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A Courtesy Cough

I’ve often imagined this situation
when we’re together alone.
I visualise this romantic setting,
with the soft lights and music tone.

We whispered love words of magic,
which set our hearts on fire.
Our fingers touched for connection
leading to an eager desire.

An even softer, more intimate whisper
brought our faces to touch,
and then our lips gently kissed,
which we desired oh, so much.

A longer kiss this time with passion
brought us a taste of ecstasy.
Our fingers fondled our hair and faces,
we behaved so excitedly.

Tempting naked necks invited kisses,
tongues touched for the first time.
Pulses raced and heart’s throbbed faster,
to each other we tasted like wine.

There was no thinking at this moment
of the consequences of stop and go.
Her father coughed as he entered the room,
which swiftly ended our flow.

poem by Orlando Belo
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Making Love

Faces face
Fingers lace
Pulses race
Arms embrace

Breathing heavy
Bodies meet
Kisses tender
Love sweet

Warm words
Soft sighs
Careful caresses
Quiet cries

One wooing
One willing
Both needing
Both giving

Tongues mingle
Desires tingle
Passion ignited
Fire kindled

Ecstasy attained
Hearts tremble
Peak reached
Pleasure mutual

Senses satiated
Souls consummated
Longing satisfied
Lovingly gratified

Peace remains
Tumult tamed
Lounging lazily
In passion’s wake

Faces upturned
Fingers lax
Pulses slowing
Skin glowing

Breathing gentled
Bodies grateful
Kisses careless
Love………………….endless

poem by Connie Crane
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At that Moment

At That Moment
When you looked into my eyes
When you held my hand tight
When you smiled so bright
Time seemed to slow down... Time seemed to stop somehow,
At that moment
You moved closer to me, and I moved closer to you
I felt the warmth of your lips, so soft, so beautiful
As they gently touched mine
At that moment in time
I had dreamed and imagined of that moment
Never knowing if it would be, could be, should be
But now I know without fear
That my dreams and my imagination
Were like looking at A waterless tear
like looking at a colorless photo so old
A moonless night so dark and cold...
Compared to the moment
Your lips gently touched mine
That beautiful moment in time,
So amazing, So beautiful, So wonderful.
If you could see a feeling,
Oh the colors, the sounds you would see
Of that very first moment
Of that very first beautiful kiss
What a beautiful gift, That beautiful first
KISS

poem by Daniel lee Davis
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What Would You Like

Tell me you name, tell me your sign.
Please tell me that my mind is right.
I just want to take you to my home.
Where we can talk by a fire all alone.
There's just one thing that I need to know.
Could you ever be there when I woke up,
Or will you be just another and be gone?

Should I buy you a dozen roses?
Should I write you a love poem,
Of how my heart can't stop beating for you?
Should I take you to a lakeside with a romantic dinner?
Would you like candle light flickering in front of us?
Would you like the lovely words that could roll off my tongue?
Would you like me to express how much you mean to me?
Would you like that soft romantic music in the background?

I take one look at you and my heart can't stop smiling.
It begins to display on the outside and my lips curl up.
Looking at you from across the void I can see my life with you.
You take a glance at me and can't help but notice to.
I walk around the corner and fade out of your sight.
I love playing this game.

You chase me around the corner at the end of the aisle.
And we both meet each other eye to eye.
My hands behind my back.
Can you guess what I've got in mind.
Oh I think you'll be suprized.
You look at me and begin to smile.

I see the moonlight fall across your face as you sleep.
I take one look at you as my fingers gently stroke your cheek.
You breathe in and breathe out and stir awake.
Looking up at me and smiling all the while.
I bend down and kiss you ever so slowly.

My lips want to take in every taste it can.
My fingers what to rub your smooth skin.
My eyes want to see all your love dep inside.
And no matter how hard I try.
My mind can't comprehend the beauty within.

If I bought you a dozen roses would you fall in love?
If I wrote you that special love poem would you kiss me tight?
If I took you to a lakeside of of a romantic dinner would you stay the night?
Would you like the candle's flickering lights?
Would you like the expressions of my words rolling off my tongue?
Would you come be with me even though the night's young?
Would you like the kiss that takes the breath away deep within your lungs?

Would you want to be with me through the rest of your life?
Would you want to be with my heart through the beating might?
Would you want to grab my hands and love me through all the bad time?
Would you want to hug me in the anger of emotions and try to fight?
Would you stand within my heart and dance in the spotlight?
Would you like to be with me through the whole night?

