Soft Breasts
Soft breasts
On a summer mattress,
There’s a lilac breeze
Wafting gently
Through an open window.
To gaze into her eyes
Would be like wading
In a magical stream
Of eternal youth.
I’m dazzled by her hair
Flirting with the butterfly tattoo
Flying on her perfect left shoulder,
I’m tenderly crushed by desire.
She abruptly rises from the bed
When she notices me
Painting her portrait
On the canvas of my mind.
She contemplates
Turning me out of the house
Like a servant,
But she understands, I’ll suffer more
Watching her every move.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Yellow Butterfly.
Gently flapping it's thin wings,
A butterfly lands upon my fingers,
And upon a soft breeze it leaves,
Yet it's delicate presence lingers.
Sunny yellow rimmed it's wings.
With dark daffodil yellow rings,
Pure coal black traced it's veins,
It's image - in my mind - remains.
Such a soft and delicate brush,
Of a butterflies wings, so plush,
The softest touch of it's tiny legs,
Lifted my spirits - well, the dregs.
That butterfly, that passed me by,
The messenger between land and sky,
Has stayed lodged in my mind,
I'll never meet another of it's kind,
A single butterfly, while I was alone,
Came to me and my world was thrown,
But I'll never forget that yellow butterfly,
That left me when I let out a soft sigh,
A soft sigh that came from me,
Swept my butterfly, set it free,
This is my butterfly that I'll remember,
My butterfly from last September.
poem by Rayne Goddard
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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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Free Butterfly
The butterfly is free. It glides with the breeze gently. It looks as if it simply floats in the air. The wings barely move an inch. The butterfly is peaceful, beautiful, and magical. Its simply the sign of happiness.
poem by Pagan Eisenhauer
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Sleeping Breath
Hours before the dawn,
The soft moonlight seeps
Through an open upstairs window,
A blanket is tossed from the bed,
And a woman’s glorious nakedness
Is proud in the kingdom
Of uninhibited dreams.
One imagines heaven
To be an eternity of golden slumber
Where a woman’s chest
Rises and falls
In a restful rhythm
While her sleeping breath
Fashions invisible kisses.
Unspeakable joy
Emanates from every desire
To gaze for uninterrupted hours
Upon her ivory shoulders
Gently brushed by brunette hair.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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The lightest touch.
Softly he touched me, gently as a breeze
that wafts this way and that, swaying summer hats.
Gently he caressed, with words so honey combed and sweet,
to melt the coldest heart, my moment was complete.
Sinking into sugar brown eyes, his soft brown skin
and big ‘huggy' grin, we seemed to melt each other from within.
The summer grass, it filled my head within this bed of ecstasy,
I lay beneath the lilac tree; its scent was drifting over me.
Our hands found each other, we kissed, my eyes brimmed over
to think, some day, this moment I might miss.
How sad in life all things move on and like the flowing waves
we lovers separated to go our different ways,
but as tears sting my eyes and burn into my heart
I've one more memory to share; he had the lightest touch.
poem by Ruth Walters
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The Beautiful Dream Butterfly
Past the silvery resplendent moon
Through the silken curtain
Tumbled gently the blissful breeze
Like the falling tendril of hair across the lovers face
And with her alights the beautiful dream butterfly
With delightful wings of gossamer
She flutters and flies
Dances and glides
Casting her divine silhouette
Across his mysterious face
As he sits with his head in his books
He glances up into the air
He puts out his hand gently softly like the whisper
Of the secret love
But she swoops away
He watches mesmerised
Absorbing like a candle the beautiful dream butterfly
As her presence illuminates his darkness with an aurora of stars
He sighs as he closes his eyes and when he opens them
She is gone
The beautiful dream butterfly
poem by Lilac Wine
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Caramel
It's under his electric gaze
She
Begins to melt
Like Sugar
In a burning hot pan
Turning into caramel
It's the way his eyes linger
Over
Every
Little
Inch
Of her
That hunger
That makes her blood sing
Sizzle
Heats her from within
Lava in her veins
Dancing in delight
Making the warm summer breeze
Gently
Caressing her
Cold enough to cause goosebumps on her
Warm
Soft
Smooth
Skin
It's that look in his eyes
Like she's some delicious thing
That taste
You didn't know existed
Until
You tried it
Now
You crave it
Can't live without it
Want every time
To be like that first bite
It's that hunger
That reduces her to nothingness
Yet,
For that second
Makes her feel like his everything
Infects her with a power
She was not aware she possessed
Enchants her
Forces her to see herself through his eyes
After which
She only wishes to be seen by him
That gaze that lingers
Caresses her without so much a touch
That want
Desire
The igniting of that fire
The kick from the combustion
She feels deep within her
Pulses in her core
Sending waves of delight
Waves of heat which ignite everything they come in contact with
Her being
Consumed
Turning to caramel
Burning sugar
Melting quickly
That alchemy
Under his electric gaze.
