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Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: dream, fire, love, lust,

A Tale of Fire and Ice

Part I: Ice He shines like silver midnight moon - cool marble statue, this tycoon. And though he makes the ladies swoon, of ice he’s hewn.; of ice he’s hewn. He’s poker-faced and can deceive competitors and can achieve most anything, but can’t conceive of Genevieve, of Genevieve. Like Neptune, distant from the sun - relationships he chose to shun. He thought the search for love was done. He has no one; he has no one. Now love’s allure has come his way. What will he do? What will he say? Will he grab hold, beg love to stay, or let it stray? Or let it stray? Part II: Fire This dragoness disguised in lace - passion’s flower with angel’s face, precisely picks the time and place each dream to chase, each dream to chase. Like ink the color red, she stains the hearts of those whose love she drains, and then she leaves when naught remains No lust she feigns; no lust she feigns. And now there’s one who would suffice. For him alone, she’d sacrifice her everything, so he of ice she must entice, she must entice. So Genevieve now strikes the flame. Will man of ice his love proclaim? Beneath her fire and his cold frame, they’re both the sameThey’re both the same. for Broken Wing's Form G or GIVE me an NA - Poetry Contest N/A in Your best rhyming poem Contest judged Feb 2, 2017


Poem Details | by Maurice Yvonne |
Categories: best friend, cute love, desire, funny love, lost love, love, love hurts, lust,

I Think Of You - An Alternative Universe - 6


From childhood it was a world of two...you and I...
I leaned lightly, leisurely against your heart and you let me in.

We were five I use to draw you rose scented flowers
using an ordinary led pencilYouth! The world was ours.

Seven!  I know that was the first time I saw you blush.
I whispered a song for you so no one else would hear.

Oh when we were nine! The potato sack race I entered with Lisa.
 You gave me that lookOh that look!  And you  left without a word.

At eleven years old I had my "magic wink""A Magic Wink" you'd
say sarcastically How it made you giggle to make fun of it.

It was at thirteen we decided to burn the gym floor with our moves.
Our first dance You stole my breathEmptied the room of oxygen.

Fifteen...we started running and my God we ran and ran...
our shoe prints dug into the concreteIt was then I knewForever.

Then suddenly at seventeen in the slip of time you left, dissapeared.
Stunned! I slept through the next two years even in the full light of day.

At nineteen I swam an endless pool but even the chlorine couldn't
clear your scent from my memory as my spirit filled out hard as steel.

Was it on my twenty first birthday you showed up? You showed up
 tried to hug me helloSilent! Cold! I turned and walked away.

Was I still twenty one when I apologized for that dayWhen you asked 
for an explanationI recited false words but we both knewHurt for hurt.

Then at twenty five we still had issues to work outI asked you bluntly 
why you cut me loose in the prime of our youthYou my first and only.

I asked the question that burned in my gutWithout words your eyes spoke. 
You were still in love with meThere was only meI your first and only.

Finally our lips met to never part againLeft to wonder why, I accept our 
lives without an answerMy love was thatWhy would I have let you go?

Older than old nowOne last time you leaveDeath makes this choice. 
Alone again I remember how I never knew why once you left.

Not everything  is explained or understood,
like music by a one arm man playing a violin.

I sport my blank stareNaked is the body of life.
Mystery sings blind the song of the lark!

and I...

i think of you.



March 29 2015
Armand





Poem Details | by Maurice Yvonne |
Categories: betrayal, break up, heartbroken, jealousy, lost love, love hurts, lust,

