Milky Skin Morning Star
Milky skin morning star,
Venusian beauty bathing
in breathtaking light,
aurora borealis illuminating
desolate northern skies,
soothing bedside blanket
comforting lonely nights.
For you to rest an open palm
on my bare chest is enough,
Place a hand upon my waist,
let it linger,
Staring down into eyes
ever so loving and wide,
void of soft blue bliss
silent lullaby of agonizing joy
oceanic eyes, so vast so blue
iris halo of infinite horizon
coalescence of heaven and sea
Purest of pleasure,
Simplest of Joys,
buoyant being,
steady column of light,
body slender and lithe.
How do you manage to
weigh so heavily in heart?
Goddess presence,
Aphrodite's essence,
Sensual affection,
alert adoration,
sympathetic wakefulness,
underlining understanding,
kindred spiritual fusion,
love's living legend,
breathing myth of the muses,
writhing mound of Olympian union,
Elysium ecstasies and Atlantean wounds
Horse shoe high!
Inundated in liquid
azure aura of love
voltaic high voltage cinergy
pulsing through me
lifting me from
the ashen anchors
of a drowning earth
Desolate Beauty
cloistered pearl
So far so close
lachrymose little girl
in and out with the tide
anxiety's immediate fringe of tragedy
my heart's helpless notions
physical threads of life
beyond the reach of any language
Let us take of these transparent hoods
denude the gods, disavow our guard,
let down Samson's summer locks
and set free our passionate youth.
Naked plunge, together e'er long,
drowned in the eye of the self elapsing
wellspring of empyreal elan!
Vaporous desire, delicious venom
undulant strata, vesuvian strufa
bodily cloud cover dream
Down pour of crystallized touch
fingers thighs and knees
pluvial passions rain down
in ionized carnal cloud burst
bodies unarchored
two renegade skiffs
sailing on the sooty wings
of a charcoal night
Oh ethereal traveler:
I touch the clouds forming at your feet!
My shirtless sherpa body
boldly braving Himalayan peaks
Oh upon slumbering summits...
I fasten flags of mercy to your bedpost!
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Big bang! - Universal Love Discovery!
Big Bang Beginning!
Personal – Mutual
Universal Discovery!
– Human Soul transcendence!
Mystery underlining understanding
unknown law – higher harmony!
physical threads of life... pregnant with passion..
heart's helpless notions...
anxious surroundings...
immediate fringe of tragedy..
outskirts language cannot reach...
delicious delirium...
living legend...
kindred spiritual fusion...
muses' breathing myth...
Olympian union...
Elysium ecstasies … Atlantean wounds
...Sensual affection, alert adoration,
sympathetic wakefulness!
All encompassing comfort!
Unearthly elevation of Elan!
Beyond self satisfaction!
– essential poetic inspiring formula!
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Soulful Throes of Saudade
Oh ethereal traveler:
I touch the clouds forming at your feet!
My shirtless sherpa body
boldly braving Himalayan peaks!
Oh slumbering summits...
I fasten flags of mercy to your bedpost!
Desolate Beauty...
cloistered lachrymose pearl...
...shrouded in your room of
purple mountain shadows
and blue sea shark fin shade...
eyes storing pieces of Pelee's tears...
sacred volcano of hardened igneous scars...
imposing time bomb of tranquility...
– I know reflections of palace
crystal ball chandeliers
and opulent mineral rich patterns
often flood the eyes in certain
liquid dense moments of truth...
- Watery swords of light illuminating life's distortion.
OH strong hold of Saudade...!
familiar feeling of loss...!
Like sudden waves of ether
I'm awash in past pheromones!
Could this ever evolving …
… all enveloping force …
be anything other than divine natural selection?
Oh single faceless love...!
...lost upon birth...
We shall be delivered as one body once more – you be sure of it …
...as soon as we finish weaving our lovely deeds
through out the fabric of the material bacchanal world.