poem by Rabia Minhas
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Butterfly, Butterfly
Hoping to catch your eye
Circling around you, oh my
Butterfly, butterfly, come into the light
Oh, what a beautiful sight
Flying so gracefully
Into the sky, the butterfly
Trying to catch a butterfly
Fly, fly, fly, butterfly
There he sets upon the mums
I'm having so much fun
Here's another on the sill
Your standing so still
You go to touch him
There he goes, the butterfly
I hear a tapping on the window
It's the butterfly, fly, fly, fly
There he goes into the sky
Flying so high, the butterfly
I'll see you another day
Butterfly, butterfly, away
poem by Sharon Adamson
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Embraced
My eyes devoured her
took her hungrily;
she watched;
watching me wanting her
in that instant where
time dances slowly,
where breathing
rises like an ocean wave
and then comes
crashing
upon the Soul's Shore;
jets of emotional eddies
swirling.
Her chest fills with air;
her breasts
reach out, expanding
toward me
where my eyes
meet hers;
two surges merge;
her breasts
meet my chest
mingling
long repressed
Furtive Desire
and Urgent Opportunity.
I move beside her
but still within vision.
She stands stock still
her profile in my eyes
rises and falls
on an ocean of Flailing Anticipation;
lunging, cresting
and finally crashing
on that quivering shore
where the Soul's Soul lives;
for we are beyond Soul itself
to the Spiritual.
She invited my look
drinking in my steady gaze;
still as a twilight's
summer stars.
I moved again
outside her vision
behind her,
her back a creamy canvass
awaiting the artists brush-
my finger-tip-
on skin blushed;
with butterfly warm breaths-
lips- settling on her neck
pulsating
volcano-hot.
My Heart-
first a suitor-
is now a slave;
backhand tracing
across spaghetti strap
lined shoulders;
she
moves backward
against my bare chest
nestling there
for the Soul-Fit;
reaching back
we finger-tip to finger-tip
touch the touch which satisfies,
All Longing.
With one hand
behind and below
she makes contact
with my Sincerity
and I am hers forever.
We move in this dance
in this
our first
full-throated
embrace;
transformed.
All gravity evaporates
in the melting light
and joined
we surge
into the Intimacy
Transfixed.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Soft and Tenderly
Soft and tenderly,
A breeze comes to me...
And then it leaves.
Quick and fresh it is.
Taking me within in its midst,
Ever gently.
Cool, fresh and sweet...
Then it goes.
How it flows to tease with blowing,
No one knows.
The sky clear and crisp.
As my eyes lift to witness,
The Sun rise and glow.
The birth of this day...
Has a peaceful way to say,
Share this and grow.
A wealth of Spring begins,
And I sing without end...
A melody that is soft,
With a tenderness I seldom show.
Soft and tenderly,
A breeze comes to me...
And then it leaves.
Quick and fresh it is.
Taking me within in its midst,
Ever gently.
How it flows to tease with blowing,
No one knows.
And I'm glad to sit as it drifts,
Unresisting the giving,
It bestows.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The New Theory
A butterfly's wing
moving gracefully
in a still Asian dawn
works up a storm
that beats the hell
out of us in Pennsylvania.