Yesterday Love Was Such An Easy Game To Play


Yesterday, I went home for lunch, I never go home for lunch. When I got to our apartment  I don't know why but I didn't reach for my key.  Francine was at work and I always leave last in the morning.  I was sure I had locked the door but I didn't reach for my key. I reached for the door knob and turned. The door was open.  I don't know how I knew. The moment I entered I knew.  I froze. I could feel it, smell it, hell I could taste it. I started walking but my muscles wouldn't move,  my lungs were grasping for air  for some oxygen  some sweet, sweet oxygen but I could barely breathe. “Leave!” I told myself but I kept walking. Not really walking,  it was like moving through mud,  like a slow motion scene in a movie.  But this wasn't a movie.  This was my life and I could feel it slipping away  from my grasp. I heard noises! Francine.  I had heard those noises a hundred times before,  they were the sounds of an Angel  but this was no heaven  this was my own private nightmare. The moans traveled through the muck in the air  amplified like the hiss from a distorted speaker.  It mocked me over and over again. Climbing a mountain might have been easier  but I finally reached the bedroom, and there they were, and there she was. I knew, I knew the moment I entered the apartment.  Why hadn't I just turned back?  I could barely see, my eyes were blurry,  covered in layers of my own tears. I could see her  I knew I had never seen him before. They were naked and in our bed.  Naked in OUR BED! How do you that? How do you cross the line to that extreme? You'd think the green eyed monster  would control my actions from here on in.  I did see green! I was insanely jealous but I didn't want to end up the morning headline in the newspaper. That monster jealousy was by my side but I took charge.  I'd have to keep him at bay, at least for now. You'd think I would be mad, I wasn't. You'd think I'd curse and call her whore. I didn't! Being cut open alive must be lest painful than this.   This hacked away at my spirit,  tore away at my self worth. I felt like a pile of worthless shreds. I spoke I mean my lips moved and words came out... I think.  I think I said,  I'm not sure it all happened so fast, she never spoke. I could see the shame on her face  she didn't need to speak,  but, but I think I said 'Sorry... I said Sorry and I left. I wandered for what seemed hours,  it was minutes.  It wasn't like I was meandering to a different drummer;  there just wasn't any music anymore. I was moving to the rhythm of the beating of my own heart.  Like a broken record it was skipping, like a broken record it played  in a loop of repetitive monotony. I suffered in my circled steps  until I couldn't stand it any more. I found just enough strength  to return to the apartment. I knew she was gone  I already felt the emptiness in my whole. We'd never see each other again. We had been so much. She was a big part of my life. She was the love of my life. I would never love anyone like that again. So much of her was me. I thought she was my soul mate. We let go of all of it. There is a feeling of betrayal. A feeling of disgust. A jealousy that takes over. I'd never look at her the same again. Everything she ever did from that day on would always make me suspicious. Jealousy would rule me. Jealousy should never rule anyone. If you can't trust the people in your life, friend or lover, you need to remove that person from your life. You have to remove that person out of your life. Trust, is the only gift we can offer. Friend, lover or stranger! People can trust me. My word is my bond. I let her go,  I really didn't have a choice I would never be the same again. She was gone. She had left a note. It said Sorry! Sorry! We both were. Maurice Yvonne 11~30~2014 Sponsor: Verlena SWalker Contest Name: The Green-Eyed Monster 
 


Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: love, lust,

Forbidden lover night time musings

Oh beloved, uplift your veil so I may enter your forbidden kingdom Savouring those untouched succulent fruits Relinquish your modesty - submit to me so, I may stroke your tender delicate skin absorbing and blending, our souls merging pulses beating faster with passionate evolution Your elegant body is an untravelled journey grant me permission to travel upon it for, I am the cicerone who yearns to guide solely leaving footprints, upon my ultimate destination 23 December 2015


Poem Details | by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: beauty, betrayal, child, cute love, lust, moving on, symbolism,

BASTARD

"All Children Are Beautiful"

His heart of white, deep shallow wells, yet beautiful
He smirks, a grin, an ego that won't let me in' -he's beautiful
Bastard of beauty, running ashes without a name
A face with no claim, a young man pound from shame 
What is his sin, he's beautiful!
I want to breathe from his ashes, swim through his veins
I want him to come into my light, like a good dame

