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An exploration - an introduction
Posted:Jan 23, 2014 5:13 am
Last Updated:Feb 4, 2018 4:55 pm
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I believe
within us all sensuality lurks
awaiting the right touch or kiss
a rising pulse of light and heat
a shared repast of loving bliss
within us all waiting.


First kisses are fresh and sweet, but once the taste is taught, how keenly in experienced lovers builds the heat, tumbling together anew in passion caught.

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Insignificant Ponderings
Posted:Feb 23, 2018 12:38 am
Last Updated:Feb 23, 2018 6:06 am
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Insignificant Ponderings
I have heard all the songs
dreamed of a ragtop mustang coupe on Route 66
listened to the sweet nothings of Hollywood
danced in the dark and looked for the girls
with the short skirts and brown boots
the ones with the far-away eyes
hair falling Niagara like
in blonde or brown or blue
and a high wattage smile
the stand on who could be the star
if someone would arrange
for the star to be knee-capped
which seems a little extreme
as we just met over coffee
and you might not be the dream
in fact maybe I need to look deeper
than finding someone guided by
the lyrics of songs and images of
the silver screen always aiming for
a box office top grossing hit
not an explanation of life
no wisdom or life answers supplied
would slow down the story line
or flatten the rhythm of the song
break the beat of the music
so I guess there is always alcohol
legal and non-legal drugs
and long walks on beach
wondering if shark attacks
occur three feet from the shore
and will the sharks bring a tape deck
playing the theme of Jaws
to give warning of their attack
or simply a song from West Side Story
and realising my thoughts are contaminated
by 20th Century music and movies.

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Only a Thought Away
Posted:Feb 22, 2018 8:46 pm
Last Updated:Feb 23, 2018 6:26 am
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Only a Thought Away
You are always only a thought away
as I move through my busy day
a tingle waiting on my lips
The Sun reappearing after eclipse
the sigh of wind I hear at night
upon the storm tossed sea a lighthouse light
the passion for which I live
the reason why my heart can give

You are always only a thought away
as I move through my busy day
you are the night which brings sleep
the river of life into which I leap
you are all colours of rainbow bright
my morning noon and my night
you are the music I hear which lifts me
you are the beauty in the world I see

You are always only a thought away
as I move through my busy day
you are the place I would wish to end
when with busy world no more can contend
the smile which lights up my face
every reason to move with joy and grace
the ecstasy which gives me passion deep
the dream overcoming nightmares in my sleep

You are always only a thought away
as I move through my busy day
your kisses rich carry me forward
even when our words grow awkward
the caressing touch of my love near
at every moment brings me warmth and cheer
and best of all in every way
you are never further than a thought away.

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Never Seems to End Well (poetry) (off topic)
Posted:Feb 21, 2018 5:03 pm
Last Updated:Feb 22, 2018 8:59 pm
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Never Seems to End Well
You say the children are marching
that never seems to end well
they did once before
to support the Crusades
their intention to reach the Holy Lands
the march did not end well at all
if the children are marching
likely some will die
and yet you say some already have
been killed where they stood
in terror at their hool
teachers gunned down trying to protect
these innocents from having blood shed
isn't hool a safe place
to learn the stories bright
gain fresh educational insight
watch the clock and desire
for longer hours of recess
the children are marching
it will not end well
and when you say some are murdered
in their hool grounds slaughtered
happening every few days
the innocents gunned down
by those of unsound mind well armed
the message these marchers carry
to address legislators not in a hurry
you say the children are marching
that never seems to end welll
but if the children are being slaughtered
and the adults stand aside and say
there is nothing to be d
then I think this may already be hell.


