Fallen Saved
Waning repentance bought by purple merchants
Moons that grovel before your painted eyes
The sea still innocent
You are my sins my love
You are the unmasked whip
Sometimes I hate that I am so weak
I want to have sex with you every minute
When I am honest you are a vampire
Is my soul lost?
No! I am the fallen lover
Vultures are waiting
My bed is a pedicure
Searching for a heaven of flesh
Do you see the fire burning love
Making you into a brothel
Part of every woman is a stripper
Your weakness loves my desire
You feed the wolves
Your wet silk stockings
Your high heel marks
Yes, you lounge in heels
She walks in the castle of vampires
My altar is dark with black silk
Garter belts light candles
I have my ideals
I believe in God
Romance to me is silver stilettos
It is too late for change
You are tempest
You are my weakness
Help me go to heaven
Corsets and church
Wet dripping salvation
My mate is a Goddess of moonlight
I am waiting for the night
I will be faithful my princess of silk
The fallen saved with a prayer book
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Vampires
Mandarin sky like fire in her eyes
Dark visions rise between her thighs
She sleeps in a bed of liquid lava
Decadent Venus in gossamer night
Black silk poetry fills her womb
Succulent moonlight caresses
She reads the Flowers of Evil
Satin sheets in soft candle light
Golden chains, silk scarves
Passion dances in pedicure red
6 inch high heels on my shoulder
Her kisses are like wild wolves
Her mirror fills with purple night
Ivory neck alive with moon beams
She longs to feed on a poets sin
Feel the thorns of sensuous myth
Born to be adored in the garden
The dark side casts her spell
Music from ancient castles
Roses wet with deep red lust
A Goddess thrives on hot blood
Vampires gorged in moonlight
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Bed of Ghosts
Red wolves under the purple moon
She sighs like the wet tide
I have entered a dark door
Parallax lace tubes of silk
Covered in her golden pain
Eyes like castles of strange stone
Walls as high as broken glass
Maybe awakenings are over
Maybe the end is just a mirror
Is love another passport to pain
Now the circus bells sound like thunder
Pigeons feed on park benches
She loves gargoyles on the old church
We walk shrouded in rain
Panhandlers amidst the saved
Gothic lights from a forest of gray
Her red 5-inch heels click the cement
Everyone in a role
Everyone caught like a bomb shelter
We wait for a libido of silk doom
True love like a frozen river
Time settles sand in valleys of sorrow
Childhood oaks with boughs of dreams
No refuge in the ancient masks
Old swings where children played
First friends with granite memories
Joy like a vague painting, a wish
We hold hands under the lost neon
We talk of a future that already is gone
Make love to the images of silver swords
She loves midnight when darkness plays
The romance of Ann Rice
Vampires with garter belts
Moons that seem to melt into whips
Actors of Eugene O’Neil
Tennessee Williams and Poe
Blues and jazz as sultry as eyeliner
We kiss like wild wolves
Lioness that prowls these streets
I lay on a bed of ghosts
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Love and Fire
Fellini’s Rome joins my decadence
Earth chills my fallen bones
You are hot Venus in your radiance
We merge like two seas of fire
Religion restrains the open mind
Existential fire revels in desire
Can we find the narrow road?
Can we be this lustful and in love?
Stumbling toward our eternal home
Hunger like a lion lost in the city
Your silk dress shines like an eagle
Weak with orgasms you control me
Can I still balance this with my faith?
Your six-inch high heels like idols
Love is so powerful and strange
Your garter belts make me dream
Maybe love for a woman is fire
She walks into the church with me
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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I Have Two Sides
Are you in awe of me like I am of you?
Let’s make it obvious
Let’s have a hard time falling asleep
Will you lay in bed with 5 inch high heels on?
Will you wear garter belts and silk stockings?
Will you get a pedicure and think of me
I do want to be good
I do want to be in heaven
Can you take my splits?
My quirks
Can you write poetry that has fire?
Can I watch you put on your makeup?
Will you tease me until I can’t sleep?
Honesty in the details embarrasses me
I am a Christian but a lusty one
I have two sides
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Fountains of Gold
Cavalier like the fountains of desire
She squirts until the bed is soaked
I lick your wet high heels
Lost in your silk stockings
Your garter belt my sweet prison
She walks like the towers of Rome
My words swim in her tubes
Her pedicure red as passion
My passion shall never die for you
You are my Monroe
Let the bland be jealous
We are lovers beyond fire
How I love her warm fountains
My wet beard alive with her femininity
Fountains of golden love
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Tonight You are Mine
Stark black and white, drama
Silent evocative emotion
Are there ghosts like old movies?
The sea washes the moonlit evening
We are the protagonists
Ambiance and soft shadows
The time of amour and desire
Soft music and erotic wine
Slip into the attire of risqué silk
Black silk stockings, French perfume
High heels create a stage
Don’t you love a pedicure?