I used to think it was
a woman somewhere
on he other side of the world,
turning, maybe, in her sleep,
or tossing the hair
from her face with a soft flip,
that has wakened me
on this lonely dark night,
not a sound, not a glint
of light out the window,
and no air at all
on this night when I need
air, even if only
what comes of a butterfly
passing, or a woman
turning, or tossing her hair.
Anonymous submission.
poem by Louis McKee
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I Am The Eternal Spectator
I am the eternal spectator
The eternal stimulator
Of things that never come
Of things that never come
I am the eternal spectator
The eternal ruminator
Of things better left alone
Of things better left alone
Watching over you
Sometimes inside of you
Watching over you
Sometimes inside of you
The eternal dictator
Of your perpetual distraction
The eternal collector
Of things that were never done
The eternal agitator
Of a war you never fought
The eternal demonstrator
Until you prove me wrong
Watching over you
Sometimes inside of you
Watching over you
Long-dead inside of you.
song performed by by Moonspell from Butterfly Effect
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Further To Fly
There may come a time
When youll be tired
As tired as a dream that wants to die
And further to fly
Further to fly
Further to fly
Further to fly
Maybe you will find a love
That you discover accidentally
Who falls against you gently
As a pickpocket
Brushes your thigh
Further to fly
Effortless music from the cameroons
The spinning darkness of her hair
A conversation in a crowded room going nowhere
The open palm of desire
Wants everything
It wants everything
It wants everything
Sometimes Ill be walking down
The street and Ill be thinking
Am I crazy
Or is this some morbid little lie
Further to fly
Further to fly
Further to fly
A recent loss of memory
A shadow in the family
The baby waves bye-bye
Im trying, Im flying
There may come a time
When I will lose you
Lose you as I lose my light
Days falling backward into velvet night
The open palm of desire
Wants everything
It wants everything
It wants soil as soft as summer
And the strength to push like spring
A broken laugh a broken fever
Take it up with the great deceiver
Who looks you in the eye
And says baby dont cry
Further to fly
There may come a time
When I will lose you
Lose you as I lose my sight
Days falling backward into velvet night
The open palm of desire
The rose of jericho
Soil as soft as summer
The strength to let you go
song performed by by Paul Simon
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Shades Of Michelangelo
A still-life portrait
A view from my window
Touched by innocence
Now fading away
Into a quiet storm
Of the tears of the angels
Falling around me
As I'm watching the days
I frame colors of passion
Against a fading sky
With a stroke of love
On the canvas of my soul
I'm painting a perfect world
With shades of Michaelangelo
With each promise made
In every heart that knows
We can live in a perfect world
in shades of Michaelangelo
A seed of hope
Grows in my garden
I feel the earth
Beneath my feet
Running through my mind
Are dreams of a future
Where all of this world
Works in harmony
I frame colors of passion
Against a fading sky
I hear songs of children
Echo in the sky
I hear songs of children
A tomorrow so bright
song performed by by Belinda Carlisle
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Shades Of Michaelangelo
A still-life portrait
A view from my window
Touched by innocence
Now fading away
Into a quiet storm
Of the tears of the angels
Falling around me
As Im watching the days
I frame colors of passion
Against a fading sky
With a stroke of love
On the canvas of my soul
Im painting a perfect world
With shades of michaelangelo
With each promise made
In every heart that knows
We can live in a perfect world
In shades of michaelangelo
A seed of hope
Grows in my garden
I feel the earth
Beneath my feet
Running through my mind
Are dreams of a future
Where all of this world
Works in harmony
I frame colors of passion
Against a fading sky
I hear songs of children
Echo in the sky
I hear songs of children
A tomorrow so bright
song performed by by Belinda Carlisle
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You Left Without an Au Revoir
You fled like the last summer breeze,
Without whispering a word; without a tease.
I am sadly disappointed; I thought you were different.
I thought that you were a special plant,
You had a sweetly exotic smell,
And you would gently usher me under your spell.
Instead, you crushed me in a cruel and unusual way;
You surreptitiously broke my heart,
You abruptly and unnecessarily took me apart.
