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"How to tame the madness"

As I sit here, with intense dirty desire,
Tonight I think of you (the moon and stars)
To you, I send a redolent saimiri kiss 
Read and breathe between fine lewd lines
Perfumed by the colors of the Enticing Equinox
Sensually, I create sweet serendipity

Inviting playful lips
Erotic wind and wild wanderlust
Streams like a river through time
I propose a good potion of wet lube
Take me to the furtive imagination of your soul
Embrace the tan and texture tonight
Touch the summer ripples riding high
Promiscuous and delicate, I advocate lust 
A quilt meant for deep and trenchant love
I shut my eyes to feel an Orphic flora floor
Stimulating a hot, sultry siren kettle 
On this night the tingle of passion penetrates
A hypnotic talisman that lets me, please
Inviting ----------- You

~*~

~Do Not Trust a Word, He Says~

He speaks of sunken treasures the way no other man 
The map of his essence is drawn in the stars 
His smile of gold ride out the waves 
The moon is pulled by the prestige of his masculine art 
With great pleasure, your heart now sits in a glass case 

His love lavishes making every moment memorable
This gentleman cultivates you from every direction 
Your blood rises to his flirtatious ego 
His eyes, manipulate you, invade every dream, 
Endless lust, pulled by the enigma of dragon dust wind 
Falling flowers of forgetfulness, when lost in his touch 
He endures, he breathes in ways you can't resist 

Uttered words easily wrap around your heart 
In a game of trust, his lips persuade another kiss 
Like a syndrome, you babble and drool ---- stepping all over yourself 
You are naught more than a fool in love, 
Trusting and believing every golden word spoken from his lip

~I LOVE YOU~

( A Poet Destroyer Collection)

The video is intrinsic to the setting of the sceneThe vocals and music track by ‘The Corrs and Bono’ are background music incidental to the plot. 

A balmy night it was when he stepped in the bar
A wondrous apparition at a table not far

The singers crooned soft notes on a stage dimly lit
The name of the song eluded he had to admit
The pianist played softly, mood lighting set the scene
Projected colours of amethyst, pinks, blues and green

Elegant and haughty her brow slightly frowned 
She sat all alone when he cast his eye around
He approached her shyly asking to join for a while
With a nod she gestured to her bottle of pink wine

Her hair so lustrous matching her brown smoldering eyes
Her lips so inviting with the curve of her smile
She lifted her glass, her invitation divine
They toasted each other with her sweet summer wine

He covered her hand their fingers felt the thrill 
The room in slow motion, a world standing still 
Euphonious echoes of rapturous heights
Scintillating patterns of bouncing laser lights

He walked her home under a sky of azure blue
Under pink frangipanis heavily dripping with dew
As he turned to leave she indicated to stay awhile
Invited him in for her sweet summer wine

Tongues probing - entwined - an angel’s spring kiss
His pulse how it raced as he stroked shapely hips
The sweet summer taste on her exquisite lips
 Kindled a love - an enchanting rhapsody of bliss

A click of the clasp - flimsy garments released
Shimmering seductively around to her feet
Sensually turning now absolutely au naturel
Revealed her etched beauty of a form so sensual

His projected resplendence complimented her perfections
And the majestic elegance of her peaked manifestations
Desire for feather touches and moist sweet lips
To be tantalized by the elation of a lover’s sweet kiss

Trickling down her pearl valley rampantly on fire 
Liquid crystal gems forged in a tunnel of desire
Soft touches and kisses on her silken skin
A washed him in nectar from her passion within

Cloud soft mattress - sheet threads so fine
United as one as their limbs entwined
To celestial choral rhythm and soft moans of rapture
Harmonious they moved to quench intense pleasure

On a Richter of ten - bodies quaking molto allegro
Celestial Symphonies shrieking to alto crescendo

A comet streaking from a Stellar above
signalling their passionate release of love
Yin meeting Yang so gracefully entwine
Beaming their energy into the Universe divine

Together they basked in a euphoric state
The night had advanced as he indicated the hour late 
She stroked him so gently saying your time is mine 
So tarry a while for some more summer wine

Footnote:
Do I hear you asking if someone else was involved - in this write? 
Well! - in projects like these it usually needs a couple’s consensual, combined experiences!

