The Flute... (Let Me In)
i am the flute,
fashioned of skin and bone.
waiting for the soft feel of your lips,
and the hot breath of your desire.
i am the cup,
made of memory and ache.
that only the waters of your being,
can fill!
i am the lantern,
left covered in the shed.
that only the hunger of your soul,
can light!
i am the raindrop,
clinging to the windowpane
of your secret need...
open the window, let me in!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Skin Deep
[verse 1]
Sometimes I feel lost
In a sea of insecurity
That rages inside of me
So terribly caught
And the waves of self-rejection
Make me question my ability
(pre-chorus)
But there's a fire that always burns
And there's a voice inside
And all it wants is tobe heard
[chorus]
'Cause beyond skin deep
There's so much more to see
My hopes, my dreams designed with destiny
I was fashioned with passion
A burning desire to know the One who made me more
He made me more than skin deep
'Cause I am more, I am more than skin deep
So much more
[verse 2]
It's so hard to change
When we are captive to ourselves
Always thirsty for something else
But free or enslaved
We are sons, we are daughters
Called out by the Father's name
(pre-chorus)
So take the fire and let it burn
Unleash the voice inside
'Cause everyone needs to be heard
[chorus]
Beyond skin deep
There's so much more to see
Our hopes, our dreams designed with destiny
We were fashioned with passion
A burning desire to know the One who made us more
He made us more than skin deep
'Cause we are more, we are more than skin deep
So much more
[bridge]
We are more than the future
We are more than the past
We were made to bring glory
Given souls that will last
We are more than our bodies
We are more than the grave
We were brought by His blood
And from ourselves we've been saved
[chorus]
Beyond skin deep
There's so much more to see
Our hopes, our dreams designed with destiny
We were fashioned with passion
A burning desire to know the One who made us more
He made us more than skin deep
'Cause we are more, we are more than skin deep
So much more
We are more than the future
We are more than the past
We were made to bring glory
Given souls that will last
song performed by by ZoeGirl
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Touch (Love Poem)
In my arms you are safe tonight,
I feel your breath warm and soft,
Your heart beating fast, a memory
Of passion past and my fingers that
Traced a pattern on your skin, soft,
A gentle loving touch becomes the
Afterglow of lovers’ quenched desire.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Ache, Ache, Ache
Stay calm
Put your mask of indifferent
Stay in control
You have gone through the worse
Stand tall
Throw the pain to the wall
Spread the smile
Even to deceive a little longer
Before it consumes you
And ache, ache, ache
Before it defeat you
With ache, ache, ache
Whisper you to break
For ache, ache, ache
Pushing you to the world
Full ache, ache, ache
Keep moving
Your body needs the adrenaline
Keep struggling
You don't want to end here
Glare angrily
It's better than being a hopeless
Act strongly
Do not let it weakens your will
Because it starts throbbing
An ache, ache, ache
Because you don't need pity
Though ache, ache, ache
They waiting you to fall
By ache, ache, ache
And wish you to slowly die
In ache, ache, ache
Focus on your duty
Forget other unnecessary mind
Carry your burden
Even you have to endure it forever
Brace the inevitable
Never let anything get you down
Give up is losing
Whatever left for you to own
But it keeps reminding you
Till ache, ache, ache
But it rounds you to the corner
To ache, ache, ache
You don't know where comes
This ache, ache, ache
And how to stop or numb
The ache, ache, ache
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Desire
I desire everything you are,
the sun, the moon, you're my shining star.
I smell the perfume of your hair
and my desire is beyond compare.
I feel your lips when they touch mine.
To me they are like sippimg wine.
I drink you in. I feel your breath.
I'll desire you until my death.
I desire everything you are.
My time with you has healed a scar
upon my heart that came to me
before I knew what love could be.
I touch the smoothness of your skin
and my desire creates this mood I'm in.
My passion becomes a burning flame
and overtakes all sense of shame.
For me there is no shame, my love.
There's only sweet desire.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Return
Return often and take me,
beloved sensation, return and take me --
when the memory of the body awakens,
and an old desire runs again through the blood;
when the lips and the skin remember,
and the hands feel as if they touch again.
Return often and take me at night,
when the lips and the skin remember...