I sing and tell a tale, a Bastard through the night
His eyes, I waged, I was young and poor, I was saved
Lying down, in the arms of my white knight
My hair he caressed, he came to my light
The furnace burned, the night was fast becoming trite
A lover, he did it well then went back to his wife
A moment so golden, the ages live, his son is born

Another Bastard brought into this world

By: 


Poem Details | by David Meade |
Categories: love, lust,

Thirsty Love





As a young boy
    I watch with interest the small man
   Wolf Hunter - a wise father of the hunt


He begins an old ritual
   coating his knife blade 
   rich animal blood and tallow fat
   freeze

Wolf Hunter adds another blood-tallow layer
   freeze 
   and another – freeze

A frozen tallow-blood knife

Wolf Hunter knowing the wolf
    fixes his knife in ground
    blade up  
    prays and leaves



Grey wolf sniffs air and begins to run
    blood is on the wind  
    he licks, tasting the delicious blood-tallow

He howls into the night and licks faster
   a blood lust building 
   lapping the blade until the sharp edge bites 

Feverishly now, faster and harder 
   Grey wolf licks the blade in the arctic night
   great is his craving for blood

The insatiable blood-thirst 
    now being satisfied by his own warm blood 
    the naked blade biting his tongue
    his carnivorous appetite devouring 




In the pale morning light
    Wolf Hunter finds Grey Wolf
    dead in the snow
    stooping down he picks up his knife

 I stand frozen  – sicken by the sight
    Wolf Hunter looking at me says
     to be consumed by your own desire
                    is a dangerous and deadly foe 




Years later
    staring at the bottle
    hands shaking -- eyes filled with lust
    a vison: a grey wolf consumed dead
    the howl of the wolf-wind beseeching 

To be consumed by your own desire is a dangerous and deadly foe


                          \_____/>
                          /\      /\









David Meade
12-12-2014

Live Generously


Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: desire, love, lust,

Whispers of passion

He wrote words that enticed her whispered musings to seduce her made her body tingle without touch cajoled her heart with bleeding ink He was half the world away yet, she felt him so close he connected with every part body, soul, heart and mind Every word was woven on her heart his voice echoed, enchanting gracefully intoxicating every beat of her life the distance had become to much He heard a knock on the door there she was dressed in black her aroma grabbed his senses her smile left him helpless Eyes locked in serene silence he could hear her heart pulsating as he placed his palm on her cheek her whole body felt paralysed as the hair on her neck raised calmly he stroked her dark hair beautifully elegant, complimenting her soft tender delicate bronze skin gently he placed his lips on her mouth succulently kissing her glowing lips finally tasting his beloved's nectar Her eyes shut with ecstatic delirium he kissed every part of her body she no longer had any control as he cultivated her body planting his seed deep inside passionately she whispered his name as their bodies harvested thrusting deeper and faster with his tongue carving every inch of her body like a chisel Volcanic desire erupted his words were now her reality his embrace her sanctuary as he held her tight whispering promises to never let her go 15 January 2016


Poem Details | by Maurice Yvonne |
Categories: love, lust, romance, romantic,

The Silence Of My Lust


 
There was sweat on my brow, beads of them as I approached her I was a young man, still green She was a mature woman like the long blades grow free in the lush of nature My hand in hers she took me into her warmth. Nervous, shy you could hear grass grow in the quiet of my fear in the silence of my lust I knew nothing. As we rolled in the dew of sex as I fumbled and groped, I in some instinctive wisdom entrusted myself fully to her She set our bodies in a fluid motion my virginity now neatly cut We spent days as I explored the fresh sweet air of 'us'. It was then I became a man. Learned how you hold a flower how you manicure the stem how you water the soil how you delicately hold the petals It was then I became a gardener A gardener worthy to tend a garden so vital It was then I learned how to love a woman. 30~12~2014 Armand


Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: desire, love, lust, passion,

