Beside me

alluring and beckoning

your body is

luscious and sweet  

your  mouth is 

radiant and lustful

your eyes are

glistening and seductive

your thighs are

beside me

you are perfect

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Love found me

you give me strength with a squeeze


of your hand, a warm embrace

you give me joy with your presence 

undivided, focus solely on me       


in moments like these, the greatest thrill 

is when you hold me close and 


whisper that you are happy with me


i am happy

love found me

Author's note:         Thanks to everyone visiting and leaving comments in the blog.  I appreciate it.   Have a wonderful weekend~


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Unforgettable

Your body bare and wonderful before me

Writhing exquisitely upon your lover,

Hips firm and straddled

As you slowly make love.

Room dim, the music pumps emphatically

Still you sway to your own rhythm.

Aware of my presence,

Yet oblivious

Blissfully accepting of my gaze.

Long hair cascades over your brow

Partially concealing your face,

But none of your pleasure.

Casting a sideways glance

You look deeply into me,

And at this moment we're no longer strangers.

I sweep the dark mane aside

To see the story in your eyes

Bursts of light that dance within

Fade in the sunset of your eyelids

As he moves within you.

My God you're beautiful.

You take my hand in yours

And place it on the smooth orb of your bottom

I seek out every inch of you here,

Your back, your shoulders.

Muscles tighten and release in response

As you move beneath my touch,

And upon his.

Raising yourself slightly

You silently invite me to explore the nearest breast.

I knead it, soft and warm beneath my fingers.

My arousal mounts.

Everything surrounding melts away

Leaving only our bodies, our desire.

Yet seemingly as soon as it began it's over.

Days have passed as mere seconds

And I play you continuously in my mind

Forever captivated

By this vision of you.

Author's Note:   Thank you Barry for this beautiful poem.   I hope you like the picture ~ 

Poem credit:      Guest blogger ~  Barry (link to his blogs)
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Forbidden Fruit

i take a bite of red apple
from your proffered hands,
juice flowing out my lips 

lifting veil from eyes 

i see 
my naked soul
body bare, yet free
you,
temptress in red lace 

tongue swallowing,

sharp tang of passion

bitter sweet grief

engulf my chest, 
energy flowing  

as tingling awareness  
of knowledge 

consume   
me, 
you, 
and 
our choices in life 

peering closely at the 
apple, i realize it is
the forbidden fruit

from the tree of 
knowledge

holding your hand, 
i lead us out

Garden of Eden.




Author's Note:  I revised this post when I read about the prompt of Adam and Eve in the Gooseberry Garden.   Poetry Picnic Week 1 : Adam and Eve

Sweet taste

you
are 
sweeter
than  
honey


smoother  
than
white 
wine


i 
want 
to
taste 

all

of

you








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Lady's treat

tonight
you said it is the lady's choice
so i said, i want it fast and furious 
then take me slowly and smoothly


mmm.....on second thoughts....
i think i want to take my time 
to play with you instead  


slowly and smoothly at first
then fast and furious
i said it is going to be the lady's treat
tonight

                 

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My sleeping pill

my legs are twitching
my arms feel so heavy
i can't slip into oblivion 
as  a thousand thoughts
are whirling in my mind


i know the best remedy for this
as i gently pull down the bed cover  
i slowly trail my fingertips 
along your shapely back, your thighs 
lightly waking you up to awareness


your lips curve in a knowing smile
as your hands touch me where i ache the most
so rock me gently now
slowly and deliciously like a dream
drive away all my thoughts except for this


i need my shot of passion
that only you can give me
oh such bliss, a heady potent is your love
that i fall into a sweet slumber in your arms
with a smile in my face




you are my sleeping pill 






Author's Note:   Hope everyone had a good weekend.  I had a lovely time in NY during these past days.   Thanks to everyone visiting my blog and writing comments.   I appreciate it.  

Enraptured

i

am

enraptured

as

you

take

me

higher

inch

by

inch.