poem by Josh Burnett
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The Kiss Of Forever To Me

butterfly’s danced in my stomach that night
finally in your arms
with you holding me tight
I knew what would happen
well not really
the moment was nearer
as our faces drew closer
driving away all fear
we come closer and closer
until were almost one
my heart beats faster and faster
along with yours
our faces cress our desire grows
the stars shine brightly that night
and the moon glowed

fate made this moment
the moment I’ve waited for so long
to share with someone special
someone that makes my eyes light up with fire
someone that makes me feel gorgeous inside and out
someone like you to make my day everyday
fate has brought us together
at last as our lips get closer
our bodies float
I look in your eyes
and come to find the same feeling I have
that same drive

the desirer is clear
as it shines bright
this is like horse back riding on the beach
or heaven
or any wonderful place
my heart beating faster in place
our lips finally touch
with such passion
your tongue explores my mouth
for the first time
I feel wait less worriless over joyed content and every other emotion
at the same time
like some one as put my soul back in my body
I’m hoping you’re liking what I’m doing
for it was only the kiss
I will remember forever
I hope you will to
and I hope we will share many more
kisses that I will cherish forever

poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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The Quest for Ecstasy

Fingers touch and entwine
until they separate and wander.
Tongues touch and taste
whilst fingers delve then linger.

A desire for much more
whilst touching excites.
The closeness of the caress
causes passions to further ignite.

Tongues combine with fingers
in the quest for ecstasy.
The taste of what was promised
brings forth pure rhapsody.

poem by Orlando Belo
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A wishful touch...

A wishful touch, soft and tender.
Then a whisper, full of desire
A sudden gasp of sweet surrender
As passion fuels the fire

No words spoken between them
No promises to be kept
No lies being told tonight
No looking back - no regret

Longing to hold each other
Such precious little time
Both vowed to another
Being lonely their only crime

The softness of your lips, whole
As they slide over mine
Taste like honey to my soul
As they take me back in time

Oh, the fire of your touch
Like hot silk on your tender breasts
The passion I crave so much
As I taste the nectar of your kiss

A Slowly drumming melody in my heart
Your skin like a river of light
My moan of pleasure as you start
Ecstasy I'd never fight

A lovers tune dances up my spine
As the shadow of my embrace
Slides across your thighs
Ohhh sooo slowly the pace

Our hearts mingled in rapture
The torture of passion so sweet
The affection of a thousand years
As at least we meet

Tomorrow maybe bringing sorrow
A brief moment of shame
With the memory of this one night
A release from passion's flames.

poem by Deep Dark Soul Poet
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Tonight (Love Poem)

In the darkness of this night,
Take my hand and hold it tight,
Caress me gently, touch my hair,
Just wanting you is hard to bear.

Kiss me now, our worlds collide,
Set free my passion deep inside,
Let me feel your heart beat fast,
Take away this pain at last.

Whisper soft those words of love,
Touch me, let your fingers rove,
To the place, we fly together,
Alone, together, each for other.

poem by Ian Beckett
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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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Lingering Tastes

He tasted the wine that was on her lips
when they last had kissed.
It was sweeter than if he drunk of it himself,
a taste he could not resist.
He remembered the taste and never could find
anything better than this.
Was it the wine he couldn't forget
or was it just the kiss?

He tasted the bitterness on her lips
when they last had fought.
It was sharper than the words she said to him,
words that did persist
in finding a way to keep him cold,
nothing worse than this.
Was it the words he would never forget
or was it just the kiss?

The wine, the words and even the kiss
became a source of pain.
He prayed that he'd remember her lips of wine
and that the bitterness would not remain.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Say Hi

I took her hand
looking at her palm
to see
lines
and many roads crossing
but all were leading away;
.
I touched her shoulder gently-
that gentle touch left a mark
on her soft skin.

She touched my dreams
and they still ask for her;
I unable to tell them
where she is;

I touch my own face
to be sure I am still here;
I twirl in my room,
to feel the air move;
I am bidding my time-
time
til dream aside
you walk up to me
and say hi.
haven't we met before?

And I say hi;
I think so.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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I touched my father’s heart

Today
My heart shuddered for
My two month old son, my first born,
Fallen ill…
I touched my father’s heart,
That once throbbed for me,
Down numberless days and nights,
Whenever I fell ill…
Ages ago…
I touched my father’s heart,
That has sailed through
Thrice and more attacks…
That has gathered icebergs
To block the flow…
I touched my father’s heart
When my little first born
Touched his first illness,
And struggled for breath
In the frozen monsoon nights…
At the fringe of ages,
Where every fatherhood meets every sonhood,
My heart touched my father’s heart…
I lived my father’s heart…!

poem by Abhilash Fraizer
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The Secret Lover

I am the lover of my brother’s wife,
Said Jane; we sit and talk when he’s
Away at work. I love the way she sits
And the sound of her voice, the sparkle
In her eyes when the room lights capture,
Breathe in her scent when we draw near.
I touch her hand to feel her pulse, sense
The blood race beneath her skin, her fingers
Clutching the glass of wine she’s poured,
The way her other hand rests upon my knee.
She is the object of my dreams, the subject
Of my thoughts and sight; she sleeps beside
Me in my bed at night, sometimes imagined
Often for real when her husband’s away.
She is the sun of my body’s planet, the moon
That lights up my dark in a universe of doubt
And deep depression. She is my guide through
Dante’s Hell, my lover behind my brother’s back,
The one who covers me in kisses, who puts her
Tongue where my tongue dwells. We embrace
Like vines about each other, our fingers touch
The contours of our flesh, trace out the features
Of each others’ face. We make love now and then
On my brother’s bed, my head upon his pillow,
My spilt juices where his have laid, my body
Brought to the highest passion, brought to life
And the hottest love by my brother’s wife.

poem by Terry Collett
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Bed of Lavender and Lilac

It is my extraordinary pleasure
To feel the hem
Of her blue dress
As the sunlight dances
On her soft, shoulder-length hair
In the delicate afternoon.