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rain
Posted:Feb 21, 2018 3:49 am
Last Updated:Feb 21, 2018 3:54 am
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rain
Lightning breaks the sky
Cloud banks surge
A violent sky outside
Air shimmers here
Waiting for the rain
a downfall begins
first top then bottoms
disrobing before the storm
seeing the Siren revealed
a water nymph
waiting for the rain
our passion does not hesitate
close space between
heat merges as in kissing meld
foreplay as electric
as the heavy humid air
rising moisture in each of us
waiting for the rain
a crack of thunder
simultaneously with lightning
the clouds are broken
and rain cascades down
outside we dart
leaving the dryness within
sleek otters embracing
under the rain
the dots of rain bouncing
from our naked forms
and hands track rain
for you love the water
every drop a kiss
every breath of wind
a sensual caress
during a storm
we can never rest
you sing your Siren song
an ululation to the sky
to gods and mortals
we are heat
our passion
dries our skins
as the rain falls down.
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No Quarter
Posted:Feb 20, 2018 11:31 pm
Last Updated:Feb 22, 2018 9:01 pm
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No Quarter
Water is as cold as your ice water
And your glance says they will be no quarter
How we got to here I am really unsure
perhaps we are just dumb and immature
five minutes with you I am screaming to leave
and if I fell under a train you wouldn't grieve
ill-matched and mis-matched we are not a pair
I never notice if you dye or cut your hair
You think i spend to much time away
want me to settle with you for a day
we tried that and the television flew
into next door and drowned in their pool
we cannot speak except to insult
and neither the other does ever consult
however when we are amorous and open
we decide best way with life to be coping
is to get sweaty and practice our wiles
get naked and cover ourselves in smiles
have the kind of sex resulting in breaking
chairs and a table and the bed is now shaking
unbalanced and unhinged we go for each other
as if of days we believe there won't be another
bruised and chafed and sated we slump
united in those ecstatic moments of a great hump
till the endorphins escape and we return to the fact
we are only great partners when in the sexual act.

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Lips Dry Tonight
Posted:Feb 20, 2018 4:48 pm
Last Updated:Feb 22, 2018 8:49 pm
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Lips Dry Tonight
Are your lips dry tonight
will your lipstick last all night
a pining in your heart
for some loving to start
is there lingerie in a drawer
you hope to wear not sure whom for
they are still somewhere out of sight
though you search with all your might
are your lips dry tonight
desiring other lips to alight
bring moisture and heat
curl the toes on your feet
send a surge through body electric
do something mad useless and eccentric
at midnight bathe naked in a fountain
make love atop a high mountain
are your lips dry tonight
is everything all right
are the days of getting older
making you feel so much bolder
can you truly wonder
how your teasing hands could wander
over sensual skin succulent
could make loving such an event
if only someone would play
then your heart might stay
are your lips dry tonight
will you leave on the light
so someone might find their way home
someone like you who idly does roam
waiting for Romeo or Juliet to arrive
not sure how much waiting you can survive
want your lipstick removed
in a passion wild approved
want your clothes to be cast aside
when lust and love in passion coincide
and you want to awaken
in a bed completely shaken
makeup still on
though lipstick all gone
and your lips chafed and dry
from where those kisses passionate did lie.

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Dark of Your Smile
Posted:Feb 20, 2018 5:31 am
Last Updated:Feb 22, 2018 8:48 pm
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Dark of Your Smile
The dark of your smile
in black of night easy blends
and I wonder how this ends
for getting to know strangers
might mean meeting someone
who is completely beyond our means
and a flicker of tongue tip pink
as you invite me in
and I would worry more
but the line of your stockinged leg
distracts the thoughts incomplete
so I follow you so controversial
the slow sway of hips a voodoo spell
and you know your magic well
you look back over your shoulder
and I wonder if I will get any older
for your smile white and bright
so many fangs as a wolf on a Winter night
and so welcoming you are
a fierce heat rises from your sensual body
and you draw your nails across
my supine eager form
tugging back my top so you may
kiss and nibble at tender skin beneath
and I wonder if you intend to do me harm
as my body with caresses you easy charm
I am a mortal in grip of a goddess
and is this goddess for good and evil
and soon I care little for such niceties
for I am naked and vulnerable under your gaze
and I see a tear and I am amazed
you ask me if you are beautiful
and I think what trickery this
or what form of torture brought you here
a woman beautiful who might think
she was not or should not be so
and I lay my warm lips upon you
as a Prince might once to raise a curse
and clothes discarded we do our best
to do our very erotic worse
track-lines of scratches red
kisses hibiscus pink blossoming
on our supple love drenched skins
and you take my ear lobe in your lips
and in the mirror I see dark of your smile
and I know dawn is far away
and we two travelers have so far to go.

