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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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
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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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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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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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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You're Such A Treat
Can’t we talk with grace?
Expressions embellished with history
With myth
With lighthouses and castles
Can’t we kiss with your black stockings on?
Your belts to a garter
Your pedicure like an exotic treasure chest
Romance makes your eyes into the moon
Metaphor with golden jubilation
Swarthy debonair lines of Renoir
Ballet dancers with poise
Innuendo bright with humor
Darling you get it!
You’re such a treat
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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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
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Save Me
On the steps of the risen hope
White mirrors of immunized bleach
Self righteous flowers that condemn
Run for the back graves
Nature a bent burden
Twisted like a Narrow road
There is hope for me
I need you
I need your red dress
I need your five inch heels
I need your silk stockings with garters
I need your late night poetry
I cannot lie
Save me
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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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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Why Women Wear Heels?
Women wear heels, fashion dictate.
Women wear heels to imitate.
Women wear heels to feel great.
Women wear heels to look taller.
Women wear heels, feet look smaller.
Sky high heels to look sexy.
To walk on heels, one can't be lazy.
To walk on heels, a balancing act.
To walk on heels, risks the back.
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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Can't Shake It
Here it come here it come
She'll make the hair rise on every inch of your skin
With a blink of an eye she's out to do me in
She loves to play it rough got me in the ropes
She's wearing my name in a blue tatoo
I couldn't run if I wanted to
I can't shake it I can't shake it
She's a high maintenance unit
Never lets me down
Got diamonds on her stockings
No she wears me out
Doctor says it's the worst case
He's ever seen is that right sir
Well ya know I ain't blind baby
I can see
I can't get straight
For the life of me
I can't shake it I can't shake it
She starts me up and turns me inside out
She's too hot a fire to ever put out can't shake it
I can't shake it oooh no
Ummm bad she's wearing my name in a blue tatoo
Yea you look so good baby in those seven inch heels
Across my back
She's so tough the way she turns me round
Tears me up never lets me down
Can't shake it
Well she starts me up and turns me inside out
She's too hot a fire to ever put out aahhhhhh
I can't shake it I can't shake it
You know what I'm talkin' about
I can't shake it
Is that right baby
I can't shake it yea
I can't shake it I can't shake it
Wooo
I can't shake it
Lookin' so fine baby
I can't shake it I can't shake it
No no no
I can't shake it
Woooo
I can't shake it
song performed by by 38 Special
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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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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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Jazz Trees
Jazz trees sway by the river
Miles sweet horn blows desire
Desire to know you
Desire to return home
I await the breeze of freedom
Barefoot on a golden beach
You are like seagulls
You make me feel every note
Red toe nail polish
Coltrane and eagles
Slow wet days
I have known you forever
We are ruled by your pheromones
Gardens of a king size bed
I get your coffee in the morning
Sketches of Rembrandt
Trains in the mountains
Leave your fears I am here
Chicago suburbs
You lay like a Queen
Art and books
Black and white photography
Garter belts soaked
Goddess with the bathroom door open
Six inch high heels
Sex so deep it hurts
Slow melted psyche
Jazz trees sway
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Isn't Poetry Great?
Poetry is great
poetry is fun
you can write
about anything
under the Sun.
It can be cathartic
and can save your day
you can write how you feel
if your unsure what to say.
Poetry can be serious
and can make you weep
but some poetry is boring
and can send you off to sleep.
But as long as you have a go
and you enjoy what you do
that's all that really matters
when you write a verse or two.
So long live poetry I say
may it always be here
but I've got to end this one
as my muse has run out, oh dear!
poem by Kevin Halls
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I used to wear heels because I wanted to show people I wasn't ashamed of being tall. But I don't wear them any more because you don't have to wear heels to be beautiful. I can't even remember the last time I wore heels.
quote by Elle Macpherson
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I Dont Write Poetry!
i dont write poetry...
i sweat poetry, i drink poetry,
i breathe poetry, i make love to poetry,
i fight poetry, i eat poetry,
i bleed poetry, i crap poetry...
too often i betray poetry,
sometimes i dropp poetry.
once i tripped over poetry,
got angry and kicked poetry.
i rocked poetry on a sleepless night,
i buried poetry on the hill...
i lived poetry, for i am poetry...
no, i dont write poetry,
but poetry writes me!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Inch By Inch
You can take a powder
You can take a drink
You can keep the shrink
And the kitchen sink
Write my name in heaven
In invisible ink
I just woke up from dreaming, I think
You can take me over
You can give me a lip
You can take me under
You can give me the slip
Take off everything or tear me off a strip
Like a lady in the chamber
And another in the clip
Chorus
Dont move a muscle baby
Dont even flinch
You can miss me by a mile
Or just inch by inch
Inch by inch
Inch by inch
Inch by inch
You can pull me up again
Inch by inch
Inch by inch
As pulses race
I long to see that look upon your face
You can take me outside
You can take me apart
You can take me upstairs
You can take me to heart
You made me love you when
You thought you were so smart
Dont try to stop me when
You told me to start
Chorus
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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