Garter belts and satin sheets
It takes self-confidence to be sexy
She is exotic like Monroe
Sweet with a true smile
We stroll the words of the poets
Intelligence is sexy
Wit and soft candles
The sea is sublime and cupid has come
Tonight is made of gossamer magic
Her eyes burn with sweet fire
Her red manicured nails scorch the night
The crazy world will be there tomorrow
You don't need to be beautiful to be sexy
Too many of us end the honeymoon to soon
Tonight you are divine
Tonight I am in love
She sings “Happy Birthday Mr. President”
Sometimes the wind just blows her dress up!
Tonight she is my angel in a centerfold
Tonight passion rules and you are mine
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Mortality Sighs
She wants too much
Meaning is the ultimate treasure
She wants more of me
She likes owning
We are the souls of a storm
Darling we are leaving forever
We are the sojourning wind
We are more than dust
I want you in heaven
I want you in eternity
Making love has such depth
We just can't do it forever
Her black silk stockings have belts
Her red toe nails like heaven
Her high heels are open toed with straps
Time slips away with wet haven
Mortality sighs
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Your Intelligence
Isn't intelligence sexy?
I don't just mean cognition
I mean emotional depth
Humor, spiritual wit and dynamics
Computers are logical
Babes your like a ocean
I am diving for Your eggs
Trying to feel your rationality
Analyzing your nuances
Seeing your masks melt
I love the way you hide behind silk
Stockings around my head won't stop me
Your heart and soul needs love
Her high heels like 5 inch fire
Garter belts wet with clover fields
I march like Napoleons army
Love calls me to your fears
The moon is so smart
Your games are like sharks
Your intelligence as sexy as a whip
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Temptation
Night comes, she retreats from love
Winter tears water her memories
Enough pain, she closes the door
Snow falls lightly, hearts freeze
No lavender or soft blue only shadows
Behind thick walls her poetry sighs
Art from the dark soul without sun
Cold frosted illicit moonlight shines
Temptation walks along the lost sea
Silver bracelets and golden chains
Eyes pierce through my weakness
By the fire she burns and waits
The treasures of lust howl like wolves
Winding stairways haunted with ghosts
Masks of feasts from ancient Castles
Winds blow along the barren coast
Collect lost souls with thighs of sin
Creatures dead dance in crimson red
Deep inside the islands become desert
Run from the stars to your fallen bed
She burns like Poe's House of Usher
Frozen lioness eyes raging with war
She calls my name and I must go
Between good and evil my soul is torn
Tonight silence pounds like drums
Her gown is silk and fine black lace
Loneliness springs like an endless well
Aquiline beauty in a Goddesses face
I enter into temptations moonlight
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Silk
Passionate touches
Chocolate kisses
Silk perfection
My body and soul on fire
My eyes glow incandescence
My mind and body sway and rock
You slip into my world
Breathing heavy and high
Fly
Bold and black connections
Silk and creamy perfections
Still life
Real love
Here we go
Lets ride
Lets dance
Lets play
Silk romance
You are my…
You are my…
You are mines
Worth more than all wealth
Greater than any king
Finally the real thing
Silk love
My skin
Milk chocolate
Your skin
Caramel
And we swirl and blend
How does it feel?
Silk feelings never end
His scent
My fragrance
Honeysuckle and milk
His power, my vulnerability
my push, his stroke, our affection…..silk…perfection.
poem by Danielle Beechum
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Hot Wretched Coals
Unfurled winds in the bed of desire
Your stars are no longer in my arms
You have gone to the anchors of ideals
Gone past religion
I loved your silk stockings with belts
Your heels with straps like the deep sea
Remember when our bed was moonlight
Remember when theology had passion
Souls are bowls of incense
Change is mortality
We have changed
Passion like a bipolar night
Broken down into a good girl bad girl
Is it wrong for me to want both?
Can you be both?
Can you wet like a sweet whore?
Have you become to pure?
To ideal to saintly
I am wretched
Hot wretched coals
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Let Me Go
Silk clouds shine rivers of peace
Moonlight on the fallen vampires
Beauty on moss leather stars
All the hidden life in wanton time
Nothing shall ruin my soul
Just weak human flesh
Strange hearts
Here and there a clear moment
Spite coils like serpents
High notes are hard to hit
Shrunken worlds swelter
Our roads go in circles
Here we are in the broken circle
I told you I forgive you
Let me go
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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I Have Fallen
I am the mask of iron chiffon
Denied access to your rebellious rain
We hunt like unborn lovers
Waiting for the wet moon
Fallen like stars as bright as purple
Proper golden doors stay shut
Can you hear me call?
Will you wrap your lace?