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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Skin Deep
You came on to me a house of fire
One look was all it took for my desire
Im still burnin
Its the middle of the night
I need something
That can make me feel alright as I go
Chorus:
Skin deep-to the bone
Every time I see your face
Skin deep-to the bone
Tellin me that Im in trouble
S.o.s
Im in distress-tonight
Knock knock in the dark-what will I find
Your eyes-hypnotize-but can they read my mind
Watch your step now
Were gettin closer to the edge
This is dangerous
And all the lights are flashing red as I go
Chorus:
Skin deep-to the bone
Every time I see your face I go
Skin deep-to the bone
Tellin me that Im in trouble
Skin deep-to the bone
Every time I hear your voice I go
Skin deep-to the bone
Tellin me that Im in trouble
Too far gone
Cant hold on-tonight-not tonight
Im still burnin
Its the middle of the night
I need someone
Who can make me feel alright as I go
Chorus (part of both)
song performed by by Cher
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ALZHEIMER'S ZONG(for my old pal Al)
'The soul bone's
connected to the heart bone! '
'The heart bone's
connected to the mind bone! '
'The mind bone's
connected to the bone bone! '
'The bone bone's
connected to the thought bone! '
'The Thought bone's
connected to the Time bone! '
'The Time bone's
connected to the memory bone! '
'The memory bone's...'
'The memory bones...'
'... memory's bones...'
'Now where have all
the words
...gone! '
*******
I used to look after someone with Alzheimer's and she used to sing this over and over and chuckle to herself until the wordsand she gradually faded away and there was no enough memory and wit to sustain the song or her any longer.
poem by Dónall Dempsey
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Breathe Me
Come closer;
I need to feel
your body
heat.
Your breath,
on my face;
I paint
you inside my eyes
so I can see you
all the time-
look at the
nape
of your neck,
its curvature;
your eyes.
All slopes away
to my waiting soul
which pauses
at odds times
in the day to
look at you.
My finger tip
has a tiny glow
as I trace
across your lips;
as I move close behind you
worshiping in that cathedral body space
between us;
static electricities crackle;
small lighting bolts
spark.
Give me;
your anticipation;
drape me
in your contour
as we
sooth screaming desire
furtively.
Put my hand
beside your face;
my mouth to your mouth
as I feel your body tingling
tremoring,
soft quakings
from kneading touches
which occasion
others:
stellar propulsions
and more lighting strike intensities.
You exhale slowly;
intake again,
swelling;
your breath is a
warm effusion and egress
surging into me
lung ward
between soft lips;
where all settles in
like home;
I feel you quiver
and release.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Follow (I Am The Flute)
i follow...
the hoot of the owl,
the smoke that leads
to the fire.
the hollow of the hand,
to the hard and the soft.
the salt of the sea
to the dark and murky unknown.
the erection and the breast,
to the womb that creates.
lightning to the thunder,
and thunder to lightning.
the hammer to the nail,
the bullet through the barrel.
the spirit through the book,
back to the tree in the forest.
the body to the grave,
the universe back to dust.
i follow...
the sound of the flute,
till i come to see...
that i follow nothing,
and no one at all!
for i am the path,
and the feet that walk.
i am the flute,
the sound and the lips.
i am the breath,
the desire, and the vision...
for i am no one,
and nothing at all!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Body That Loves You
Love Sensual physical love
Is waiting here for you
Will you unleash my desire?
[CHORUS:]
These are the hands that'll touch you
These are the lips that'll kiss you
These are the arms that'll hold you
So come get this body that loves you
Oh how my heart does miss you
Love
Stroke me so gently my love
I love it when you mmmmm...
Will you unleash my desire?
[CHORUS]
Baby my heart's achin
My body longs for you
Candlelight and wine are waiting
Create the mood for
Love
Sensual physical love
Is waiting here for you
Will you unleash my desire?
[CHORUS]
As I behold you with my eyes
They'll undress you and you'll undress me too
I want to feel you move inside me
Oh how I long for your
Love
Sensual physical love
Is waiting here for you-hoo-hoo
Will you unleash my desire?
[CHORUS]
Love
Stroke me so gently my love
I love it when you mmmmmm
Will you release my desire?
[CHORUS]
Undress me
Slowly
(these are the hands that'll touch you)
I want to kiss you all over
Is that okay?
(these are the lips that'll kiss you)
We embrace...
Skin to skin
(these are the arms that'll hold you)
Hold me
Oh baby
My body's arched for you
(come get this body that loves you)
Come here
I've missed you so much
I forgot how good it could feel
(oh how my heart does miss you)
Please make love to me
(come get the body that loves you)
song performed by by Janet Jackson from Janet
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Sweetest Sin
Can you imagine us,
Making love..
The way you would feel the first time that we touched,
Can you think of it..
The way I dream of it,
I want you to see like im seeing you..
