THIS MAY, THIS DISMAY...
As I write what I feel
full of memories past
still relevant and so real
I know not all things do last...
when reality is over-taken by the surreal
hurt inside is all that I can feel
no reason, no rhyme
for the silence of time
no denial, no reply
all I can ask is...why?
for when a friendship blooms
intense decisions may loom
and time again is let be...
but curt indignition
of what? am I missing?
then pain flows freely throughout me...
and that pain doth grow
when it's love that should flow...
and if it could.....I would..........
TOO MUCH TIME TO THINK...
In sombre reflection
I've lost my direction
does my flirting leave you hurting?
my mind is all awash
filled with doubt and spacious tosh
when my heartsblood is pumping and spurting...
and that passionate intensity
is meant for both you and me
but now I've derailed from the track...
I don't know what you're needing
all a while, my heart is bleeding
please, let me know what to give, that I lack?
fills the room....
heavenly scent with a devillish twist
scentsational fragrance, ne'er to be missed
heady musk aroma deep
drawing you in to mystical love or content sleep
but when the fragrant beauty is shared
then passionate feelings can be paired...
the stones fry in moisture ablessed
bodies warm in a steamy caress
minds clear in a mutual sowna
lifting, enlightened, the up from a downer
sizzling rocks, all within defrocked
harmonic transparency, fluid sensation
deep thoughts leading to higher elation
no words need to be said, happiness full fed
wi' may be a drop or two
of a favourite brew
quenching that thirst, head fit to burst
with expression, of confession
peace from within
maybe many a thought of sin
enticed within the heat and the sweat
evaporating in a porous outlet
pure invigoration, with shared continuity
leading to coming together inperpuity
behind steamy windows, closed to the world
inner sanctity, sensuality, naturally unfurled...
From one blink of your eye
glimpsed at a glance
your fluttering eyelashes
leave me askance...
not a tic, nor a trick
just a direct tease
a wink, with a kink
leaves me begging - oh please!
a flash and a flutter
leaves me melting like butter
your come to me eyes
increasing in size
and framed, acclaimed
by lashes of silk
enticing me in
silken with sin
full filled to be fulfilled
eyes framed with sini-skill
beauty surrounded, deep lustre embounded
flutter them frequently!
openly not secretly!
draw me, into, infatuation
to your sinuous imagination...
and thus the 'lashed' open invitation
emboldens, with added hot perspiration...
so to leave a perpetual desire
from one eye to those, of another
filled with eyelighted fire
a flutter, to cover, a lover......
POEMS AS INSPIRATION TO OTHERS...
Each word connects with different effects
each different person has a personal version
and writing this way, tho' often for one
attracts another to join in the fun...
a single rhyme with infinite rhythm
a topic chosen for love or forgiven
one aimed to bring a little cheer
may leave another with silent tears...
rarely expected to appeal to all
often read by few if at all
but as long as one
finds something deepfelt within
then poetry continues
to be our worldwide secret sin...
as admission to liking
is rarely heard
and saying you write it
is clearly absurd
but if a line or two can connect
ponder a question, maybe raise intellect
or simply remove a nagging denial
by leaving behind, a warmfelt smile
then every word has been time well spent
and for that reason, I'll never relent.....
I lay in silence, cool breeze to my head
on a warm green pasture, my favourite bed
I look to the skies, wonder and stare
entranced by the shapes evolving up there...
clouds come, clouds go, passing gloriously by
while I, down below, feel I'm afloat in the sky
shapes connect, then split
all three-dimensionally bold
so intricate, ever-changing
I want to reach out and hold
and tho', I admit, I forget their names
they dance before me, displaying atmospheric games
from a wil-o-the wisp to a thunderous power
mackerel skies to an imminent shower
or hazy froth on a deep blue sky
all wonderful visions, I cannot deny
their beauty, their power, their ability to enhance
I will lie here for hours, totally intranced...
AM I BORING YOU?
as all the poems and words you write
increase in intensity and flow...
you're a wonder with the saucy rhyme
explicit, entrancing, entwined lines
that invigorate, so passionate
so fun and with feeling
so hot, sometimes, I need to be prised from the ceiling!
so never stop those sensuous asides
we'll always love to be along for the ride!
