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Scarlet Letters

Finding the balance the balance of syntax and symantics for the words of love..

I am the unsent scarlet letter. Tucked somewhere between Revelations and Acts In her family bible. The one you don't subscribe to. Worn at the edges, Handwriting faded...and still looking for a stamp or a lightening bolt from the heavens. Cut me and you will see All the things you have ever wanted to say but were too afraid (to hurt, to risk, to untie your arms). Because...Read On

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Perfect Dream

I love our afternoon naps. The sleeping is restful, but it’s not the best part. It’s waking up next to you, but before you do. Your dark hair partially covers your sweet face. Brushing it gently away, and an angel appears. As you lay on your tummy, dreaming, snoring softly. I feel so lucky to have you as part of my life. Pulling the sheet back off of your shoulders. ...Read On

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Quietly, I Exit

A Rondelet Poem

Satisfaction... our darkness illuminated ...satisfaction... I smile, inhale and sit jaded. The light bounces off of your skin, beasts released from deep within. Satisfaction! I needed that. My smoke dances through the still air. I needed that. The love made nothing to laugh at - my mind thinking back, recalling... The times when I’ve let go are rare, I needed that. ...Read On

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Just A Picture

You don’t know what it does to me; Getting exactly what I want to see. Your dreamy eyes and strong jaw line; They make me wet and the temperature climbs. All I do is ask and you always give; Every moment with you I want to relive. You make me want you all of the time; Anything I want you will do to be mine. I want to feel every part of you; With my hungry eyes drink in that view. ...Read On

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Every Time - Redux

I miss you. You left, as you should, with every right and every reason. And asked me to find my answers. I expected the pain, but not the loneliness. This time, it made sense, and it feels right. Except... I wish that it had ended differently somehow I wish that it would hurt my heart less somehow I wish that it would all make more sense somehow. Every time I remember your...Read On

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Your Surrender

Inspired by a submissive angel

You will surrender to me Not by my restraints… Nor my force But your own sinful needs Your dark fantasy awaiting When you surrender to me Your game of playing naive, now over My playful whore Wanting eyes tell more Hidden desires Cold steel… warming thighs Cut lingerie falling to the floor The light of reality blackened The silk veil snug and tight ...Read On

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The Red Brassierre

for my friend, with apologies to William Carlos Williams

so much depends upon a red lace brassierre on a bare torso above the white skirting. ...Read On

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You Are Mine

A slaves sensual bondage

Stripped bare every little hair stands up on end. The ropes restraining you pull at your skin. All you see is blackness as your heart pounds. Fingers are running all over your body. Lingering and caressing every intimate part. Her breath on your neck you don’t know what’s next. Teeth nip at you then the lash of the whip. Whispering in your ear, right now you are mine. Warm...Read On

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Visit in the Dark

You slip inside my bed one night. I smell your scent, take in your sight. You hum welcome; I kiss hello. Our naked bods slide to and fro. I lick your skin. You taste so sweet, I grin and groan beneath the sheet. Breezes of want surge into gust. Our passion swells on waves of lust. I shift around to sixty-nine. Me tasting yours; you tasting mine. Hot breaths of hunger fill the night Moans...Read On

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The Brand of Rose Madder

The romance of a simple kiss..

And a quick pulse deepens in the sheltered arbor of a dream. And in it, I watch you sleeping in my bed. Rhythmic muscled rise and fall Of a mans soft, deep breathing. The sharp lean edge of a well defined jaw. The angular planes. The memory by rote. I lean in and quietly watch. Spying the pulse beat at your neck. Concentric waves of seisms trembles along the shaded vellum of your...Read On

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Slave Boy

Adrenalin rushing through my veins; Something is familiar but is not the same. A lust, a desire that burns flesh and bone; Buried deep inside I am never alone. Feeling the texture of your skin; Relax, open up and let me in. Your sweet spot I soon will find; Do things to you that will blow your mind. Addicted you are to the sound of my voice; As I moan in your ear you’ve made your...Read On

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The Dilatory Replies of Ruby

The life of a not so secret mistress..

There could never be a Silver Bullet Quite efficient enough for the likes of Scarlett. She would have already calculated angle, trajectory and speed For the most efficient of her brontide crescendos. The reducing flame for Cadmium is grey and opaque. How fitting. So just what will be the final heart stopper to the trilogy? Will dandy Rhett be left to take his southern...Read On

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Words

Feel what words do to you as I feel your love of their effects

Words can be hold or withhold power,  hold or give pleasure,  create arousal beyond physical means. From thoughts and desires expressed,  and your hands,   your fingers becom words' slave,   for through my words,   printed on the actions of your fingers,  the movement of your hips,  the press of your aroused clit against a pillow,  the delightful filling of a shape within,  or the sweet...Read On

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Lavender Interrupted

For Francisco...never forget.

If you remember just one thing.... Remember when she spoke your name In seven different voices. Delicate as an apple blossom. As if you were not flesh and bone But starlight and a million different shades of lavender. Remember her tongue on your skin Lingering to melt the snowflakes. And you may melt a little more Every time you think of her. Dark night blue Is the...Read On

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It couldn't have been different.

It is what it is and could not have been different.