It's a picture of perfection,
The vision of you and me..
Your lips upon my lips,
Can you just picture this..
Your finger tips on my finger tips,
Your skin upon my skin..
Would be the Sweetest Sin,
Would be the Sweetest Sin..
All night I lie awake,
Cause it's to much to take..
Dreamin' about the love that we could make..All day,
I think of scenes..
To get you next to me,
I want you so bad that I can barely breathe..
It's a sign of my obsession,
That I can't stop thinkin bout'
Your lips upon my lips,
Can you invision this..
Temptation that I could never resist,
Your skin upon my skin..
Would be the Sweetest Sin,
That would be the Sweetest Sin..
It would feel so good,
To be so bad..
You don't know how bad.. I want that,
I would do anything to feel your love..
Your lips upon my lips,
Can you just picture this..
Your finger tips on my finger tips,
Your skin upon my skin..
Would be the Sweetest Sin,
That Would be the Sweetest Sin..
Your lips upon my lips,
Can you invision this..
Temptation that I could never resist,
Your skin upon my skin..
Would be the Sweetest Sin,
Would be the Sweetest Sin..
Your lips upon my lips.. would be the Sweetest Sin
song performed by by Jessica Simpson
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Tangled Sheets
See, You complain that the words
won't come, but last night
you wrote me out like an epic.
Your touch called me back to my body,
that unused thing.
I didn't know what to call it,
it was hardly even mine.
Just a costume, I borrowed
to hide what we all hide
under our skin.
You drew me
with the gesturing of hands.
You conjured me,
made me out of nothing
but an ache called desire.
I need the reminder
of your lips, the taking and being taken
The repeating chorus of your voice
singing out my name.
An encore dedicated
to the muss of sheets,
to desire itself, to the tangle of it all.
poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul
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The Old Prison
The rows of cells are unroofed,
a flute for the wind's mouth,
who comes with a breath of ice
from the blue caves of the south.
O dark and fierce day:
the wind like an angry bee
hunts for the black honey
in the pits of the hollow sea.
Waves of shadow wash
the empty shell bone-bare,
and like a bone it sings
a bitter song of air.
Who built and laboured here?
The wind and the sea say
-Their cold nest is broken
and they are blown away-
They did not breed nor love,
each in his cell alone
cried as the wind now cries
through this flute of stone.
poem by Judith Wright
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The hot hot sun
The hot hot sun
bakes
my skin skin skin
irksome infants
make
a din din din
could get under
my skin skin skin.
No
take a breath
a deep belly breath
let your diaphragm do the work
vorsprung durch inhallation
the oxygen bubbles into my blood
the heat touches my
bones
my mind absorbs those mutual benefits
slows, calms, immersed a gentle euphoria
and the warmth of the breeze embraces
I feel the joy joy joy
of the sun sun sun
on my skin skin skin
on this hot hot day!
poem by Robin Pratt
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Call Of Desire
this embryonic desire
to surrender myself
at the altar of your passion
to feel the warmth of your breath
that breathes the skin
into a glow
to taste those lips
that determine the course
of our growing passions
set to flood either of us
dislodge me out of this
empty human reason
and put me on a flight
of fancy
no longer can i
resist this call of desire...
*on reading Thomas Horton's 'Gomorrah'a while ago
09sep2009
11.40hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Razorblade Kiss
I taste death in every kiss we share
Every sundown seems to be the last we have
Your breath on my skin has the scent of our end
Im drunk on your tears, baby, cant you see its hurting
Mmhhh mmmhhhh
Every time we touch we get closer to heaven
And at every sunrise our sins are forgiven
Uh.uh
You on my skin this must be the end
The only way you can love me is to hurt me again
And again
And again
And again
Your love is a razorblade kiss
Sweetest is the taste from your lips
Your love is a razorblade kiss
Sweetest is the taste from your lips
Oh the taste from your lips, my darling
Taste from your lips, oh my love
Only inside Im free
Im tired of waiting
Youve got to let me dream
Inside you baby
Im not afraid to feel
I want you to love me
Cause you are the one
Cause you are the one
Cause you are the one
Your love is a razorblade kiss
Sweetest is the taste from your lips
Your love is a razorblade kiss
Sweetest is the taste from your lips
Your love is a razorblade kiss
Sweetest is the taste from your lips
Your love is a razorblade kiss
Sweetest is the taste from your lips
song performed by by H.i.m. (his Infernal Majesty)
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Razorblade Kiss
I taste death in every kiss we share
Every sundown seems to be the last we have
Your breath on my skin has the scent of our end
I'm drunk on your tears, baby, can't you see it's hurting
Mmhhh mmmhhhh
Every time we touch we get closer to heaven
And at every sunrise our sins are forgiven
Uh.uh
You on my skin this must be the end
The only way you can love me is to hurt me again
And again
And again
And again
Your love is a razorblade kiss
Sweetest is the taste from your lips
Your love is a razorblade kiss
Sweetest is the taste from your lips
Oh the taste from your lips, my darling
Taste from your lips, oh my love
Only inside i'm free
I'm tired of waiting
You've got to let me dream
Inside you baby
I'm not afraid to feel
I want you to love me
Cause you are the one
Cause you are the one
Cause you are the one
Your love is a razorblade kiss
Sweetest is the taste from your lips
Your love is a razorblade kiss
Sweetest is the taste from your lips
Your love is a razorblade kiss
Sweetest is the taste from your lips
Your love is a razorblade kiss
Sweetest is the taste from your lips
song performed by by H.I.M.