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Sonnet XII: The Lovers' Walk
Sweet twining hedgeflowers wind-stirred in no wise
On this June day; and hand that clings in hand:—
Still glades; and meeting faces scarcely fann'd:—
An osier-odoured stream that draws the skies
Deep to its heart; and mirrored eyes in eyes:—
Fresh hourly wonder o'er the Summer land
Of light and cloud; and two souls softly spann'd
With one o'erarching heaven of smiles and sighs:—
Even such their path, whose bodies lean unto
Each other's visible sweetness amorously,—
Whose passionate hearts lean by Love's high decree
Together on his heart for ever true,
As the cloud-foaming firmamental blue
Rests on the blue line of a foamless sea.
poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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A Complication
it is your eyes, the problem points
to the sensitivity of your eyes to
beauty, what is seen is always beautiful
and touch seems to be
not just the craving of the fingers
those hands keep on groping and
holding on to someone else's body
perfumed neck and soft white skin
poems that run all over a woman's body
and feeling what it takes to reach
the apex of the skies, revolting and
exploding, and bursting forth in the
so many hues, love oh love, love
on top of love, and love searching
for the perfect orgasmic affection,
what a night! ~`~ ~ ~
corrugated moans like an art of
wrought iron on the rails of the
upper floor, there the stars are kissing
the full moon and the sky is so silent
filled with understanding about love
and its erogenous doings, unbreaking...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Magenta Agenda
The magenta agenda embedded upon a silk prison is a mirror illuminating synaesthesias.
Depth imperative, a lever of emotion eminence. For what is a prison? Doth it make me in sync with my sins? Mere society’s ills... See not the irony, hear not the irony, feel not the irony for in confinement with I the sinned comes forth spiritual compassion, material detachment; alleviation in passion. Yet I feel still of nothing, for I put myself in everything but something.
The magenta agenda is incense to the eyes intriguing dimensions in its absence of time. It impedes deep, moonstruck, capricious droplets rapturously stagnant, romantic in its flourish as it blossoms intense, rained from the beige walls the mind melted on its silky delicate milky skin.
She is the endless plane of love the virtue of the rain. In the midst of the perfume sprinkle of the twinkle of her tears splashed off those beige cheeks blushed as it breathes cherry blossoms from the ink of a maroon eye.
The magenta agenda is a perceptional impressionist to nurture the pleasure in her arms. The lakes envisioned within the portals shimmering inadvertently. It is a mystic glimmer in a lake of no liquid yet in shimmers silver embraced it inhales the light, slithered yet it is not dry. As a silk shell reflective but of not the physical entity that light entails. She is the aura not imprisoned.
The magenta agenda is the milonga of the angel; the impossible, the forever. She cries from her fingertips and between the molten skies. The leaves of her eyes are her body in the living of that which dies. She is an angel but not of those in the conception of the heavens which inherited from the hells in its birth of the earth wells.
She gazes and in her paining an array casts jade, painting the sky's walls, the essence of heaven. In beauty she rests frozen kissed upon a realm untouched from earth, heaven and hell. Ethereal as she is brought to lie in the shallow basin undermined of the beauty of the fruit of indecision’s compassion filled in the sapphire bleeding of anaesthesia between love and reason. The icy walls rain the canvas of the skies those eyes be the paw dancing on the lights.
I yearn for you to be happy but then you’ll be different.
Doth embed your last tear, draw the scarlet of now your ashen lips to your heart so shall it beat once more the earth may spin once more... the magenta agenda is.
