the pain.
Shown the path to the future, to feel love again.
So I just want to tell him that I'll be okay
Moving back to the living, though just day by day.
I know I’ll wake up one morn and suddenly see
My future, the roadway, and God’s good plan for me.
My soul mate in life was a good man named Ron.
I cherished and loved him, but now he is gone.
Our love was so special, so tender, so deep.
Then one night without warning, he passed in his sleep.
How we met was so funny, just lust at first sight.
Not so very long after, he stayed through the night.
The lust turned to caring, then grew into love.
We were so good together, like a hand and a glove.
We had thunder at times, but also had passion.
How much my heart raced in a very quick fashion.
Whenever we touched, I doubt he ever quite knew.
My soul mate, my lover, best friend; teacher too.
Through the years both together, though not husband and wife.
He put up with my antics, then just left this life.
Gone was the life we had shared, bringing joy to each other.
But returned for a minute, a great gift from the Father.
Said he was sorry he left me, just so sudden as this,
He was sad and was worried, said goodbye with a kiss.
Then on hearing a bell ring, asked if I would be fine.
Going back to the Father, said don’t cry and don’t pine.
Now a flower, a puppy, and two girls who’re just silly;
Have helped heal the pain though it’s been rocky and hilly.
Captured my heart and my soul, causing my spirits to soar.
I was just locked in my grief, now they’ve opened the door.
Never knowing if feeling would again fill my heart.
There’s also been others, each having a part.
Helping me to recover, from the hurt and the pain.
Shown the path to the future, to feel love again.
So I just want to tell him that I'll be okay
Moving back to the living, though just day by day.
I know I’ll wake up one morn and suddenly see
My future, the roadway, and God’s good plan for me.
Angel Princess of Passion
A Wish Granted by Lady Moon
I was walking alone Lady Moon high above
Guiding my steps leading the way
The sky was dark black as tar
The only light was her shimmering Love
She looked at me with a watchful eye
As I sat on the sand, hands covering my face
Distraught and restless, as I cried
My Heart was empty, sad and worn
My days were null and full of pain
My Soul was shattered and torn
My nights were sleepless and in vain
My eyes quickly changed from hazel to green
As sadness and grief overwhelmed me
The Moon being the generous Lady she is
Granted me a heartfelt wish
For she listened to my plea of finding just one
One that would understand and cherish my Love
This One would be Kind, Loving, Compassionate and True
And so She traveled thorough the sky, across the ocean wide
With a twist and many turns, led my steps to You
Lady Moon now smiles each night as my eyes are no longer green
She is joyous as I am too
For my wish of finding a Soul like You, has come true.
Laugh, Learn and Most of all Love...My Way of Life...
Purveyor of Poetry & Porn
Wrote a poem today...first in a while actually...
Political Banter...
Once again it’s that time of year,
When political banter seems the rage.
When otherwise normal people,
Try to come off as some worldly sage.
I have friends who are really nice folks,
Any other time of the year.
But, once they start with the political rants,
I really don’t want them near.
Of course, their views are always right,
How could it be any other way?
And you too could be right like them,
If you just listen to what they say.
Some people take it all quite seriously,
And engage in rather spirited exchange.
As if convincing all their Facebook friends,
Will bring about a world of change.
But the more I hear all this political banter,
The more it makes me think.
That the only party I want to join,
Is one where I can get a drink.
10-07-12.
To those who scorn porn
In any way, shape or form
Let it doubly and doobly be said
I really don't care
Cuz you're unaware
And probably boring in bed.
I’ve always heard the hungry howl of paper waiting to be fed;
Waiting for perfect, sublime words to fill it up.
The paper has been calling my name since I was young;
Tempting, tantalizing, taunting me to write.
I started with silly stories about princesses and super-heros
Saving the day and leaving their mark on the world.
Like a seed I grew, expanding my horizons.
All the time, I avoided poetry like the plague.
Poetry was dangerous; daunting.
It was never my cup of tea; never appealing.
My first taste of poetry was Dr. Suess.
I always thought he was crazy.
My second bite of poetry was Shel Silverstein.