I have child-like eagerness
To kiss her wine-touched lips
In the magical moment of desire
When I place my hands
On her sweet and girlish hips
And I begin to slowly taste
The warmth and passion
Of her exciting perfumed skin.

I will transform myself
Into the most perfect lover
She ever undressed with
In a room full of flowers;

She will not forget
When our bodies met
On a bed of lavender and lilac.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
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A Simple Touch!

you touched my hand,
and raised this body
from the land of the dead...
you touched my heart,
and freed this soul
from the dark maze
of its own prison.
you touched my eyes,
and restored sight
to a blind man.
you touched my ears,
and filled them with
the song of every living creature.
you touched my desire,
and brought stone and fire,
and the echo of the whipporwill's song.
i touched you,
and the earth stopped turning,
rivers stopped flowing,
and mountains fell...
all in a simple touch!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Gently

(words & music by wizell - lisbona)
Gently your eyes met mine
Tender, trusting, true
Gently your hand took mine
Thrilled me through and through
Gently, oh so gently
Gentle as the dawn
Gently, oh so gently
Our true love was born
Gently your lips kissed mine
As we strolled along
Gently your heart touched mine
Young and warm and strong
Gently the hour is near
When true loves have to part
Gently well meet again
One more kiss, sweetheart

song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Resurrection

There was a time
When i could breath my life in you
One by one
Your pale fingers started to move
And i touched your face
And all life was erased
You smiled like an angel
(falling from grace)
We've been slaves to this love
From the moment we touched
And keep begging for more
Of this resurrection
We've been slaves to this love
From the moment we touched
And keep begging for more
Of this resurrection
You kissed my lips
With those once cold fingertips
You reached out for me
And oh how you missed
You touched my face
And all life was erased
You smiled like an angel
(falling from grace)
We've been slaves to this love
From the moment we touched
And keep begging for more
Of this resurrection
We've been slaves to this love
From the moment we touched
And keep begging for more
Of this resurrection

song performed by by H.I.M.
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How Sweet Love Is

To meet her and instantly be in her arms.
Holding her kissing her feeling her presence.
Is passionate romantic stuff Hollywood movies sell on.

Within minutes to be stripping naked
while still holding touching kissing
tripping on magic of precious moments;
finally in your lovers arms after five days absence;
is the great joy of a true compassionate love.

The taste of your lovers lips
the feel of her soft skin
the caressing of her soft golden hair;
as you run your fingers softly through;
the embrace of her warm naked body

all contribute to the magic of this
the first magic moments of our meeting
the eager anticipated heat of our greeting;
our souls and our bodies are ever seeking;
the way back to our partners heat and presence.

Oh our sweet our love is.
Oh our sweet our heat is.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Fingers Of Loneliness

The fingers of loneliness
can sometimes touch the warmest heart
making it feel isolated
when no one is around.
We stand on pinnacles of our own desire
that are often consumed by fire
leaving us scorched and lonely,
too heated to be touched.
We feel engulfed in sadness,
our shouts cannot be heard
and we wonder what we have said
when we have no angry words.
Our hearts beat a distant beat
that echoes out to no one
when the fingers of loneliness
touch deep inside our soul.

17 September 2008

poem by David Harris
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Love Resurrection

I want to be just you and me
The music to play
To hide in a lonely place
To taste a bottle of red wine

To kiss you full of passion
Like there is no tomorrow
You are the sea, i am the wind
Touch you softly, touch you wildly

Your body dynamite alight
Your breath stops the time
Your kiss, frozen me, burning me
Your glance like magnet

We roll like the river, from bed
to walls, from tables to rugs
Like a piano melody our fingers
Touching wet body

Let it never end
Passion, eternity
To this room the death will come
And if tomorrow comes
Don't be afraid
It's a love resurrection

poem by Yiannis Baki
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Taking A Glance At You

taking a glance at you
is poetry in itself, by itself and for itself.

there are words in my eyes
they speak in silence. They long to tell you what i feel.

there are hands on my lips. There are fingers there.
They long to go near you and kiss your lips too.

i see you as words too. Your eyes are images of my
own happiness. Your lips are shaping the shapes of ships
and they have sails to take me away to ecstacies.

i feel you as words of love, and lust and desire insatiable.
my fingers want to read every syllable in your face.

you have always been my poem.And there are so many of you
in all of them.

words, and images, and ecstacies. faces and compositions.
i love all of them. And this time i take a glance again.
at you. this poem. this is you. Believe me.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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