I await your cryptic poetry
Secret like the dawn of tides
Tides that flood my night
Tides as warm as red fire
Let me drink until I am guilty
You haunt me like the wind
Open those gates that make me pray
Silk gates of Irish fishnet
The high elves of regal blue
Forests in the flames of joy
Satin gowns like ancient ghosts
Timely counsel where rubies speak
Emerald stars bright as shamans
I left the heavens for your kiss
Tempestuous sea sweeps the kelp
Brazen moonlight cradles my heart
Rings of mandolin wine
Shrouded like sirens of Ulysses
Discretion blows like a trial of Hercules
We are the planets of every treasure
Ships of fire burn in the Gaelic sheets
I have fallen into shamrock tendrils
Fallen like Yeats moral chains
Fallen and waiting for your heaven
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Her Velvet Walk
Words burn like fires from Troy
Pearls from the dying myths
Some fear what then have become
Rodin with hands that touch Michelangelo
She draws for the left bank
Seines flows like Chopin’s piano
Picasso walks under halos
Love is the only moral
Freedom, equality, fraternity
Notre Dam like Emperor Napoleon
Tyranny in the soul is hard to control
The system is congenital
She knows what men like
Draperies as cruel as a whip
Vain damsel of the Mediterranean
Roman grapes like violet slaves
Balance like a Corinthian mathematician
Architects of Ian Rand
Great men ruling the plebeians
We are the children of the barbarians
Prodigy of peacock feathers
Identity of the young corpse
The slave with slaves
The poor working against the poor
Under the sandals of Caesar
Cathedrals of gold with windows of beryl
Everyone in styles of the dead
Some are ghosts not quite gone
Symbols of the phallus gods
Lights brighter than heaven
Hour of glitter as old as Persia
She walks darker than a vampire
I have fallen in love with a spell
A myth that sailed the silver sea
She tells me of silk stockings
She walks like the treasures of Venus
She talks of paintings of Florence
Her Italian heels as elegant as a Mistress
Epochs and ruins in her velvet walk
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Desert Rain
Frothy sea of intangible beauty
You own my ways
I drift like sea gulls
Soar with winds of mystic sails
We are the searchers of time
Waiting for the authentic day
Now the moon is bright
I want your body again
I love silk stockings with garters
I love your high heels around my neck
Your wet tongue is a fountain of fire
I don't know how else to express my feelings
Make love like the desert rain
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Violet Fire
Renewal revels on golden islands
No encumber some vicissitudes
We are the pink rocks of romance
Freedom soars on porcelain angels
Leaves of classic paganism
Inside the tubes of wet forests
Symbiotic truth in your flesh
Poetry of the inner loom
Canals pour their elastic walls
She is the hot moon
Burning trees of green wind
Blue birds like sensuous fire
All monasteries rooted in the desert
Time in pink talons on nipple mountains
Seize the moment in hungry red
Silk stockings around my cerebellum
Stars of silk decadence
Our passion reaches knowledge
Knowledge of ancient flowers
We make love for days like violet fire
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Ghosts of War
Within the fog of did you see?
An old woman, made up to the nines
Can be seen in the corner of the non-believers eye
Purse in hand and a glass of wine
Waiting for a lover who never comes
Just shadows on the wall
Whispering names, through
Spiders silk, the inheritors
Of this forgotten, debutants ball
While Portraits glare at vacant laughter
An echoed waltz swirls
The embrace of loves decay,
Images now jailed within the Crystal shards
Of a fallen chandelier
A tear of Woman wears mourning face well,
This vigil Mask hiding mortality lost
Now broken and marking time,
Love lies lost in the barbed wire of war
Fallen stars to shine no more
Their Remembrance merging into darkness
Behind a cloudless unforgiving sky
Alone is the corpse in cratered field
Covered by poppies blood
Walked on by ghosts to come
Another Whispered soul is roaming
The guns have left their post
And Peace is just an illusion
For yet another Flanders ghost
This cruel winter’s night
The withered rose has lost its fragrance
The champagne has all gone flat
And love calls without an answer
For silence is the memory
And it is we
Who walk hand in hand
With our ghosts of War?
poem by Steven Cooke
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An Insight
He dressed up in silk stockings,
stilettos and black bra
then did a little prance,
a dance, a wiggle!
He liked to make love in her clothes
and though it was 'a lark',
truth was, she thought him soft,
but had a giggle.
D'you know to add some fun
she wore his dicky bow,
at which his laughing stopped __
well men are fickle.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Its her
People love her
she loves many
she's a friend to many more
and others will do anything for her
as beautiful as a sunset
precious as a diamond
as valuble as gold
smarter than anyone old
she's not the sharpest woman
but it makes her look innocent
and her Innocence is too cute
it can calm a dangerous brute
her face the best of all
skin - sheets of silk
eye's - fallen stars
mouth - the entrence to paradise
her face was painted by gods
her personality made by happy hearts
her smile.... it cant be described
to look at her is to feel like to fly
lose yourself in her beauty
look into gemma
just to good to be true
but i still love you
poem by Daniel Laurence
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Out of Perspective
Fangs behind the lush evening
Razor teeth like falling stars
The subjective without priorities
Her eyes like Cleopatra’s whip
Everything blown out of proportion
First things first make life have focus
My focus is her black 6 inch high heels
My idol Your silk stockings posses me
Fishnet thighs wet like an exotic fountain
Succulent religion of a woman’s tongue
Out of perspective in the wild moonlight
Intense hour compressed like a century
My bed haunted by lush liquid dreams
Some men rise slowly like soaring angels
I have stopped and drank from a golden sea
Vanquished on islands of your moans
Your pheromones like chains of Athena
Your red finger nails brighter than fire
Some lovers are like sweet holes in the sky
Everything is out of perspective
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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