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Glowing

i

am
straining
bursting
glowing




when
you
give
me
your
full
attention





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Missing her

I enjoyed reading this story and thought it would make a nice backgrounder for my poetry.   Story from here ~ credit to hot-hips.tumblr

there were things he tried to forget about her. the sweet skin, the soft-bitten pout, her voice at night and her hair in the morning. he never could forget, but the immediacy of the feelings gradually lessened, became less real, until he clung to a silent, scentless ghost.

this would be easier for him to deal with if he didn’t keep finding her bobby pins tucked quietly into obscure little crevices of his graying apartment. he could swear sometimes she had been there while he slept, tiptoeing barefoot through the rooms and leaving pieces of herself for him to find. the apartment sometimes smelled like the banana pancakes she used to make.

yes, it would be easier without the bobby pins, and if he could rub out the streak of red nail polish on the bathroom tile. the polish she had been wearing the first time they made love, ravenous for each other but nervous in the way you get nervous before you ask a stranger their name. they had been tangled together all night, drifting now and then into sleep and then reawakening to gentle but insistent nudges, pushes, teeth on skin, hands on ribs or lower. in the morning they were exhausted but vibrant while they laughed over banana pancakes and coffee with hazelnut creamer.

the entire apartment reminded him of her constantly, and just when he thought he had numbed the sore spots in his heart, her silent ghost would come out of hiding and demand, scream to be noticed, missed, longed for.

one night she had confessed, half given to sleep and with whiskey-heavy eyelids, that she never missed people, only missed knowing that they wanted her. she could break a million hearts, with her golden legs and thin fingers and caramel hair, but she would never be happy unless she knew she was a part of their everyday routine even after she left. so she left souvenirs for each of her lovers. she needed to know that they thought of her every time they walked past the sofa with the shredded arm rest from her wild, passionate climax, every time they ran a finger over the crack in the porcelain sink from the fight that had birthed the angry, all-night carnal wrestling match and ended in two lions sleeping, curled into each other, exhausted and surrendered.

that was all the red mark on his bathroom floor really was. a daily reminder. she had left her mark, deep down where his blood and his bones tried to rest. he sat staring one day at the red on the white tile, remembering fondly the way that she would walk around the apartment with her toes stretched apart while the polish set, rocking on her heels and cursing when she stumbled or hit her toe on the corner of a chair.

he tried to remind himself not to think of her so fondly, and tried to force himself to remember her as a monster, a collector of broken hearts. this didn’t kill the hurt, but it made it a different kind of hurt. he found that shifting the pressure, like rocking from one leg to the other, allowed him to survive, day to day, going through the sick sad motions that made his world go round.

but he found that no matter how hard he tried, he could not maintain the thought of her as a monster. she may have broken his heart, but he knew that hers had been broken for always. she was a fire-blown girl, reckless as an ocean storm, bullheaded and passionate, but her heart was the quiet rock washing away beneath her thundering tide. he knew she didn’t break his heart for the joy of it. the only way she knew to survive was to steal hearts just to make sure she could, to make sure that she was worth loving and worth missing.

the ache stirred further in his heart remembering all the nights she cried and told him how worthless she felt. he could never comfort her. her only comfort came in leaving, and knowing that somebody missed her so desperately.

still she moves through the world, inviting herself into the arms of people she’s determined to make miss her. and he, he still loves her, and he still aches, but he understands. he dreams of her eyelashes and stares at the red nail polish ‘til it turns blue.

~~~~*~~~~*~~~~

oh, how you loved me so ardently


your kisses were harder
your embrace tighter
your words were sweeter
your moans louder 


searing this memory,
this precious time, 
in my mind.
 

how was i to know 
this was your way of saying




                   goodbye



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My best friend

who says that best friends

can't be partners, & lovers too?

when i am sad or depressed,

you cheer me on, giving me the  

adrenaline to run a marathon.   


when i am fearful and scared
you give me the courage to

reach out and touch the sky.  

when i am anxious and doubtful

you lift me up and make me feel

that i am a woman worth fighting for.


when i am sceptical of myself
you said that you love the 
woman that I am ...and that I am becoming.

and i love it best when we

fight and argue with passion

because we make up just as hard

and fast as we like to do.

there is no else i will show my heart,  

share all my secrets and dreams 

than my best friend, my lover 

and very soon,

my lifelong partner....

Author's Note:     I am probably getting sentimental because we will be attending my cousin's wedding next week in NY.   It is long overdue so I am really happy for her.  I just hope the NY weather will be bright and sunny.   Thanks to everyone visiting my blog.

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On Top

i love it when my man
believes i am a woman of strength

worthy of his precious time; 
he hears my firm voice
though it is in a whisper.
he allows me room
to explore my passion
and push boundaries  
even on unchartered waters. 


it is just as well that my man
is also a strong confident person.



so tonight,

i am going to tackle
and pin him down
underneath me.


I just want to be

on top

of his world.

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Wet Dreams

i dreamt of you
last night
your beautiful wet body
all mine to touch




how you writhed in ecstasy  
as i kissed your softness
how your hands gripped 
my back as i drove you 
senseless into sheer bliss.   



don't wake me up too soon
you are my perfect lover
if only in my        dreams.  










Author's Note:   I love a man's back, among other things . 


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