poem by Ori Livson
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Touch
Martin page & jon lind
Youre shining like the northern lights
I hold you like a butterfly
Without you its a cold world
Give in to love and rescue me
All that I need is to get close
Both of us know we dont have to wait
Its getting late
Lets touch, touch
We can steal the night
I need your touch, touch
In the morning light
Why dont we touch, touch
Now the feelings right
Ill be there cause you know that
I believe
In your touch, touch
We can steal the night
I need your touch, touch
In the morning light
Why dont we touch, touch
Now the feelings right
Ill be there cause you know that
I believe
In your touch, touch
We can steal the night
I need your touch, touch,
In the morning light
Why dont we touch, touch
Now the feelings right
Our bodies become one
Weve waited such a long time
To catch a glimpse of paradise
The secrets that we keep inside
Are feelings we should never hide
Open our minds, open our eyes
Both of us know we dont have to wait
Its getting late
Chorus
And when I reach for you
You better let me through
Im giving good advice
Im gonna give it to you
Why dont we both give in to love
I wanna comfort you
I wanna pull you through
Ill make you close your eyes
Get you in the mood
Why dont we both give in to love
song performed by by Earth Wind And Fire
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Blue Light
Oh well, here we are again
Lookin 4 something 2 get us in the mood
I tell each and every one of my friends
That the love we make is really pretty rude
But they dont believe me cuz its written all over my face
Like evian and the deep blue sea
U and me got different taste
U like it in the dark but I like a
Blue light
Can u turn on a blue light
Then cuddle up 2 me so tight
Just u and me all night
Alright, blue light
Can u turn on a blue light
Then everything will be alright
Oh, blue light
U say u wish I was shy
I always take a simple thing and push it way 2 far
But baby, thats the problem with u and i
U say not in public but I say in the car
Say, we need to get wild again like it was when we first met
Close your eyes and count 2 ten and when u open em -
Ill be standing naked with nothing but a smile on
Blue light
Can u turn on a blue light
Then cuddle up 2 me so tight
Just u and me all night
Alright, blue light
Can u turn on a blue light
Then everything will be alright
Oh, blue light
Ill be 117
Ull be still sayin baby not 2 nite
Its easy 2 see us on the cover of a magazine
double heart attack, couple both die in a fight
Oh baby! I dont wanna cross that road cuz I love u 2 much
Id do anything just 2 heat up your cold touch
Anything I would do, but up until u tell me 2
Blue light
Can u turn on a blue light
Then cuddle up 2 me so tight
Just u and me all night
Alright, blue light
Can u turn on a blue light
Then everything will be alright
Oh, blue light
Blue light
Can u turn on a blue light (cuddle up 2 me)
So tight
Cuddle up next 2 me baby
U and me all night, alright blue light
Light (u turn on a) blue light
And every thing will be alright
Oooh blue light
Blue light
Blue light
Blue light
Blue light
Blue light
song performed by by Prince
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The Love That I Have For You....
outside i watch you
you are inside yourself
a room
a wall but there is window still
that allows light
to come in
and dress you like
a night without the armor
i am the light
and i like the way things are going with us
you just do not know
what is it
to be just light
without a body
what is it to have so many fingers
& yet
without a hand
the room is darker
but i know what it is to be a tiny sun
you fan yourself with your
innocence
your hands are callous
and it is a little bit colder
when by chance you touch my
rays and sheen
when i meet you
like i am water bathing your body
as i dress you once again
with the cloth
of my silk
soul
i quiver like a soft wind
on the reeds
of the moonlit night
i love it this way
this invisible presence
this nameless light
this desire that fulfills itself
without you
feeling it
must i be selfish?
or must i be the one that does not let you suffer
because you cannot love
light
because your coldness is uncertain about the gift
of warmth
its truth beyond all truths
when i am done with you
i summon the rain
& bathe myself again
to wash away
the dirt of guilt
the scars of pain
though
remaining
look at me
i am the morning light that spreads on the garden
of your thighs and
legs
as you watch
with all delight
you only see the wonder of light
and its accompanying music
and then
satisfied with all the caresses of thoughts that i have always loved you
i go with the herds of rain
and what is left to please me more
is your own
fading face
like those ripples on the pond
that the lonely leaf
had given
the shape of love that i carry with me
as air embracing the heavens
again....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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An Ordinary Summer Evening
On a temperate summer evening
am walking lonely under the vast horizon.
Hither and thither patches of clouds,
creating shapes like dwarfs and elves.
Soothing, gentle breeze flowing
breeze so soft as a new-born baby
kissing bare feet, wrist and palm.
Crows are taking homewards flight: a warm retreat,
the day must have be an auspicious one.