So my curious reader I’m obliged to confess
That the answer is an explicit - YES! YES! YES!
	There - Now you have it!

Thank you Reluctant Poet - (RP)
RP is not a member of Poetry Soup or any Poetry Club by choiceIt’s just for pleasure, he says.
         There - That answers you second question!

An Ode to Femininity and Romance -

The background music of this delicate poetic arrangement is intended to be played softly as you sit back and reminisce on romantic memories while creating new ones - Perhaps with a glass of red wine and - Oh! Don’t forget the chocolates.   

The cadence of her heart keeps rhythm to the music
She sits alluring in the soft candle light
Her senses so heightened but she ponders escape
As butterflies flutter her stomach tonight

SHE’s the mirror of all dreams

Invisible strobes pulse as his aura manifests
Eyes meet - energy spikes across in a mist
Static shock she recoils as his hand touches hers 
At first she draws back but she cannot resist

SHE’s the sculpture of natural perfection

Warm embraces and moist tender kisses
Twin peaks straining to break free from restraint
Like coronas on planets - her circles a flare
A consuming wild passion that cannot be tamed

SHE’s the taste of pleasure and its themes

Consensual yearning all inhibitions lost
Outer trappings asunder - bare naked as created
Petal smooth skin brushes skin - tingling sensations
Intense tension of concupiscence now elevated

SHE’s the rhythm of sensual orchestration

Like the cleft in a smooth mound
Caressed by the morning dew 
A flood of bliss and passion
Crystal clear droplets accrue

She’s the emotion of love’s fire

Feathery strokes brush a valley of desire
A precious pearl glistens in its soft silken fold
 Aching for release of an exquisite union
With the sensually smooth bud of a single stem Rose

SHE’s the personification of sensation

Passion and love ignite flames of pleasure
A tunnel of love bidding invitation
To her rhythmic breath - the beauty of her charms
Candle flames dance in perfect syncopation

SHE’s the aroma of desire

A pulsating Venus like the evening star
She arches yearning to greet the risen moon
In ardor of passion the lovers melt
Climactic ecstasy close she purrs as they swoon

SHE’s the song wafting from above

Unbridled they move in perfect synchrony
While deep from within warm spring’s release
A joyous flood of bliss and passion
To meet and to quench the explosive heat

SHE’s the reason of loving stimulation

In the gentleness of loves' creation
Naked in the innocence of a newly born
Lying languid and satiated like twin spoons nestled
 Awakes and looks at the glory of early morn

SHE’s the epitome of LOVE
The meaning of life - IS SHE 

Acknowledgement:
To RP (the Reluctant Poet), who refuses to be named and is reticent to be acknowledged as a brilliant Poet in his own right
This poem is dedicated to his ‘SHE’ and all the SHE’s in the worldThank you so much RP for your contribution.
(RP is not from Poetry Soup or any other Poetry site or publication)

Footnote: 

‘SHE’ - is an unashamed expose` on the beauty of female love and sexuality, the foremost gift of our primary instinct - the source of our existence

A Gift - of pleasure bestowed on humans to be enjoyed with no boundaries of age or gender.

A Gift - of joy unrestricted to only the humans whenever fancy takes, unlike all other species which is restricted to time of procreation

A Gift - that owing to misguided conditioning of the ‘System’ and Religious agendas, is embarrassing for women to share and only appropriate to air in a sterile or clinical manner.

The topic elicits thought and makes one wonder - Why?

Your feelings in a group of touring innocence
travel up North towards trust and sincerity
in sweet submissive care like a carefully rubbed suede.
You put day light into your entrapment
for noontide to go nonstop.