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I Remember How To Kiss
Posted:Feb 19, 2018 11:05 pm
Last Updated:Feb 20, 2018 5:14 am
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I Remember How To Kiss
I remember how to kiss
these lips recall intimacy
the light pressure exploratory
caressing skin onto skin
the slight catch as lips meet
not sliding over this is real skin
the warmth and supple heat
stirring an eagerness within
the tip of tongue leaping
tactile tip down other upper lip
as if sketching for memory
and eliciting new sensations
and lips together in interest
prowl across each other melding
lip to lip and tongue on tongue
caressing stroking sucking
learning what makes you run
ticking clock of this kiss
until breath is expended
and pause and break apart
for a moment lips wish to linger
and that is the very start
yet in eyes such wakefulness
alertness of predator and prey both
then all dismissed from thought
as lips drawn into another kiss caught
riding the rhythm of those other lips
and setting pace with own heart
feeling purr of your breath
the inquisitive dartings of a tongue
hungry heat of these lips
embracing closer than we have d
pressed and pushed and lightly crushed
these lips so sweet and hint of musk
within the mouth of each kiss
a soaring breathless wanting bliss
and swerving from your lips
to cheek and down chin
light kisses caressing soft
then at throat the kisses explode
tasting sensual heat of skin beneath
and lifting and sucking a heavy kiss
how you squirm beneath this embrace
as adrenaline surges and heart does race
a kiss for throat and thrice for neck
kisses slipping lower onto collarb
explore the way you are constructed
buttons of your top coming und
as you arch back and begin to hum
as if a high tension wire in the wind
and these kisses make this wire sing
swooping onto edge of covered breast
tasting rich creamy mound as you shiver
as these kisses fresh joy deliver
the passion now is reaching higher
is more than lust become desire
to unwrap you with kisses many
a fusillade of passion stirring hits
these kisses you find hard to resist
swaying you leave world drift away
content here in kissing delightful to
I remember how to kiss
let us find a place of peace and time
and see if your lips welcome mine
if my memories of kisses will combine
with the best kisses you can recall.


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A Rant on Music
Posted:Feb 19, 2018 9:23 pm
Last Updated:Feb 20, 2018 3:37 pm
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A Rant on Music
Was no iphone for me
Nor CDs or MP3 ers
in my youth was cassettes
the ubiquitous LP record
and the radio static eaping
from self installed speakers
you learnt a lot about things
which you never needed to know
which was the best speaker
the depth of the bass magnets
how to re-reel a loose cassette
to lower the stylus with care
if you wanted music you did
of course the benefit was
you could make your own mix tape
complete with the annoying
voice-overs of radio announcers
who cared not if a song was finished
or halfway through starting
if they could throw in an inane comment
which would live forever more on your tape
and after constant re-listenings
would become fixed in your own memory
so every time you heard the song
you heard their comment in your head
and now the music comes digital
from a pale flat reen
and often sounds unoriginal
you re the days of albums
where each song a chapter in a story
now lucky if a single song is a hit
a few big stars the rest are anonymous
driven to poverty and oburity
by the new big business model
of digital platform to stream
every song and obstruct every musician's dream
there was the old business model of course
and that took advantage of those same artists
who sang and wrote and ed the music
however at least they registered as a presence
performed live shows and needed
cover art bright for album covers
now to remain in the public eye
they need to appear on televised talent shows
creating the processed servile stars of tomorrow
any from yesteryear can only look on with sorrow
the rebellion is now corporately directed
and the anger manufactured in a sound booth
by accountants following music polls
so it is not surprising the few real stars
those who climb above the commercial muck
are those who independently make their way
the rough diamonds who polish themselves
by the 10,000 hours of practice and performance
who often live their lyrics and dress
as if they were not corporate citizens
but eapees from a prison farm
on the run from ordered society
from the corporate lawyers
and from what the music industry has become....

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I Will Love You As You Are
Posted:Feb 19, 2018 6:53 pm
Last Updated:Feb 20, 2018 5:07 am
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I Will Love You As You Are
You can leave your white horse at the door
no need to take a mortgage on a castle vast
not looking for a Hollywood lead
or billionaire flush with cash
just tell me who you are
where you want to go to
those dreams small growing larger
how the things at the margin
constantly are creeping in
and you want some to support you
take your hand and wander
through this life of rises and falls
a stock-market turbulence
day you are over-valued
the next you are unchanged
but how much lower you fall
don't need no stylish secret agent
or a meticulously thought out life plan
just want some to take my hand
lend an ear when I would converse
give support when day too long
and share the joy in those moments
when life demands celebration
and you don't need to be an Avenger
or any shade of super hero bold
I will love you as you are
for all I seek in life
all I seek from day start to sunset
is some who will kiss
share the moment of bliss
and begin a conversation
not knowing where or when
we may end up
in triumph magnificent
in failure despite our toil
but all the time sharing
this life bitter and sweet
together wandering
hand in hand enclasped
sharing dreams and kisses.