Clouds are now evenly spread-
not a trace of single break-
covered with azure tints and shades.
Tip-toe, tip-toe rain drizzles
a merry rain: rain that brings loss to none
Oh rain! Oh breeze!
Do touch my soul
Do touch my heart
The weather there is cold and numb
Winter there is not yet gone
Make the weather inside warm
Weather is not what you see outside
It is what you feel inside
Satiate
In serenade jubilant thy soul be
On the winds of love above love's sea
With lily white skin and azure sweet eyes
Thy look like beauty as thy look on beauty
Transcendent like Christ's heavens skies
Thought, mirth, thy breast bloom gaily
In joyful chorus thy feet whisper steps
Echoing in heaven's delightful alley
High above swooning in cosmic depths
Ecstasy, elixir, thy breathe the mountainous air
Free in the organs of earthly snow
Thy wear the air on thy skin bare
Soft as snow like a tender angels glow
Thy freeze my love in its perfect essence
Like a sculpture chisels perfections posture
An angel fire is born the quintessence
Of art, heaven, love, and beauty, thy temperature
Temperate incarnate with its beauty mine eyes
Satiate…
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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As I Wait For For You
and then our minds met at a point
of convergence
i waited for you in a room without a number
a place without a name
a space where only us know what & how to fill
i am naked
you want the whole truth and so i am naked
in this room without a number, a place without a name
a space, where only our self-manifested emptiness know how & what to fill
when you arrive do not call my name
be so soft and gentle with your feet
do not even say your name as
i have also left my name somewhere else
and it is only i who knows it
i lose my identity
that is how i want to spend my short moment with you
i am naked
i only have my face, my skin and my flesh my bones my whole body
not my soul
do not knock
just push the door
it is left open throughout the nights of my waiting
i have intended it that way
so when you arrive and i am still asleep with my dreams and desires
of you
do not disturb the silence and sweetness of my sleep
just whisper your desire for love so sweet to my ears
touch the surfaces of my skin and caress with your soft fingers the smooth lines of my face
place your head just beside my tight chest
for there you shall hear the sounds of all my desires
and then my love we begin the sharing of our hidden truths
we shall dance in our nakedness
we shall make love real
we shall open the shutters of this closed window
we let the slits of light from outside the night get inside us and put some
warmth on the empty pores of our skins
we bring light to the darkness of our lives
we put fire to those eyes that refuse to close and die
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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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A Sweet Peal
Her beauty and her love lay on the bed,
Of her sweet peal of the glowing lovely breasts;
The kisses of this night will always be remembered.
She is delicate, soft and intense;
Mixed with fresh odour from her muse,
And like the sweet peal anew on a hot summer night.
The sprout of love in her room and,
In her garden of love i do sleep all night;
And of her joy in the light of the gentle sun,
But the sensitive plant in her garden of love matters to me.
Of the power of love in this sweet place,
And of her sweet peal of the glowing lovely breasts;
But like young lovers filled with the mutual atmosphere.
Alone in this sweet glory land,
And of her love like a sea-flower unfold;
But naked and bare from the frozen air,
And so pleasant to a taste if one considers it.
The lady's gentle mind,
And of where nothing is but all seems to be well;
Cold and foul and deep and low!
Lonely as a deep sleep on the blue surface of love;
And woken with the summer dreams of love,
Oh my sweet wide west-wind!
Come closer to us to take us afar.
The blue Mediterranean where she lay is the love of hope,
And of the horizon of her love to the zenith's height!
And like the locks of the approaching storm to meet at last.
For her love is in the beauty of her delight,
Heavy and very slow to the muse that muses;
But her beauty and her love lay bare on the bed,
And like black rains and white rains!