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The Masterpiece
Within the passion of your kiss I feel your soft sweet lips,
I caress your skin so gently with my loving fingertips.
I hear your cries of mercy and it stirs my very soul,
Your body is soft putty, a masterpiece for me to mould.
Frantic grasping touches mixed with loving longing sounds,
Strokes of wanton desire wrapped in passion that surrounds.
Trembling with desire that flows through us feeding on our lust,
Content within our being, we embrace the one we trust.
Pressure from my hands as now I begin to play,
Tremours of desire rip right through us as we lay.
Your breath it is suspended as my tongue now travels far,
It gives such a sweet sensation and you shine now like a star.
We are lost within the moment as our bodies do compress,
An electrifying sensation, your skin pressing on my chest.
The wetness of your tongue feels the prescence of my heat,
Our bodies are on fire as the two of us do meet.
There is a desperate hunger that is fueling both our needs,
As two lovers come together both now desperate to feed.
Taking all my passion, wanting, feeling only me,
The joy it is transcended, we become what we can be.
I hear your longing whimpers, the smiling face of you I see,
Watching as you writhe below, you lock your gaze on me.
Clutching fingers tightly there's heat and passion in this room,
Your eyes can see right through me, in you I long to be comsumed.
Pounding hearts beat faster, beads of sweat begin to drop,
Lost within a moment that neither one of us can to stop.
I bite your lips as we kiss and pull upon your hair,
Our bodies move in rythm in the steamy humid air.
The moment is upon us cries of passion grip us now,
As within each thrusting motion we release not knowing how.
As we lay within each other we remember what has been,
We lay looking in each others eyes, the dream it was so keen.
Within the passion of your kiss, I felt your soft sweet lips,
I caressed your skin so gently with my loving fingertips.
I heard your cries of mercy and it stirred my very soul,
Your body was soft putty a masterpiece that I did mould...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Sensuous Lips (THE DEPTH OF MAN)
I kissed the most sensuous lips that I ever saw.
The most sensuous lips and I wanted more.
Her lips so soft, so gentle, so moist.
And the whispering of her voice.
Why is it that you love my lips so?
Is there something that I should know?
I said: when I kiss your lips I feel like
I am floating on air, and it relieves
All my worries and cares.
It puts me into a place I’ve never been before
And I’m wanting more and more.
It’s like taking a trip to the heavens above
And it shows me all your love.
Like a baby in the warmth of the mothers stomach
Safe and never rejected- but always protected.
How can a woman s lips put a mans soul on fire
And fill his heart with a burning desire?
How can her lips make you feel that you
Could move heaven and earth?
How can she show you what life is worth?
Her lips so gentle, so soft, so moist
So refreshing, so everlasting!
The taste of her lips like the taste of
The most desirable nectar on this earth
Filling my body and soul
Making me complete- making me whole.
Why do I love your lips so?
This is why!
And now you know.
poem by Louis Rams
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Nothing Left
There is always
the aftermath,
the after kissing
time. Time to sit
and remember
the lips touching.
She recalls that well.
His lips on hers.
Skin on skin. Time
to reflect on actions
made. Things done
and not done. Or
done at the wrong
time for the wrong
reasons. She knows
she will go to him
and do similar things
again. The love making
holds no surprises.
The holds, the way
his fingers move over
her, the positions she
engages in, those cigarettes
after, those French ones
he insists on smoking.
The after feel, the stale
breath, the feeling
there is nothing left.
poem by Terry Collett
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