Oh! You miserably failed to make my day.
You vanished like the last spring frost,
You abandoned me in sadness and in lust.
I am left to fight the demons and the stooges alone.
You fled without an au revoir, without humming a last song.
poem by Hebert Logerie
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Watching Me Watching You
I sit by the cutting on the beaconsfield line.
Hes watching me watching the trains go by.
And they move so fast --- boy, they really fly.
Hes still watching me watching you watching the
Trains go by.
And the way he stares --- feel like locking my door
And pulling my phone from the wall.
His eyes, like lights from a laser, burn
Making my hair stand --- making the goose-bumps crawl.
Hes watching me watching you watching him
Watching me
Im watching you watching him watching me
Watching stares.
At the cocktail party with a bucks fizz in my hand
I feel him watching me watching the girls go by.
And they move so smooth without even trying.
Hes still watching me watching you watching the
Trains go by.
And the crowd thins and he moves up close but he doesnt speak.
I have to look the other way.
But curiosity gets the better part of me and I peek:
Got two drinks in his hand --- see his lips move ---
What the hells he trying to say.
Hes watching me watching you watching him
Watching me.
Im watching you watching him watching me
Watching stares.
Hes watching me watching you watching him
Watching me.
Hes watching me watching you watching
The trains go by.
Hes watching me watching you watching him
Watching me.
Hes watching me watching you watching him watching me.
Hes watching me watching you watching him watching me watching him watching.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Moments of Silence
Did you know
That there is a Firmamant
Between us?
Amid silent box springs
And Golden mattress...
Overwhelmed by a deluge
Of Red Silken Sheets
Teasing comforters
And Pallid Quilts of fear
My sleep it never comes easy...
I am but a solitary sojourner
Looking for the Sandman
And longing for your Being
Mind, Body and Soul...
Just a touch tenderly
Oh, yes, tenderly
For i am a delicate Soul
Not quite whole...
Ethereal and filled with:
Tranquility-Empathy
Fire of desire
Not necessarily in
That order...
I am a face yet unseen
By your eyes
Disabled by time and by
Space
I am hidden under
Blue velvet comforter
I float into
Your magical dusted space
I am alone and unseen
I am stoic-still a mute
At last sweet dreams
Of you enter in R.E.M.
I can now see your face
poem by Theodora Onken
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Eyes Wide Open
Your eyes are wide open, but yet you don’t see
All the love I have inside of me.
Eyes wide open, but you don’t look around
You don’t open your ears, you don’t hear a sound.
Eyes wide open but the beauties that surround you
Do not seem to exist.
Is it that your eyes on you are playing tricks?
Eyes wide open and yet you have a blank stare.
Have you closed off your mind?
Or you just don’t care.
What can I do to remove that haze
So that on my face you can gaze.
If I hold you tenderly in my arms
And kiss those beautiful eyes.
Will they move? Will they cry?
What must I do so that you can see
That our love was meant to be.
They say that you went deep inside yourself
To hide the hurt and pain
But without your love “ I am the same”.
Eyes wide open. Did they just glance at me?
Is it because your heart is finally free?
I see a tear forming in your eyes
Emotions being let out that you tried to hide.
Eyes wide open- now they are mine
I can see your love for the very first time.
poem by Louis Rams
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Rose-Petal Girl
Small flower, rose-petal girl,
I want to see you again
When a spring breeze gently blows
Through the budding trees.
Delicate one, unimaginably beautiful one,
I desire to touch the sun
As it tenderly kisses your hair;
You have made the world become
A valley of pleasurable dreams.
When I see you,
Life is the miracle of eternal youth;
I behave like a young boy
Who walks a girl home from school,
But is too shy to speak to her.
There is an endlessly dazzling blue sky
With gorgeous white clouds that hypnotize;
I could forever be in a trance
Following the sway of your skirt
And breathing the perfume of your blouse.
Every time you smile,
A poet should be writing a poem
With softly falling tears
In both his eyes;
Undoubtedly, you are
An elegantly burning candle
That romantically brightens
Every room you enter.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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