And then as you come out...
with something else to shout
a surprise to us each
magical rhymes sent to teach
about other things...
they really do sing!
The hum of the engine
through cloud and clarity
in the sky, a purity of parity
it's so great, you wait...
the hatch opens
ground below unseen
influx of air
face turning green
awaiting your fate...
the call comes
you bridge at the gate
'tween metal floor
and invisible plate
with air so brief
so you step outside
to find that relief
adrenaline rush, face flush
updraft then downfalling
gliding twixt the clouds
feeling free and proud
wrapped in the knowledge
of safety absolute
e'en tho' your life
depends on that silken chute...
but these short moments of exhilaration
whilst falling closer to your own earth
your mind all filled with heart-pumping sensation
confusion, fear filled, with primordial mirth
gathering thoughts, wishing for wings
natural emotion, maybe silent prayer
the need to shout or loudly sing
all insecurities completely, utterly, laid bare...
it's near the time to unleash the buffer
frail parachute now your only lover
with a single tug of the single cord
falling slows, and briefly you soar
heartbeat slows, view of the ground grows
and briefly you float before descending
gently with the wind appending
memorable views come into presence
greenness turns into sparkling effervescence
first the mountains and then the trees
then, with a thud, ouch! my knees!
you land, on the land
that seemed so far away thus
and say to yourself
next time... I'll take the bus!
silent shapes from a mouth agape
near sibilant free conversation
barely a sound uttered or heard
expression through imagination
getting closer to make out the meaning
of understated but impassioned leaning
picking the phrases from quiet phases
taking choice words, e'en if no voice heard
up close lip reading
getting closer, then leading
to a kiss...
was there something I missed?
say it again, show it with signs
say it with passion and carnal designs
let the emotions become unfurled
now shout it out loud to the world!
BAREFOOT IN THE GLEN
Through silken grasses and fragrant heather
fresh morning dew between your toes
stepping gently 'tween the sprung feathers
looking for that magic that only you know...
stepping gently, so not to crush
spring shoots arriving in the first flush
beauty in miniature, energising to grow
from seed and bulb, 'neath bracken below
thru' damp and muskiness
o'er hillock and green
chasing the faeries frae where ye have seen
them dancing between the fungi delight
edible full moon reflections under natural moonlight...
and as they frolic, and you join the dance
a swing and reel, side stepping, askance
joy to behold under peaceful skies
raising the passions, never denied
but all too short, or so it seems
fantasies and reality in everlasting dreams...
morning then calls wi' the sound o' the lark
blackbirds carouse the lifting of dark
songs to surround the gentle explosion
of new life in twinned emotions
moisture rises with the weak morn sun
peace and unity, nature as one
so as sunlight skims the valley floor
and darkness leaves the leaves once more
budding flowers reach to the light
ready to bathe us with total delight
and heavenly fragrance fills the air
how I wish, I was with you there
making daisy chains and drinking the dew
a vision of spendour, shared too by two......
SAILING... for a very brief visitor to UKCb....
Dawn rises over a silent sea
no wind to ripple your sail
alone and aching to be with me
you almost wish for a gale...
so much time to think
over lost love and desire
no matter how becalmed
still rages the fire...
gulls soar above the lifting mist
a gentle flutter awakes to please
a sou'westerly breeze fills the canvas
painting signals to follow with ease...
little white horses along for the ride
you've made your choice and now decide
to follow your heart into lifes' surf
whatever it takes, it will be worth
the pain and the heartache
the passion and fight
gliding the waves
you know it is right...
the sea tussles and tumbles
rollers beating a path
you've got to be strong
for the happy aftermath
for when you reach your destination
in love in life, in joined sensation
every moment spent at sea
will be special to you and for me...
...and the reply from a 'very brief' (less than 24 hrs! lol) friend...sylvie_09
And one in return, for a friend.