He made me laugh, but it got annoying quick.
They say the third time’s a charm,
And for me, it was.
Robert Frost intrigued me with ‘The Road Not Taken’.
I started to see the true beauty of words.
I realized that poetry was words in their most admirable form.
I began to feel something stirring inside of me
Like a monster wanting out of its cage.
I felt the seed of poetry planting itself inside me,
And I watered it everyday.
It’s still growing, still blooming;
Being nurtured by the metaphors of Emily Dickinson
And the breathtaking words of Shakespeare;
Two people made immortal because of their words.
I hope to be like them one day;
To be immobilized in print;
Leaving my mark in society
Like the super-heros in the stories I wrote when I was young.
Angel Princess of Passion
Come to me, I miss you
I miss your touch, your kiss
Listen to my pleas, dry my tears
I forgive your absence, I understand
I welcome you with blazing desire
I am here, this is your home
My heart is yours, keep it safe
Keep it away from despair
Protect it for it belongs to you
I look into the night sky
Stars become jewels
These fall into my arms
As you fly high and far
Know that this Lady awaits
Your much celebrated return
My body aches while you are away
Moans muffled by darkness
Whimpers swallowed by grief
Alas I see you come, walking to me
My smile brightens as mi amor is here
Opening your arms out to me
I run to you and melt within your Love
Laugh, Learn and Most of all Love...My Way of Life...
Hey beautiful, sensual babe"
A deep, probing question for lovely you
My inquiring mind truly wants to know
What you'd do if I put my manhood deep inside of you?
For real, this milk chocolate, sexy warrior
Who stands in wonder as to what you would do
...If I parted your legs and feasted on your core?
Playing about your pussy lips...gently with my fingertips
Making your wet, creamy silky kitty cream
Responding to my touch, your mouth opens as if to scream
Fervently sucking your swollen clit
Bursting forth from within your ample folds
I taste your nectar upon my tongue
It copiously drips from deep within that beautiful hole....
Until your redy for me to take you whole
Our Lights merging like to two souls
I wonder of your answer...honest and clear in view
What you'll do if I stick my long manhood deep nside of you?""
I have been Noble
I have been Base.
I've been promiscuous
and I have been chaste.
I am proud
and I am vain
but I do shirk not
from others pain.
I am a flawed and weakened man
I am mortal after all.
I’ve put myself on a pedestal
only to fail, stumble and fall.
But each day I rise from bed
determined to make a change.
Striving in each to better myself
and earn my place upon the stage
So forgive me all my vanities
and my imperfect ways,
and cast aside the judgments
made against me in other days.
For I’ve listened to the ancient words
that were whispered by the Sage
and in thoughtful contemplation
I’ve written his wisdom upon my page
But I have found no insight of my own
with which to earn his praise.
So I strive to find the original thought
that still eludes my gaze.
The one creative impulse
that could change the land.
I feel it near, and it remains so close
yet is still beyond my hand.
do you like me today?
do you like when i giggle?
when i sit on your lap
do you like me to wiggle?
come kiss my mouth.
come and be my best friend.
there's much more to our life.
i don't want it to end.
Testing the water...
Squeezed
A moment? Quite so
Squeezed
A connection? Of course
Squeezed
A Dialogue, why yes and eagerly so
Squeezed
A monologue, frequently anticipated
Squeezed
A request, renounced
Squeezed
Regret? Indubitably
Squeezed
A page turned, undeniable and nevertheless
Squeezed...
I am sorry I couldn't give you what you need
A warm place of security trust and heat
I am sorry I couldn't convince you of my love..
You thought there were others when there was no one else above..
I am sorry I wasn't good enough
That I couldn't satisfy you when things were good or rough...
I am sorry we waisted so much time
When all I wanted was for you to be mine...
I am sorry you felt injustice was done..
You were raging cranky the you would be gone...
I am sorry I couldn't change those moods..
Now matter how hard I tried or what I did you stayed alone in the dark woods..
I am sorry you then didn't believe a word I say
I am sorry you ultimately felt the need to push me away
I dread these reasons why we part
I will always love you with my heart...