But i will kiss her until she's worn out like the spirits of the night.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Lady Esperanza
Some say my feet never do touch the ground
So I asked the gods and this I found
I, a daughter of Libra am of the element air
Beautiful, soothing, light hearted tender and fair
Others say I always play the fool
For I easily fall in love with no clue
Whether it be lust or true
Then I looked up to the sky
And there right next to the southern star up high
I saw my destiny written in the stars
I saw faults, my hurts and all my scars
My heart is ruled by Venus, goddess of love
So do not question my unending waters of love
But wait, hear me
Though quick to love, I am wiser than most you see
Libra, scales, I keep the balance
And to do so it takes great wisdom and balance
My colour, blue
But wait, not just any blue
It's a rainbow of blues
I said, a rainbow of the sweetest yet saddest melody of blues
The azure of the sky
The blue of the Caspian oh my
The darkest blue of the night sky
The blue of beautiful violets growing in Gaea's garden
Some say I have a certain glow about me
Look they say, quick do you see?
She has the light of hope
One look at her and with any problem you can cope
When I hear these words, I smile
With my heart and eyes, I smile
So rightly named
The lady Esperanza I was named
My African title, Subila
It too means hope, a hope that heals, a healer
Finally, I shall tell you of my muse
Of the nine muses Calliope is my muse
Muse of the poetic art
She chose me and set me apart
And now here I stand
My strongest weapon, a pen in hand
poem by Esperanza Chilupula
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I Am As One Within The Dream
A face within the window pane.
Watching upon a circle of youth unwinding
Finding the time to watch as summer sun returns
And there she stands upon ground hallowed by her touch
An aura of light surrounds her, radiance blinding, her eyes hold magic binding
And I am in awe of beauty awakening
I am in awe of all the world when I dream of holding her within my blanket love
She who has spoken words to tend the winds
She who listens to the songs I sing
Under what skies does she move?
Will she welcome the love I bring?
Happiness swells within this heart of mine
For I have found the girl promised to me by fairy tale destiny
When she smiles her eyes they gleam
And I am as one within the dream
poem by David Lacey
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The Rape Of The Mist
High o’er the clouds a Sunbeam shone,
And far down under him,
With a subtle grace that was all her own,
The Mist gleamed, fair and dim.
He looked at her with burning eyes
And longed to fall at her feet;
Of all sweet things there under the skies,
He thought her the thing most sweet.
He had wooed oft, as a Sunbeam may,
Wave, and blossom, and flower;
But never before had he felt the sway
Of a great love’s mighty power.
Tall cloud-mountains and vast space-seas,
Wind, and tempest, and fire –
What obstacles such as these
To a heart that is filled with desire?
Boldly he trod over cloud and star,
Boldly he swam through space,
She caught the glow of his eyes afar
And veiled her delicate face.
He was so strong and he was so bright,
And his breath was a breath of flame;
The Mist grew pale with a vague, strange fright,
As fond, yet fierce, he came.
Close to his heart she was clasped and kissed;
She swooned in love’s alarms,
And dead lay the beautiful pale-faced Mist
In the Sunbeam’s passionate arms.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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A Never Ending Kind Of Intimate Thing
Your white body lies like a continent
with breasts as hillocks, slender thighs
and the valleys somewhere in between
while tiny shadows fall in the afternoon.
I bury myself with great pleasure in you,
feel the warmth of your blazing volcano,
reach up to the centre core of my existence
and each and every glance in your bright eyes
draws me deeper, draws us still closer together
and the lost of self, where nature flees from me
there is a tender kind of peace at twilight
while we love each other past all feelings.
There is peace in the separation that comes later,
the separation of skin, of thighs of genitalia
but still your gaze were burning into my very soul
and I love you; love every part of your body,
with the smell of love like fresh rain around us
rising from the rose of your tender hot pubis,
with nipples still somewhat hardened aroused
on your soft firm breast that are fragile to touch.