Let us lay together
Wrapped in each other’s arms
As the sun goes to its rest
And when the golden moon
Smiles down upon us
Let me gaze into your eyes
And see the love you feel
For your eyes are
The window to your soul
And your soul
Is filled with passion and delight
Surrender to me
Your soft red ruby lips
Give me your wine sweet kisses
Intoxicate me with the desire
That burns within you
Let us both give into
The delight of loves
Sweet raging fire
Let us lay together
Wrapped in each other’s arms
As the sun goes to its rest
And when the golden moon
Smiles down upon us
Let me gaze into your eyes
And see the love you feel.......
(who was she? where'd she go? - dunno....shame........)
the asphalt steams, bodywork gleams
rev counters implore, power to soar
gridded, ready and waiting
soon to be unleashed and sateing...
final fine tuning takes place
near comes the start of the final race
concentration and sweat
energy ready to be let
the countdown begins
tumultuous roaring engines
at the ready...
And with a roar, it starts
fast beating hearts
bunched towards the first bend...
jockeying for position
no need for an early end...
sharply leaning, engine screaming
defining the perfect line
taking it smooth, so much to prove
at the head of the pack, sublime...
speed of the essence
the power 'tween the riders legs...
poetry in motion
the fast straight just ahead begs...
full throttle, open wide
in effortless glide
now leading from the front
clear road ahead
faster, faster, it sped
behind, a spin and a shunt...
just the one goal
leading from start to finish...
a perfect ride
can't be denied
euphoria of winning doesn't diminish...
final straight, flag in site
engine soars, rider and machine unite
in the glory of a perfect race
across the line, wheelie in place
arms raised in total elation
crowd roars in adulation
team and rider, totally delighted
champagne sprays and garland knighted
at the peak of the podium, a wave and a bow
crowned world champion, right here, right now!
all graceful a flutter
delicate with powers
to enliven the sky
then pollinating the flowers
wings of such beauty
frail with elegance
to espy a butterfly
leaves you askance
in wonder at their intricacy
in a life of simplicity
flying from scent to scent
visions heaven sent
seemingly so free
a exotic delight, to you and me...
Sunday morning and the sun doth shine
warmth felt sweet, feelings divine
gently breeze lingers thru' your hair
roses-a-blooming, heavenly scent in the air
a time to reflect and plan
as winters' cessation
leads to beauty as the eyes scan
nature in a flourish
growth fresh to nourish
our hearts and minds
all life with expectancy invigored anew
new beginnings, new emotions, just for you..
A SPRINGTIME STROLL...
Wi' a well-oiled fife, and the love of her life
barefoot amongst the fragrant delights of spring
gentle background lute, fleetingly strummed to suit
dawn chorus leading her heart to sing...
a modern girl with a renaissance swirl
leading him by the hand
through rich green pasture
past your plantings of last year
gentle breeze leaving her fanned...
she sings a sweet song
with elegant fife notation
leading him to the stream
with eyes all a gleam
in a dance of whirling rotation...
she plucks simple strings
her beauty framed with spring blooms
pure musicality all things
as the intensity of passion looms...
at the waters edge
bound by rush, reed and sedge
she lay the instruments down
then with a simple direction
towards his affection
she lays her love to the ground...
and tho' the musical joy has ended
the music of love is no longer suspended
and there, beside the rushing stream
love envelops as if in a dream
and tho' the birds may call from above
the only sounds that matter, are those of love
a unity in the natural world
amongst spring buds, all becomes unfurled...
NIBBLING.....(part one? - maybe...)
I pull you tight close to me
as I'm stood behind
lean into your neck
so perfumed and refined...
you feel my breath
getting ever near
my hands gently sweep
silken hair away from your ear...
I move closer
tongue towards your lobe
then very gently
mouth your aural globe...
so soft and pliant
you wriggle and sigh
I subtly nibble
and then hear you cry...
with passion and pleasure
I nibble a little
you submit, curve your spine...
as if to implore
tho' I barely hear
you want more
nibbling of your ear...
...and then my tongue and teeth wander...
gently where? ...Do you wonder?