Final seduction

He had waited for her, all his life All she wanted was to stay in his arms to awaken each day in his embrace All she needed was the love he bled to last every minute of her lifetime but, tomorrow he would be gone His goodbye, cut her like a knife - deeply he was trembling inside, but remained calm This was his final night with his beloved last time they would enjoy each other carnal desires flamed - the final seduction In pure silence, he could hear her tears falling as he touched her, she moved away in sorrow He held her hand - delicately kissed her tears his mouth, a soothing oasis for her waterfalls as his subtle tongue soaked her heartbreak A flame ignited in her eyes, fragile like a candle her tender tongue, opened the door to ecstasy as tongues danced and lips passionately kissed He was the curator to her flower garden and he knew this was his last masterpiece His last chance to show his lover - the love he held for all he needed was the love she gave He removed her clothes, without pausing for breath seductively he explored her bronzed olive skin worshipping his Goddess with attentive devotion Lost in nirvanic utopia, she opened to him as he lost himself, inside her wonderland The night was filled with lovers dancing in paradise Illuminated scorching hot intense excitement But, when she opened her chocolate brown eyes, he was gone leaving a note - promising to love her till the end of time The Silent One 17 January 2016


Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: love, lust,

When love calls

Beautiful beloved of mine how can one live if living is without you life without you is no dream no fantasy with you apart I am lost to my self for it is you just you only you you and me life is your name my worries my pain my heart my soul my desire my affection only you you and me eternally our love is ONE everyday breathing for you not a second goes by without your on my mind your name on every sigh on the tip of my tongue my anguish my sorrow my tears only for you you and me tranquillity For you I live what other reason would there be your presence is my only desire all my worries will be gone when we are together as one for it is you only you you and me my fire my passion my lust my love my devotion my Goddess ecstasy come my sweetheart I only sing your praise come feel my love lose yourself in me so, I may lose myself in you let us celebrate our love The Silent One 14 January


Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: love, lust, romance,

The one who holds my heart

Oh beloved, the one who holds my heart,
I have travelled the world seeking you.
Through stormy seas, across death ridden deserts,
climbed the highest mountain and walked though troubled jungles.
Yet, still I struggle to find you, some say I've gone mad, 
but I know you exist as I can feel you through my pulsating heart.
The chapters of my love story have not yet began,
but I know this is more than a Romeo and Juliet affair.
This is not about a boy and a girl, falling in love forever,
this is about a mere mortal connecting with a Goddess like Venus.
Two hearts connected through a spiritual existence,
awaiting the fate of the magical union of touch.
My passion is like that of a magnificent waterfall,
only you can extinguish this endless flame of carnal desire.
Come, let me adore you, I am a devotee to your love,
come, let me burn inside you, I am the curator of your flower garden.
I yearn for you, like a sinner begs for forgiveness,
I want to cherish you, to die inside you.
Don't deny it, this is fate, I live for you and you for me,
honour me with your presence and feel my love...

Silent One2 August 2015.


Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: beauty, character, heart, lost love, love, love hurts, lust,

Oh sweetheart

Oh sweetheart,
come let me adore you,
come let me soothe you,
come let me heal you,
come let me love you..
I will keep you in my heart,
let you reside in my mind,
I will love you with my soul,
as my soul will last forever.
You are my desire and my passion,
you've intoxicated my senses,
with your melodious voice,
now grant me your presence..
Oh my beloved,
come, let us become one.

The Silent One.


Poem Details | by Verlena S. Walker |
Categories: deep, love, lust, lyric, song, wisdom, woman,

