Smiles.
Darlin..
-Looks into your eyes-
Lips that hide your memory
In the corners of a smile,
Sweet syllables of silk
Swaying in the air.
I love you.....
I love your favorite Thongs lying on the Floor..
<3
what lies there.. out of reach .. vagaries of our mind.. a reason to stay rooted to the ground... n yet travel to the otherside.
Friday, July 8, 2011
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
I Like You Most... When You're Soaking Wet.
The water that drips from your body -
A fine nectar of luscious sweets.
I delight in the taste of you -
The scent of you ....
The Love of you...
I hold you in my arms compressed
Your nipple taut with desire upon each swollen breast.I close my eyes to the dreams
You milk from me of honeyed streams.
The washing water that drips as you stand -
The position which evokes me to love you.
Your voluptuous curves shimmering like sweat
Flowing when we make love, a roseate hue
Coloring your skin. It's so beautiful to see
How you look standing here before me.
The lucid lather has created bubbles
That glisten upon you like a gem -
I try to grasp them one-by-one,
But they disappear in a hem
That rings your slender waist.
I bend closer so that I might kiss the spot.
Your pubic hair is dripping with water,
Matted against your tower of mystic pleasures.
I embrace your ass, caressing and squeezing,
Pulling you towards me to find your treasures.
You drip, like honey and myrrh...
The water from your body drips and drips.
I love you and want you, I take you gently
As I spread your glistening legs apart.
You shimmer and shine like a light bedecked
Upon this earth ......wonderfully for my heart.
You are like water - lulling me into a trance -
Your warmth caressing me, a storm within your glance.
My roving hands arouse you into a frenzied state,
Long and easy strokes that are temptingly sensate.
Entirely naked and swimming beneath my touch,
You float within my hands that tantalize so much.
Completely bound, captive to my fingers;
And sweetly languid beneath each touch which lingers.
And I feel you dripping onto my hand
A nectar of gods, so moist and sweet.
The choicest nectar drips, and drips, and drips
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Univerpeace
A sun with rainbow rays
Gives birth to a star.
It multiplies in a mist
Where the moon melts into a milky melange.
Meteors fall to the earth below,
Giving birth to embryos of erotica.
God's presence is apparent.
As the winds converge into a colorful cyclone
A roller coaster of rain drizzles down declining planes.
The grass mates with the fauna,
Weaving webs of white and green.
Square screens of intergalactic dust appear to cloud vision
But dilate with little effort.
The water flows as polliwogs shimmy until daybreak.
Mauve mountains are moved with love.
Grapevines stretch to the cosmos.
Orbs of olives are born from a chromatic colossus.
Pyramids plummet into a black hole,
Yet the chalky remains ascend to the heavens.
Love utilizes its third eye
To witness further structures dissolve.
Psychedelic pixels chase each other
As they form a ring
Creating a portal,
A vortex taking us further into space.
Leaves fall to the water
As emeralds and sapphires twinkle in the sky
Encrusting lunar bodies
That hide in the fog
As new celestial stellar objects are born from
The kaleidoscopic solar matriarch
Engulfed within the ivy
Irises dilate
After several hours
Of scanning a pocket-size copy
Of a book of mysticism,
I become the lost language.
I am the tongue of mother Universe
Lingually brandishing
Beasts and birds and bugs
Celebrating the harmony
Of the light
And the universe it illuminates.
Quacking quickly inquires
The beauty within mesospheric melodies.
Once again the scriptures are scanned.
The luminous spirit
Presents itself cranially
Soon sacred symbols
Selectively splay,
Sequestering solar synergy
Between me and my aura.
I envision bridges
Between the australis and borealis.
Aurora,
Do not dismantle the poles.
Unite them
The way ions are bonded,
With electric currents
Jiving between them.
Hues hover
Honing heavens.
Sober is my soul
Yet I am inebriated from these images.
Return to me.
Let these letters,
These twenty-two paths
Provide pathos to me.
As I sit under this tree,
I sit like a lotus
Connected to the bark,
Streaming conscious
In living color
Upon an empty sea
Embracing this tranquility
Until I am finally on my feet,
and begin my trek back to Everything..
Gives birth to a star.
It multiplies in a mist
Where the moon melts into a milky melange.
Meteors fall to the earth below,
Giving birth to embryos of erotica.
God's presence is apparent.
As the winds converge into a colorful cyclone
A roller coaster of rain drizzles down declining planes.
The grass mates with the fauna,
Weaving webs of white and green.
Square screens of intergalactic dust appear to cloud vision
But dilate with little effort.
The water flows as polliwogs shimmy until daybreak.
Mauve mountains are moved with love.
Grapevines stretch to the cosmos.
Orbs of olives are born from a chromatic colossus.
Pyramids plummet into a black hole,
Yet the chalky remains ascend to the heavens.
Love utilizes its third eye
To witness further structures dissolve.
Psychedelic pixels chase each other
As they form a ring
Creating a portal,
A vortex taking us further into space.
Leaves fall to the water
As emeralds and sapphires twinkle in the sky
Encrusting lunar bodies
That hide in the fog
As new celestial stellar objects are born from
The kaleidoscopic solar matriarch
Engulfed within the ivy
Irises dilate
After several hours
Of scanning a pocket-size copy
Of a book of mysticism,
I become the lost language.
I am the tongue of mother Universe
Lingually brandishing
Beasts and birds and bugs
Celebrating the harmony
Of the light
And the universe it illuminates.