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By Algorithm
Posted:Feb 19, 2018 5:26 am
Last Updated:Feb 20, 2018 5:15 am
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By Algorithm
Seamless passionless blindly
love found by algorithm
defined by compatibility
of time and presence
this is the modern tryst
spawned by white screen light
the moving pixels us
linking together
as component parts
of some great machine
oiling modern neuroses
of to few or to many
to late to soon to eager
hangovers from Victoriana
the social dance
of bachelor or maid
and the power inequity
between these two states
and this zipless fuck
exchange of sexual juices
not an exchange of self
is a tundra cold bare lie
those moments when you hold
kiss and lie together
share a moment precious
define and create ourselves
develop a relationship
no matter how fleeting
or shaky its foundations
no matter things unsaid
the lines defining
is an act in which
we exchange ourselves
bringing all our spirit
all our passion
as if we do not
is not a fraud we perpetrate on others
is a fraud we commit on ourselves
to think we are an island
a vacuum surrounded meteorite
and when we meet and share
that no essence of ourselves
no truth or vulnerability
could escape and cross
the gap closed by loving
the gap of modern alienation
we would think remains
for we choose partners
by the numbers of the machine.

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Coincide (*nsfw*)
Posted:Feb 18, 2018 9:52 pm
Last Updated:Feb 19, 2018 5:33 am
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Coincide
Lock the door
pull down the shades
turn off the lights
let us exist
in the dusk
we create for ourselves
the cool dark
warming kiss
tongue to tongue
lips sucking lips
demanding wanting
not just love
this is passion lusting
feel your heat rising
tripping underwear aside
hands down thighs glide
shivering tracking caressing
all over body moving
your clever tongue
and agile mouth
my fingers wet swirling
in your cavern mouth
thumb rolling over
bud sensitive you buck
hips shudder in my hand
teeth close on lip
a nip to pause
fire in your eyes
bra cast aside
legs around my waist
deep in deep slide
hold and both gasp
then strangled by kisses
raking nails down body
flicking tender nipples
riding upon hips
in surging mewling tide
splashes of wetness
heat to perspiration
making easier the deeper
completer penetration
moving forward and back
a file edging across
those so sensitive spots
your teeth in me bite
your groans as hit the spot
and accelerating
erratic bouncing thrusts
our hips knock
our mouths over each other
lips wet and hungry mesh
tongue demands flesh
breathless as head back
you squeeze around me
knock against the wall
so cool so hot so hungry
gasping you still
in deepest throes
in petite morte
this little death
in estascy caught
all focused here
where hip meet hip
pressing forward
trapping pulsing clit
we hold our pose
the final position
then all comes unlocked
once more are fluid
collapse over each other
your wet core
my deflated cock
and holding we begin
to tease anew
seeing you in these shadows
beautiful and liberated
desiring and desired
wanting as fingers stroke
under breast and over
smoothly tight over nipple
a static on our skin
discharged in pleasure
and we jerk at each touch
one harder and one wetter
and both growing hotter
to edge of bed we squirm
one leg over my shoulder
my mouth could burn
against your hot juices
rising from deep within
an exotic spicy mix
rising upwards
to my eager sucking lips
till you turn demanding
stand beside the bed
take your hips and
cleave through warm skin
to the molten furnace
of your lustful heat
and you watch me
over your shoulder
for a long long moment
till close eyes and
turning to the front
concentrate only upon
riding the feelings building
catching the rhythm
rocking forth and back
twisting hips
as twisting my own
to new places to attack
in and out and grasping
no thought only this
the mindless rutting rhythm
the passion rising quickly
pull your hips back
how sweetly I am encased
and you cry out
and through your orgasm
continue in you the pace set
till also lose
any semblance of control
desires become fact
so deep inside of you
the heat overwhelming
my body thrusting buckles
as together we two come
then collapse once more
gentler touches tracing
the body of my spent lover
every single millimetre
I can reach I covet
and those I cannot
I desire more strongly
your thoughts
your speech
your song
your spirit flowing
in these rooms of dusk
we create
when the wind is blowing
the doors are locked
and so cool inside
your heat a beacon
for this lust and loving
in both of us
does truly coincide.


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