LOVE STORY

LOVE STORY
The breeze is in my hair. The moon is gleaming behind me. The love I feel is everlasting. Cadence of my soul. Show me your happiness Share, my love. Laugh with me Our destiny is mixed with pleasure. Our essence treasured. Come walk with me in the garden. Alive - Let's reach our ultimate…high. Smile, darling smile Kiss me with your eyes. Forever we are. Champagne we drink To toss our uniting. You feel my sylph A fulfilled spirit. This journey succumbs me. I am free for you to love. Embrace your ideas Let the breeze come in. Dance to the ecstasy. Release all your fears. Capture this time As our minds, intertwine. Laugh with me Inflection of my soul. Show me your happiness. Share, my love. A majestic dynasty Our empire In time Now! Here we stand You and I forever. No obstacles have formed. You are my one and only. Woman, smile Kiss me with your eyes. Forever we are. Thrive - Let's reach our ultimate…highs. This is our life... Together This is our existence... Forever Ardor love Justified by God Come walk with me in the garden As we write our love story.
MY PHILOSOPHY
Man is manHis skin is what makes difference His upbringing differentiates This is, he states, “God's way.” DARK SUNSHINE - VSW _________________________________________| PENNED ON AUGUST 03, 2014!


Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: betrayal, desire, earth, emotions, hate, love, lust,

Remains

Revenge sweet turning with hate
a brother rises striking blows 
landing hits brother in wicked deeds 
evilness within mans own soul

Cruelty crawling inside desires 
suffering greed of nations they plea 
Rise up against nations man at war 
tearing asunder God's creation 
People slowly murdering loveless

Pride a sinful act of violence 
laced with pain destroying pure love 
everything that once stood out housed peace
so fine cut beautiful, good sharing 
caring  free, in this one, big show rolls 

Keeps turning, the wheel of hope 
whom will speak, as we all become part 
of his heavenly dust in the end 
or  burning remains of hell's fire


Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: love, lust,

Infatuated

Infatuated twin flames incinerate Yearning inclination to be released from chains of frustration Oh beloved it's not a sin quench my thirst Extinguish carnal fire Lets dance feel the groove move with me toe to toe hand in hand Oh beloved it's not a sin quench my thirst Pull me in Touch me feel me stroke me caress me KISS me Embrace me Oh beloved it's not a sin quench my thirst Remove fabrics feel me naked open to me moisten softly merge with me wash me heal me worship me give me devotion Oh beloved it's not a sin quench my thirst Give into me suppress appetite licentious cravings tame the beast fantasy dreams become reality Passionate passages lustful nocturnal nights utopian ecstasy Oh beloved it's not a sin quench my thirst 31 January 2016


Poem Details | by Jay Loveless |
Categories: adventure, epic, me, name, lust, me, name,

Love and Lust

I did not mean to snatch your heart
Like with the claw of a vorocious bird of pray
You fell into my unset trap 
Speared yourself upon my harpoon 
Which had only been hanging on the wall
You threw yourself into my way
stole my arrows and brandishing them with cupids blood
Punctured your heart without a thought 
Other than the whisper of my name 
You claim that I'm a siren
I've led you to your death
But it was the birds i sang to 
Your name did not leave my unforgiving lips 
With swollen eyes from crying
Filled with swirling colors of obsession 
You beg to me and plead with me 
Blaming me and cursing me  
Claiming that i drug you here
Forgetting it was you who snuck in through my balcony 
To watch me in the fountains 
And listen to my voice
To see how the animals follow me
And witness how the moon becomes my robes 
And the stars become my eyes
How the setting sun remains all night 
Within the silk of my hair 
how roses color my cheeks 
In the darkness of the cold 
And the world surrounds me 
And the beauty of the light i behold 
Where in this story did i bewitch you 
Where did i make you call my name 
Did i once respond or invite you to play a game
you claim i did this to you 
When you only did it to yourself 
did you enjoy your gaze upon the child of Cerynian
Did you think I'd become your obediant wife 
When did i claim i loved you 
How quickly you think of these blasphemous lies 
Your not in love you simpleminded mortal
Your infatuated and in lust and your lust is a lie


Poem Details | by Justin Bordner |
Categories: love, lust, pain, paradise,

Take Me To Your Heart

I am a captive in your sensitive and sensuous heart,
a palace of poetic and fragrant seductions
that slips veils of sexy silken secrets along my spirit's skin
and I desperately follow your sweating soul into the wilderness
that surrounds your fertile femininity, 
we kiss in moments of heightened exhalations
and then we run and play further, to the edges of your paradise
discovering together how love tortures us
and why we need it so,
feeling the bindings of love's fire
around our bodies, we demand more
give it to me tighter, hotter, faster
press this love closer to my rage and wisdom
whip me with the leather braids of love's lessons,
care for my living bruises with lips that heal
bite my masculine will
with teeth that have carved beauty out of misery,
dig your nails into the thighs of my excitement, 
hold me as I paint the wings of your heart my Love -

This poem was originally posted on New Year's Day, 2016 for the woman I love,
I hope the powers that be understand...J.A.B.