Quacking quickly inquires
The beauty within mesospheric melodies.
Once again the scriptures are scanned.
The luminous spirit
Presents itself cranially
Soon sacred symbols
Selectively splay,
Sequestering solar synergy
Between me and my aura.
I envision bridges
Between the australis and borealis.
Aurora,
Do not dismantle the poles.
Unite them
The way ions are bonded,
With electric currents
Jiving between them.
Hues hover
Honing heavens.
Sober is my soul
Yet I am inebriated from these images.
Return to me.
Let these letters,
These twenty-two paths
Provide pathos to me.
As I sit under this tree,
I sit like a lotus
Connected to the bark,
Streaming conscious
In living color
Upon an empty sea
Embracing this tranquility
Until I am finally on my feet,
and begin my trek back to Everything..
My phone's switched Off... Not my Heart
(I'm tracing your outlines)
Between the sound of a Heart Beating for him
And the Beat of me
You are Caught in a Crossfire
with the smell of Gunpowder
A fight you never wished to be a part of
yet this fight is the end of something gone
the Beginning of Something New
Nothing....and Everything
Stopping the fight would be stopping life
So you still keep your smile
Wishing only to make it
To the other side of the battlefield
With all ... still intact
(Yes, I'm Tracing your Outlines)
You are not Defined by anyone else
Not Inside or Outside
But by the Beauty and Grace
With which you Smile
Even when the Rain beats down on your shoulders
Even when curling up and crawling away
Would seem to be the best option
With patience you hold love close
Giving everything you have
But you are not defined by any
You are defined by what you are
Which was long before any others came
(With Photoshop I trace your outlines)
Today will be ok
And tomorrow will be better
And after that the sun still rises
The mist fades on a new day
In your heart you know that new day is coming
Just around the bendPut one foot in front of the other
My Goooooogi Babygirl..(lol.Yes i wrote it fer you )
Don't let anyone puncture that heart of Gold
The sky is your limit and the world is your Stage
You are beautiful both inside and out
And despite Georgia Fonted Words
On the pages of the Otherside
You are not defined by any Man
But by the light in your Eyes
The tinkle of your Laugh And the goodness of your Soul
.........................This i know.
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Between the sound of a Heart Beating for him
And the Beat of me
You are Caught in a Crossfire
with the smell of Gunpowder
A fight you never wished to be a part of
yet this fight is the end of something gone
the Beginning of Something New
Nothing....and Everything
Stopping the fight would be stopping life
So you still keep your smile
Wishing only to make it
To the other side of the battlefield
With all ... still intact
(Yes, I'm Tracing your Outlines)
You are not Defined by anyone else
Not Inside or Outside
But by the Beauty and Grace
With which you Smile
Even when the Rain beats down on your shoulders
Even when curling up and crawling away
Would seem to be the best option
With patience you hold love close
Giving everything you have
But you are not defined by any
You are defined by what you are
Which was long before any others came
(With Photoshop I trace your outlines)
Today will be ok
And tomorrow will be better
And after that the sun still rises
The mist fades on a new day
In your heart you know that new day is coming
Just around the bendPut one foot in front of the other
My Goooooogi Babygirl..(lol.Yes i wrote it fer you )
Don't let anyone puncture that heart of Gold
The sky is your limit and the world is your Stage
You are beautiful both inside and out
And despite Georgia Fonted Words
On the pages of the Otherside
You are not defined by any Man
But by the light in your Eyes
The tinkle of your Laugh And the goodness of your Soul
.........................This i know.
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Monday, July 4, 2011
Frozen 4805111189
You breathe so sweet.
It's that look in your eyes.
Making me feel like home.
Your the calm before my constant inner turmoil
Your words sate even the fiercest of thoughts
I'd take the memory of your smile with me into my dreams
If you would agree to follow.
The pressure of a feather light touch
That makes me crumble like a ton of bricks
You speak it best
In little to nothing
But a smile.
When I'm.....
Living.breathing.
That little line of insanity
You're there
No matter where you are
And it hurts to breathe without you
And I'm hopelessly stuck
A romantic
In unlikely proportions
I wish I could be,
Like a movie Pirate
Who says everything he feels
With a charming Smile and a bottle of Rum
I shouldn't have left you there so long
On my empty shrugs and small smiles
And I came back knowing...
Knowing...
Even at Worst,
you are
Still the Most..
............Beautiful.
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Friday, June 24, 2011
Moonpainter
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Moon painter....
Why is it you create anything you dare dream,
yet you won't paint me the Otherside.
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In which to live?
Its alive that ferments
Felt the urge to widen my pupils as if a room with no windows
Guzzle reality~
Preaching two dying flowers shedding gravel from its fingers
One instant at a time we froze
And it didnt feel as if the earth was spinning
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As if wingspread out of every cat who wanted nothing more
Then its next rip of love
Biting cries from its missing paw
Once again hours turn into glaciers
And leaves our centers like the last lines in a movie..
I'll give you my insides if the ground would open up for me
And her lips felt like execution while i laced there
Watching the sewer run by remembering the fountain
In the playard drooling salt
Kids echoed like chopper blades "dirty knees" propelling him into the grass
They felt like even the color blue wouldnt be able to escape his viscousurge
Of consistency.....
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Once in a while eternity doesnt seem like a long commercial of violent discharge
And life seems a little sadder then death
But we die everyday and i feel its really admitting ...... Its Alive that Ferments
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