Caress from yonder, massage from under
your skirts make appetite nonchalantly mourn
your legs present so nutraceutical to manly weakness.
If your bones are licked by wild beasts
the jungle would be protected by the ghost of sweet affection.
If the rains fall through the planes of your body
vapours of lust and desires will spring out of the Earth.

Your expensive flare, expresses you as a needed nougat
sliding pleasurably though wet lips in a greasy enjoyment of noodles
with aroma and taste capping up a nouvelle cuissine.
Night is dead from your day-long engaging chemistry
making the aggression of your nubile emission
in ration to any attempted resistance an improper fraction
when the night's light strike your contrasting body
for the creation of a mobile image so dark and graceful,
nature will sit down beauty for a serious interview.

Walking past each other and just by chance
My heart skips a beat and my knees turn weak
Your eyes lock with mine in a fleeting glance
In a ricochet of emotion I just cannot speak 

Our time cut short on that exotic island resort
Mutual attraction that grew, our emotions weren’t slow
But alas contact lost aft’ that last kiss at the port
Intimacy so fleeting - regrets of letting you go

We were star crossed lovers on that fateful day
I remember that last time when you held me so tight
Now per chance we meet thousands of miles away    
‘Neath the same blanket of stars and a moon like tonight ~ ~ 

* “As the midnight moon, was driftin’ through ~ The lazy sway of the trees ~ I saw the look in your eyes, lookin' into mine ~ I’m seeing what you wanted to see
Darlin' don't say a word, cause I already heard ~ What your body's sayin' to mine You’re tired of fast moves ~ You’ve got a slow groove ~ On your mind”

Swirling sparkling shades of colours that mix and smudge
It’s been so long but there’s no cause to rush
Run you lips on my neck feel our naked skins touch 
Nipples a tingling and a warm spreading flush

Your soft slow hand feels like flitting fireflies 
You whisper my name, I’m enchanted tonight
Soft moans of pleasure and my passionate sighs 
Play with me, sway with me and feel my delight ~ ~

* “You want a man with a slow hand ~ You want a lover with a easy touch
You want somebody who will spend some time ~ Not come and go with a heated rush  Baby believe me I’ll understand ~ When it comes to love, you want a slow hand”

My nerves aglow like the tips of optic fibres
Your touches trigger firework displays to ignite
Seeking and teasing my spot of torrid desires 
Impatiently craving our eminent fusion tonight 

Opening like a flower dripping with a dewy spritz
Ecstasy overflows with your slow hand in motion
Electrostatic sparks on my tongue, skin and lips
Sip my summer wine that’s the nectar of my passion ~ ~

* “Darlin', don't say a word, 'cause I already heard ~ What your body's sayin' to mine   If you want it all night ~ You know it's alright ~ I’ve got the time”

I tantalise your tumescent core with silken caresses 
Erotically teasing you with tiny feather like tickles
Like the soft waving flutter of butterflies winged kisses 
Thrilling sensory overload of silver waves and ripples

All else out of focus on a soft cloud of passion
Exquisite pleasure on the crest of a fire
No words that are needed or any explanation 
The endless waves of emotion that transpire ~ ~

* “You got a man with a slow hand ~ You got a lover with an easy touch
You got somebody who will spend some time ~ Not come and go in a heated rush Baby believe me I’ll understand ~ When it comes to love, you want a slow hand”

My hips arching high meeting your ardent thirst
Fill my ocean - savour my delight
Rhapsody of fluttering sensations - a volcanic burst 
Come with me - the world’s ours tonight 

Basking in the enchantment of an afterglow
An amorous haze of amber swirls and coral sand
With crystal clear waters and sparkling sand below
At long last I’ve found you in this island fairyland

Acknowledgement:
My appreciation to RP (the Reluctant Poet) for his creative input on a delicate sensual theme that we’ve all experienced sometime.