You are my love and I yours. I could speak your names but to what end? I write this not to you but for you. Since I am of the hoi polloi I must speak to them as you deign not to. I speak to them of love, far beyond and yet within the flesh they celebrate; our love is so pure, even within its bawdy lust full of moans, gasps and dirty sheets. We are distant in space ...Read On

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That's Not What I Want Tonight

He's decided to change the status quo

You know who I am The man inside, the real me The loving man that you’ve grown to care for And cherish, yes and even love You say I’m a giver A guy who loves and serves others well That I’m a tender yet driven warrior And for all of that I am thankful I’m thankful for your perspective For your kindnesses toward me But tonight, my dear It will be different Because ...Read On

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Lisa II

Another view of Lisa

I see her again, a cardinal in the snow. Wild black hair is tufted up  beneath her hard hat. Layers of flannel and Carhart swathe her against the cold. Steel-toed jack boots stir dust and dance across gulches of debris. Gloved hands tear down and best a pounding jack hammer. Dark eyes glint behind shades even as her smile sparkles me. Will her eyes see through me ...Read On

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Treaty of Taonga

Because the dance of words can be as erotic as sex itself..

And I rage for Tino Rangitiratanga How strange it is that I remember a line I read so very long ago. "Bees in Mykanos hum in a minor chord" And I am still here in this unsteady place of ebony water and bull kelp. From where I stand with spine to rope, I catch her in the act. Head tossed to a throaty warble- eyes closed- Undisturbed by silence or squall, undisturbed by the...Read On

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If I Know You

The man reflects on the sensual contrast between his wife and the woman he really wants...

If I know you As we were about to leave for a date night And I told you how I preferred that sexy skirt to your skin tight jeans You’d smile and in the blink of an eye you would change it for me If I know you As we entered the establishment And you felt every eye on your gorgeous form Every man and every woman Just eating up your beauty, you’d grow markedly excited ...Read On

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Why Not?

Lovers separated in space and time reunite occasionally - for Ruby.

She is not dead, far from it. She is in love, but the pains of her days are the grim reminder that she is not dead. She lies upon a bier to not feel the memories of loves lost or unrequited, shallow sex without love, betrayal and abandonment. The daily grind of her motherly chores and the nagging weakness in her blood and bones are the canvas upon which she paints any joy...Read On

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Sunshine Cemetery (irina, love: 2)

A lover meets a stranger and reflects on new love

(a companion-piece to my poem "Slight Effort") * * * * * * * A good girl free from sin may roam wild as a deer ’mong moldy stones and fear not the corpse’s clammy clutch bursting through the moistened muck-- Why, just as I approached the car intent to fetch the camera there lurched, then froze, some furry creature-- possum, rat, mole, hedgehog, beaver-- A ginormous thing! Then it...Read On

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Ginger Snap

A foray into the world of linguistic erotica...

I want you most when the she wolf howls a savage song of lust and longing. When thunder detonates my core Fusillades and salvos slam my weak defences. I want you most When wild and pelting rain licks and stings my skin trailing liquid tongues of ecstasy When lightening bursts in atmospheric tandem with passion and release to vanquish the need I want you most when the...Read On

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Paris Will Never Be The Same

More of a lost love poem than a love poem...where is Paris anyway?

I returned to Paris as in days gone by, Now that I’m here, I’m not sure why, For the city that once felt like home, Is a joyless place when you’re alone. I can’t help but recall the older days, Of sipping wine in corner cafes, Romantic dinners by candle light, That lasted well into the night. The walks along the river Seine, Huddled together against the rain, Hand in hand we’d stroll...Read On

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Daisies and Anal Buttercups

Getting back to simple, homely delights

(with thanks to Lainey, who offhandedly inspired the title) * * * * * * * Good God! Katy Perry in another latex dress: at least she’s had the decency to dye her hair, not just another disco wig. I’d be more impressed if she learned to sing or write, though. Even "Just Dance," if you call that dancing, what pop tarts try to do. You think I’d go clubbing like that? Oops, not a chance,...Read On

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Do You Trust Me?

I wonder if she’ll ever give herself fully to me...

The water trickles down my back The cold tile presses on my knees Gathering your sweet nectar into my mouth My lovely girl to please My tongue longs to drive deeper And yet deeper still Your hands reach to assist me Pulling me onto your hardened pill Now I hold your cheeks for leverage As your finger joins the song I move down from your button And your come, it lasts...Read On

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Eating at the Y

this woman's invitation to feast on her

a woman's desire I'm Looking to spread the Y And invite some lucky guy To feast on my hairy pie. Come on in and slip it in All you ladies and you men Taste me once but not the end. I open to you my Y Taste my sexy hairy pie You'll want more you lucky guy . Cocks and tongues find a home here So all gals and guys come near So spread me wide and see clear. I open to you my Y So...Read On

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Pillow Talk

Gentle nibbles prelude the whisper in your ear… Spoken words of lust, the kind you love to hear. In awe of your beauty from head to toes Fingers start to move soft, start to move slow. Expert lines draw down towards your hips Before a detour back to those ample Tits. Hands now massage the firm warm skin, Soft strokes of each breast, again and again. Electricity builds, you...Read On

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From across the room

From across the room I spy you comfortably leaning against the wall. Your curvy body is deliciously sculpted. With only one thing on my mind, I carefully weave through the crowd like a lion in the savanna. I find a place adjacent to you. Your wooden perfume softly brushes my senses. A symphony of memories and emotions. Slowly, I begin to lose control. Compelled, my hand...Read On

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Feel my touch

Feel my touch

I hurl to your heart, straight  A kiss that touches no lip  Yet heats your skin no less  Than when my kiss you sip Feel my touch,   my hands burning on your skin,   wanting you in lusty silence,   just to let me in Let me into you secret places,  where the fire burns so bright,   desire lighting up the darkness,   taking away the last of night Cause I dream the things you say  I desire...Read On

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Fried

This is for a girl on here, who I really want to confess my love to, but I can't find the balls to do it. I really love her, and I have no idea if she know I do, and if she does, I hope it doesn't freak her out. If you are her, and you are reading this, I love you, and you will always have my heart. I know it sounds crazy, but I can feel it in my heart. Okay and now I will stop babbling so...Read On