And as my tongue and teeth
slowly slide beneath
at your neck I concentrate
nibble here, lick there, to sate
so smooth and slim
and at a whim
'tween neck and shoulder
from your necks' nape
our eyes wide all agape
to the curves at the peak...
of shoulders taught but giving
skin alive and living
lower down, I seek...
trail of tongue delights
little nips, tender bites
hands yet to roam as well...
I turn you around
kiss your lips so profound
then watch your peaks as they swell...
tongue slides, teeth glide
towards proffered delights...?
NIBBLING EVEN FURTHER...
perfection before my eyes...
succulence I must try...
my lips surround
a hardened peak I've found
and then begin to nibble...
as they engorge
I must gorge
myself, you cannot quibble...
I could linger for hours
melting in your powers
but must head further down...
my tongue slides across
your silken sweat embossed
stomach and ribs and waist...
so smooth and warm
and now my hands swarm
all over you at a pace...
stroking and caressing
with your fervent blessing
I roam whever you please...
fingers and hands
whatever you're demands
I worship at your knees...
and now from your feet
I nibble toes so sweet
and caress and kiss your calves
your minds all a quaking
your body is shaking
I never do things by halves...
over sensuous skin
and trembling within
all over you I now plunder...
and so as my tongue soothes
up thighs, so wonderfully smooth
are you beginning to wonder...?
where next I seek to adore?
perhaps we will need a part four?
THE LAST BITE...
As I gently but fervently, nibble and kiss
my way towards your heavenly bliss
savouring the flavours of moistness so near
tongue leading, teeth follow, making the way clear
for the final act of this erotic trip
you pull me closer and then my lips
reach the point of their desire
fruity, warm, pure liquid fire
my tongue teases, gently lapping
eyes now closed, mentally mapping
the route to the final glorious goal
from my tongue to the depths of your soul
the joyous climax to a journey now reached
yes, yes, yes, you scream and beseech
one last gasp of fragrant air
before I swallow you whole and bare
make me, take me, now! not maybe!...
Oh, how I love nibbling at Jelly Babies!!!
bathed in the rays
of solitude unfazed
relaxing, the only taxing
of your mind is the crossword
no cross words expounded
lay back, laid back
in the garden, in peace
one down, with a frown
completed, now cease
rest the body, rest the mind
sunblessed invigoration undefined
maybe a tipple, as the ripple
of the pond or stream
water with your whisky
whisked away in a dream
chilled wine, so refined
birds singing, fragrance bringing
from the roses all around
scentsual bliss, nature's kiss
as you lay on the ground
enjoying the rays
on a rare summers day...
SUMMER DAZE II
sun rays erase
what is past
sun light delights
warming so fast
some are enjoying
summer days and nights
some scents are toying
summer daze, in the haze
of some summers new light...
SUMMER DAZE III
The heat of the day is past
blue skies tinted with red, so vast
not a cloud in the sky
beautiful evening ne'er denied
as the blackbird still sings
a heavenly voice that rings
from the trees, everyone to please...
the ending rays
from a glorious day
still enhance the eve
and solitude and peace
twixt man and beast
as on the grass I lay...
sunblessed, body caressed
now I leave here, lest
I fall asleep before
the night sky to adore.......
SUMMER DAZE IV
Dawn breaks over azure skies
Bees buzz as birds fly
A gentle breeze freshens the air
Early morning stroll, without a care
Breakfast in the garden scent
Warm croissants, heaven sent
Fresh juice to invigorate
Coffee pot to caffeine sate
Sunday papers spread and read
Better here than laying in bed
Surrounded by fragrant cornucopia
Sat here in my own utopia...
Frae the heat o' the afternoon, I expire...
warmed and sated, no breeze, I perspire
then shower, refreshed, ready for cooking
a feast of desire, just need a booking
with flavours to savour
in the evening sun
succulent juices ready to run
what source, a hot sauce - are you the one?
inflagrante, in flamed, I grant ye
whatever you desire, from the fragrant fire
that still lives within, for all my sins
a shout to get out, from this roundabout...
need to chill, need some thrills
feed me, bleed me, give me passion
for life, for love, whatever you fashion
from the heat of the day
my mind doth sway
side to side, please don't deride
my confession, pure expression
of a lonely one, in the summer sun.....