POTD 16 Aug 2017

* Lyric 'Slow Hand' Music and Video Clip Citation and Reference:
Video Clip and Lyrics 'Slow Hand' by Phantasm 2000AD Published on Nov 2, 2008 Elvis Returns Standard You Tube licence

All rights of the Lyrics, video and track belong to the original Copyright ownersThe original Lyrics written by JWarren Bettis, first released sung and released in May 1981 by the Pointer Sisters and subsequently sung by various artists including Elvis in the above clip.

Lyrics of the song in quotes and italics and referenced with and asterisk has been transcribed as a read to be followed with the songIt is not intended to be or claimed as part of the above poetry verses.

I am the sultry silence
the wishbone
of your dreams
feel my warm breath
slither down your throat
across your chest
feel my transparent tongue...

We rage the erotic battle
I feel your pulse race
my fingers of flame
caress all that is yours
I am your imagination
arching above your feminine form
I sink slowly into you...

Just so you know my love
you will never be able
to shake me from your dreams
I will seduce you to a place
beyond mere thoughts and words
tonight, dream of us...

A  DAMSEL  ENCHANTS  FELICITY



Aurora breaks,

Cinderella  damsel  enchants  felicity,

gliding   halcyon--

implanting   jazzy  kisses,

languorous murmurs

Nectared  opulent  press

quakes  reactions.

Succulent  tissues  urge

virginal  wanting:  xerothermic,

yearning zenith!
_____________________________________________________________________
*** xerothermic -- adapted to or flourishing to environment that is hot and dry
      halcyon -- care -free
  
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Olive Eloisa Guillermo
2:28 pm, September 23, 2015

Nature unfurls charms
Loving emotions flourish
Her cup runs over

Exquisite passion
Limbs entwined in sweet embrace
Move in symphony

Senses on fire
Symphonic crescendos peak
Cocooned in slumber

Nature’s Miracle
Blooming as she takes on form
Grand Expectation

Footnote:
A Happy Mother’s day to all Mums, Mums-to-be and Grand Mums for without you and the gift of love, this day was not possible. 

POTD 16th May 2017

Wrapped In Honey Of Her Naked Pies

Are memories really just our souls leaving
in clouds of shimmering hot mists.
And what of love and all that hot heaving
or stored memories on lustful lists!

Can the mind create truth from mere dregs
women so beautiful your brain cries.
All curves, graceful long ,long sexy legs
wrapped in honey of her naked pies!

Alas! Say it tis not a treasure imagined
what of the deep sensations of bliss?
Or her choice of lingerie in latest fashion
epic thrill of that greatest ever kiss?

Slay me now, if my treasures are not real.
I want no world devoid of that hot night's thrill.

R.JLindley
June 6th, 1983

Sonnet, on my terms...

Note_  Too hot, was deleted, graphic
details of that first night and ******** *** ************

   What attributes are considered sexy to guys?
         the face 
      the lips 
      the eyes 
       A lil junk in the trunk 
         Betty boop thighs
            Suckable watermelons
              Lips that are quick to spread
              Accessories to blind
         What ever happened 
         to what's behind all that?
              See the person that I really am 
                 Look into my heart
                  See beside what you want to do to me 
                        in the dark
                        Stop reminiscing about my lips
                            Do U want to dive deeper into this?
                                 And I don't mean what's between my hips 
                              I heard your tryna bring sexy back
                                 Well do U wanna know what's sexy to me? 
                                      Tap me on the shoulder and just ask me
                                             Am I sexy?
                          
                    

Sheer poetry in motion with a picnic basket in hand 
Laughing brandishing a bottle as he lopes along the sand
His handsome features completely wreathed in smiles
Lifts and twirls me round - my squeal must be heard for miles

These endless waves of joy just washing over me
Savouring fine wine - splashing in and out of the tepid sea
A sun-struck gold flecked beach with dazzling grains of light
Sparks in my eyes can compete with the stars that shine at night

The sounds of a distant carousel on a sultry wind drift
With picnic basket in hand to a secluded spot we shift
But thoughts of gourmet foods and drink are not on our mind
Our sensual thoughts go in directions of quite a different kind