Poem Details | by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories: love, lust, passion,

Red is the colour of passion

Me a colored blind dreamer
My other senses honed
You ask
What can I know about color
I am told red is the color of passion
I feel the heat 
Between us
I smell the rose in your long black hair
The feel of the red silk nightie I remove from your body
Beneath is your browned skin 
smooth and luxurious
I see it with my hands
I travel to pink with my tongue
Separate your lips
Taste the essence of you
I see the blue of my eyes in your smile
As I swim in your ocean
You who knows every part of me
Yellow is the brightness of your soul
You light my spirit
Permeating all my dark corners
You are the color of all my dreams
My rainbow and pot of gold
I am satisfied
Yet I have no desire to leave your embrace
I see and feel all your colors
Satisfy me again
Let me hear the sound of our colors combined



Poem Details | by Jay Loveless |
Categories: best friend, love, lust, youth,

Navigator

You my love
Are perfect
You my love
Know how to make me wiggle
Moan, scream into silence
Arch my back and contort
Like I never knew I could
You my love leave me breathless
Speechless, thoughtless
Without capability to comprehend
Anything other than your touch
You my love are a master magician
An understanding lover with navigating hands


Poem Details | by CT Duet |
Categories: love, lust,

Love Never Sleeps

My mind has gone crazy without any sleep 
Running on empty with these hours I keep 
If I don't get to bed soon, I might explode 
But all that I am after is to crack your code
 
I've already gotten, the key to your heart 
Right now I'm not interested in that part 
What I want, is to get this zipper undone 
Baby, wake up, it's time to have some fun
 
The candles are burning, the wax soon will be hot 
The rope's on the night stand, come tie me in knots 
Pillage and plunder, strip me down to my core 
Treat me with disdain, make me feel like a whore 

Time to get raw, get real, to lose the disguise
Want me completely, the sex's in your eyes 
Sleep can wait, but why put our marriage on hold 
Keep the thrill alive baby, that is what we are told

So wake up baby, our stars are going to shine
Your body, give it to me, and I'll give you mine.


Poem Details | by Jay Loveless |
Categories: angst, beauty, betrayal, change, desire, love, lust,

Dagger of Love

I may not always write about you,
About the way your energy,
Caresses my spine,
And sends jolts of electrity,
Racing through my body,
Exploding each cell like fireworks.
I may not write about,
The way my dreams at night,
Fill with you and I dancing,
Heat bashing our skin,
Filling us with an unquencable need,
Touch beconing a new meaning.

I may not write about,
The way your eyes stare into mine,
Past the years I have seen,
And into the soul that I am,
Spirit colliding with spirt,
Melting together like Iron to form a sword

I may not write about,
A love that we experience,
Through star strewed skies,
And blood soaked ground,
That causes even the fearful sight,
Of bombs exploding to look beautiful
I may not write about you and I,
How I fill up your soul and your mind,
With thoughts and words and images,
That melt and form new words,
Your lovely muse who so beguiles you,
With a double bladed sword

But Darling, don't let your heart,
Get away from itself,
Don't let your heart take the fall.
The wound I cause shall soon heal,
And you will read words,
Of another man, dancing with me,
Of another man, touching my soul,
His finger tips brushing the sides,
Of my breasts, his lips trailing down my neck,
Whispering with the heat of hells fires,
All that could be between, his and mine
You will read lines that speak,
Of a sensual romance, 
Pools and puddles of lust between thighs,
And an ancient sweetness,
That rivals Greek Ambrosia
It is no fault of your own,
You have fallen and I have shown you,
The sharp dagger of my love


Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: love, lust,

Your image has left me breathless

Oh my beloved,
Your image has left me breathless..
Oh beloved,
what I would do, to see your face,
Oh beloved,
what I would do to become lost in your admiration.
I can't hide my emotions, take my love, 
swim through my veins and steal it from my heart..
I'm in a sleeping state, awaken me so I may see my destiny,
appear to me and show me the beauty of my fate...
just for a moment, give me a glimpse of your face,
so, I too can feel the enlightenment of your spirit.
Let me lose myself in your flower garden,
intoxicate me with the scent of your blossoming aroma.
You don't realise how long I have waited,
to let myself become lost in you..
show me the Immaculateness of your love,
for I have sacrificed my heart for you.
Free me from the prison of my mind,
so my thoughts become reality...

9 July 2015


Poem Details | by Gail Foster |
Categories: community, fantasy, humor, love, lust, mythology, passion,

The Return of the Gay Knight

For my satire group, and for Will; a fairy tale

To a fanfare of horns
The young knight returned
With a tale of slain dragons to tell
The princesses blushed
And the old queen flushed
And the gay knights were happy as well

He had cast down his cross
From the height of his hoss
And left the thing there where it fell
For the great and the good
Were in need of the wood
To stoke up the fires of hell

He’d only been back for a moment before
He was begging a poke with a pardon
And a giggle, and “Push!”
From a quivering bush
Could be heard from the end of the garden

No need for a graven memorial stone
Or the ring of a funeral bell
The young knight was back
And well up for the crack
And all in the kingdom was well

© Gail Foster 2016




Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: love, lust,

The lover is disgraced

The lover is disgraced,
by those who do not understand his ways.
His crime is that he cannot control his carnal nature,
living in a world of fornication and infidelity.
His demons show him no immorality in his mind,
only support his lustful quests to tame his beast.
Every woman is only a matinee of his promiscuous affairs,
he spares no one, there is no cure to his disease.
He has no sympathy for the trail of hearts he has left behind,
nor the woman or the children he returns to every night.
That is why the lover is disgraced,
and that is why no one understands his ways...

The Silent One11 August 2015


Poem Details | by Tamra Craft |
Categories: fantasy, girlfriend-boyfriend, love, passionme, lust, me, red,

Blood Lust

Dark red lips trace your neck, trailing down your chest
I can’t control my lust once I’ve caught the scent of you

Your smooth flesh burns where my chilled lips brush
Your heat steaming off into the winter night… it wants you too.

But you are only mine as you pull me tight against you
Your warmth is for my body alone.

I belong to someone and you are going to show me who
As your hand covers my red lips, stifling my moan

Pin me against the window pane, 
Digging into my flesh.

Let the flavor of me drive your senses insane
Drink from me my thirsty guest.

Rock me, grip me don’t hold back
This is your time to release everything angry in your life.

Make me scream, let me fill up what your world lacks
Feel the waves of our intensity permeate the night.

Then, be merciful after I am taken, and now our burning kiss
After you have bleed me and our lust has taken its course

Discover my true and own yearning motive
And give me my taste of yours…


Poem Details | by Zaire Mendez |
Categories: addiction, betrayal, break up, cry, heartbroken, love hurts, lust,

Beautiful Disaster

Cause you see no one gets how hard it is to fix back into shape when you’re broken,
Shattered,
I think it’s just mathematically, scientifically impossible to get the pieces back perfect,
Because in the process some pieces may have been lost,
Lost and cannot be found,
Cause I found it was so hard to every get over you,
But it looked so easy to you,
Cause maybe you never feel as deep as you said you did,
I fell deep into your lies and your beautiful eyes and it’s just so hard to move on,
Hard to move on, because you left piece of your soul inside me, the exact moment you decided to get inside me,
Despite our use of protection, it didn’t protect the sexually connection,
No it’s not an internet connection that you can easily disconnect from, but it’s almost permanent,
Yes you permanently hurt me ,
And you watch me with those eyes and that grin cause I, the fool gave you the thing,
The thing that I promise that I wouldn’t give until marriage,
I willingly disobeyed God for you,
Cause you became my God,
I worshipped you,
I loved you with every inch of me,
And now we’re inches from being strangers and I have to get over you,
I’m sure to be careful next time around, 
Because I can’t afford to break the pieces of my heart that are left dangling