Boundless desire flames again and again,
while your beauty bringing sheer joy,
bringing a kind of very deep tranquillity,
as if the thirst, the yearning for each other
is a never ending kind of intimate thing,
that always exists, with a kind of grace,
that has an infinite kind of ache for fulfilment
a kind of indescribable joy that comes with bliss.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Wings Of My Love
When this old world gets you down
When your spirits on the ground
Just remember I will always be around
Just climb on the wings of my love
Ill take you high on the wings of my love
When youre feeling all alone
Like a child whos got no home
You know youve always got a place where you can go
Just climb on the wings of my love
Like a beach that knows no boundaries with all the trees
As it rushes to the seas darling well be just as free
Ill lift your spirits high our love will fly
Well have heaven blue skies and forever sunshine
til you break those ties that bind
til that day youre really mine
Anytime you want to leave your world behind
Just climb on the wings of my love
Ill lift your spirits high our love will fly
Well have heaven blue skies and forever sunshine
Weve got rainbows yet to find
And well find them all in time
Girl you know someday well even touch the sky
Just climb on the wings of my love
Anytime you want to leave your world behind
Ill take you high on the wings of my love
Just take my hand and together well touch the sky
Just climb on the wings of my love
Yes remember I will always be around
Ill take you high on the wings of my love
song performed by by Michael Jackson
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Nestled 'neath Snowy Pixilations of the Juniper's Sway
Tucked away in the womb of our mother's sylvan oasis
we nestle 'neath sugar coated canopies
snowy pixilations of the juniper's sway
perfect motion with the celestial bodies of ursa major
shimmering images of our love dancing
around the outer edge of the galaxy
an undying universal art form
bare pale moon
naked ghost dance
flesh gliding atop the ivory/green
palpatations
heavy breathing, lovers heaving
quirky quivers, pleasurable moans
passionate shivers
all collimating in a sonorous
sensual choral fondue
writhing in ecstasy as we lose ourselves
in sexual catharsis
warm bodily embraces, saturate hugs
alivening spirit body mind and loins
amid the dry skin depression of winter
mounting friction ignites a fuse
body tempatures flare
exchanging sanative caresses
titivating each other's senses
tendril finger tips scratching
passionate billet douxs on the small of my back
my little angel faced nature lover
my fiery exhibitionist
lips lit up with a devilish grin
body of a goddess
eyes effervescent with sin
with tender eagerness
your healthy pale glittered body emerges
hair tousled and wet
joined in carnal merry making
firm hands make their way over fleshy hillocks
tracing the edges of supple areolae
moving across glistening flesh
following a trail of goosebumps
down your delicate rib cage
I yield obediently to plant a kiss
upon your moistened navel
lapping up every driblet
savoring every last dropp of amatory nectar
running down the perfect curvature of your back
smooth ample buttocks
fingers slip their way into the warming dampness
of your fertile vale
denude, confident
revealing naked vulnerabilities
stroking handling with utmost devotion
your parted lips promising pleasure
to my throbbing manhood
a tickling whirl of your tongue
broad moist
rousing urges coarse through my veins
as you draw me in, taking every inch
legs spread, back arched
seducing and contorting
you yield to my untamed savagery
muscles tense, withstanding pressure
with vigorous stamina
electricity fusing
tremolos of love echo
throughout our halcyon dome
two souls transcending
unfastened from the onus of the world
circulating shards of cirrus unite
forming one lively cloud burst
together we reach our zenith
drifting in the sheets of winter
we momentarily manage to escape ourselves
staring into gratified eyes
we bask in the glow of our own nakedness
we think back and reminsce
ah the love we made two seconds ago
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Remembering Marie A.
It was a day in that blue month september
Silent beneath the plum trees slender shade
I held her there
My love, so pale and silent
As if she were a dream that must not fade
Above us in the shining summer heaven
There was a cloud my eyes dwelled long upon
It was quite white and very high above us
Then I looked up
And found that it had gone
And since that day, so many moons in silence
Have swum across the sky and gone below
The plum trees surely have been chopped for firewood
And if you ask, how does that love seem now
I must admit, I really cant remember
And yet I know what you are trying to say
But what her face was like, I know no longer
I only know I kissed it on that day
As for the kiss, I long ago forgot it
But for the cloud that floated in the sky
I know that still and shall forever know it
It was quite white and moved in very high
It may be that the plum trees still are blooming
That womans seventh child may now be there
And yet that cloud had only bloomed for minutes
When I looked up
It vanished on the air
song performed by by David Bowie
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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