He whispers that the fire in my emerald eyes are ignited
Flames being stoked and the intensity of our ardour delighted
His sensual stroking touch sends me into a whirl winded bliss
If it’s a dream I wish it not to end in just a passion flamed kiss

His feathered touch caresses my pliant thighs
With broken moans and groans spaced ‘tween dulcet sighs 
Our touches more intoxicating than fine sparkling wine
Areola aflame - warm wild sparklets fluttering down my spine 

In a bat of an eyelash all swimwear is discarded
Concupiscent bare naked as when life was started
My gem of desire pulsates a fire unsurpassed
He’s a God against the sunset - an erotic work of art

Spectacular shades of orange streak through a sky of gold
The setting sun beckons and the blue water rolls
Silver rippled water lapping all my contours, peaks and tips
His toned muscles glistening captivating charms too hard to resist

With trembling hands we caresses places so sacred
Lips locked in a passion so intense it is fated
As a humming bird sips nectar from a honeydew flower
His majestic magnificence teases the door of my bower

I whisper my needs with unrestrained passion
He replicates his own with a wild abandon
Guiding our passion into the fires of desire
Rising eagerly to meet the thrusts of his fire

Earth trembling eruption in this orgasmic burst
We lovingly quench each other’s exquisite thirst
Soul energies seeking manifestation on a physical plane
In ultimate bonding of a zenith reached again and again

As a tide of emotions - a crystal clear stream
Wingless soaring high knowing this is no dream
My body flows with the ocean like never before
 Knowing this is the guy I utterly love and adore

Video music clip - Eddie Lovette - ‘Under the Board Walk’ – ‘Lavishn's Reggae Bliss Collection (SUMMER LOVIN')’  Published on Mar 23, 2013

Lay back clear your mind
Let my hands do the rest
Close your eyes hear the music
As my tongue touches your chest
I then whisper in your ear
Sweet words as I relieve your stress
No worries and no fears
Safe in my arms you nest
Tension flows from your body
As we begin to undress
Touching each others bodies
Enjoying each others best
Movements slow then pleasure
Our bodies tightly pressed
Laying spent from ecstasy
Satisfaction at your request

Tell me I am pretty and sexy and hot
Tell me you like everything that I’ve got

Say that my clothes fit me just right
Even if some things are a little too tight

Laugh at my jokes even if they are dumb
Massage my neck ’til your fingers go numb

Don’t get mad becaue I make more money
Do the dishes, vacuum, and call me honey

Respect me for my intelligent mind
Treat all my friends friendly and kind

Tell me that I cook better than mother
Say that you’ll never love any other

Kiss me goodnight and good morning
Make love to me without any warning

Call me at work just to hear my voice
Say that being with me is your first choice

Watch chick flicks during a football game
Give me a sweet little sexy pet name

Tell me my lovely face is all you see
But darling, don’t you ever lie to me

Love Like Sugar Cane

Tender tendrils
of the same vine, 
we entwine
with hearts a fluttering, 
beating ecstatically as one, 
floating on wings
of iridescent butterflies, 
satisfyingly satiated by
love juices squeezed from an  
orange, bright summer day
Cherry blossom kisses 
from pink juicy lips, 
sprouting silky petals 
that pucker and quiver,
anticipating warm, tropical, 
sugar cane, sweet licks
Blissfully drunk with love, 
we sip and dip 
into the golden syrupy
ocean of us.



Date written: 07-24-2015   
Name of Contest: The Poet's Fire
Sponsor: Gregory R Barden

She expected very little from the guy
  A lesson she had learned long ago
     Guys are after just one thing
             It always started
               With just one
                     Kiss
               Then look out
          For wandering hands
      He would unbutton her top
  Then next he would remove her brasier
She was so excited...she could hardly wait !


Non Rhyming version of Andrea's new form.