Poem Details | by Greg Barden |
Categories: beauty, fantasy, love, lust, metaphor, stars, universe,

Morning Star

Paint a smile on the moon
Flash your eyes and make it swoon
Dip your toes in stardust rare
Aurora highlights streak your hair

Blow a kiss to flout the sun
Admonishing its time is done
Whisper in the heaven's ear
Close the lights and draw it near

Repose your form upon the stars
Lustrous arms for tempting Mars
Seduce Lord Jupiter and sway
Wrapped only in the Milky Way

Splash meteors across the sky
To catch your lover Neptune's eye
Entwine with loins the planets all
Made hostage to your beck and call

Kiss deep the void and let it be
A promise to the galaxy
That all your wiles you'll disperse
To make love to the Universe.

(For Venus / Aphrodite)

** For the "Any Poem Written on Your Birthday" Poetry Contest, Laura Loo, SponsorI wrote this on my birthday last year, January 20, 2016, and it was inspired by, (and directly relates to), the position of Venus (and surrounding objects) in the night sky at that timeThis one still brings me joy because it was written on my day, but also because I love the night sky**


Poem Details | by Justin Bordner |
Categories: desire, devotion, feelings, heart, i love you, love, lust,

Red Sweat

Your silence,
a stillness of alluring patience
seductive in it's resilience,
suspicious magnificence, 
unmatched beauty demanding vigilance
making this man rowdy and restless for your finesse,
distressed by this drama of love's test,

You're the only woman scratching this chest
with passion's raging arrest, nails of sharp zest,
the supreme Queen keeping me raw and hard, my only quest,
I'm confessing you are the best, the most luxuriant caress, my unhesitant request,

I want every feeling you're capable of conceiving Babe,
knowing and revering your eclectic emotions, your unspoken demands,
burning for your paradon and kiss, you will always know I am love in your hands
share with me the fuel of fervent fire, gems be our eyes, together, golden pulse we've made -

J.A.B.



Poem Details | by Verlena S. Walker |
Categories: deep, fantasy, how i feel, love, lust, senses, sensual,

NAUGHTY AND NICE

NAUGHTY & NICE I want to explore your womanhood. I want to take your mental essence to higher plateaus. I want to kiss you in the most sensual place. My desire for you is driving me crazy. No need to worry love the time has come. I am yours for now and beyond. Here I am standing before you. I am yours to adore. Give me some sex. Make me wet. I am yours to fulfill. Let’s enjoy ourselves. Let us make love in the moonlight. My body yearns for yours. Your body yearns for mine. We are both dramatized to captivate each other minds. Give me some sex. Come to me with your fine ass. Make love to me between these satin sheets. Please me. Shh, say no more. I am yours. |_____________________________________________| Penned On November 17, 2014!


Poem Details | by Elaine George |
Categories: innocence, love, lust,

The Loss of Innocence

I remember…

Shimmering gold ribbons
Draped over the 
Glassy surface of the bay of Fundy
On a black see through
Summer night


I was new to love
Shy beneath your penetrating gaze
At a loss for words

And you…
Telling me my eyes spoke volumes
And the tears that welled up in them 
Against my will
Eventually falling over the edge of innocence
Into adolescence 
As your whispers
And my sighs
Melted on the rippling crest 
Of  those waves
That came softly 
To break upon the shore
As the pale moon looked down 
In utter silence

Author:  Elaine George
Written: June, 2014