This Fury-Fiery Moment of Hot Sensual Love

This fury-fiery moment of hot sensual love nourishes us now,
As we move from a caress to razor-close, then to lover-close,
Intertwined as one in a true tempestuous storm sparkling afire!

We share such a white-hot passion with a boundless fiery desire,
Blending us deeply in a fury-fiery emotion of love’s true inspire;
Bringing us to this apex with lust as love and love in lust’s hour!

This magic moment melds our passion into a true alchemy of love.
This prized-perfect passion purrs us now into satiated contentment,
As our hearts bask-bright in a fury-fiery moment of sensual desire! 

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved – May 19, 2016
(Rhyme)

We smile, it's raining
Jovial in dancing joy
Soaked to the skin

Warm hearth welcomes us
Naked to bare, towelling
Goosebumps diminish

Pillows, rugs, two lie
Face to face, lips now caress
We, attraction flows

Candles flickering
Undulating shadows grace
Unification




.

Her grace, she moves in poetry,
Tread cobbled path of wandering heart;
She speaks in moonlight spirit,
Thine treasure chest come undune,
'Till I lose mine feathers,
Frozen by her sole divinity;
She, found to mine lost,
Twixt these street exile redefined by her golden glory,
pounding on my chamber door;
I must forego the counsel of my twisted devils,
Rise from lay 'pon this brow beaten soul;
Swell into her wonder..lift love anew!
Heaven restore mine black gloom;
Her grace, she moves in poetry,
Spilleth' over, soothing matrimony.


~JSLambert                                      

                                                                             ©    PoeTTreeZ Publishing

I lay nude at sunset on a cliff above the sea.
Heaven and Earth erupt in red and orange brilliance.
A cool wind wafts over me smells of salt spray.
In this time of Autumn.

And at my side, a woman I still barely know
Caresses my quivering skin --
Filling me hard with her anticipation;
Her gleaming blond hair flowing over me.

I suspend a precious moment of eternity -- full that I am --
Immersing my senses in her womanhood:
	Her comforting smile and inviting eyes,
	Her clean unperfumed scent,
	I gently cup her tender small breast.
So I watch, I smell, and I touch.
I want this immersion to last.
For truly this is a celebration of life!
We share here in our time of Autumn.

It was a long desired pleasure to feel
in my caress the softness of her flesh,
the lust behind her wetness, and reveal
the warmth of passion within to refresh
that longing to fondle a girl in bloom;
to taste her lips, feel her bosom and sense
the natural fragrance of her perfume;
for eagerness in place of innocence.
Her charm lived in me as too did her scent,
the bitter-sweet scent of her lovingness,
love devoted to it’s ardent extent,
at last to leave behind the loneliness.

There remained no doubt that love would cherish,
renew hope for the heartbreak to perish.



T.J Grén

A Poem of Sex


A poem of sex
But not in this text
I just used this title to see
~
If you would come
Looking for fun
And open this poem by me
~
You will not find
Words of that kind
No moaning passionate steam
~
Two of the night
Not in this write
All of these verses are clean
~
Lips locking soft
Hearts now aloft
Maybe what you did expect
~
Candlelight flame
Screaming a name
Glistening skin, beads of sweat
~
Sensual sighs
Quivering thighs
Erotic moments to trace
~
Euphoric throes
Fingers and toes
Sorry you’re in the wrong place
~
None of that here
Let’s make it clear
Nary a stanza reflects
~
Words that you see
Written by me
Titled, “A Poem of Sex”



Well, it is against the rules...right?  

Leapin' lizards up in dem’ gizzards, something we call the creepy crawlAnd her womb spew forth blasphemy, and her lips uttered deceitBlack alters in Bone orchardsPraise hell syndicate burn down this town and everyone in itRed lights…, blood lustAmbrosia, with her hair so fare Clearly obvious why the gods chose herDevourer of subtleties..Tenderest of vittlesI know at night your bones up and come to life causing mischiefAll monkey minds in devil times, chatter chatter, screechhhh..All lost, no hopeAnd then there was youBurn down the temple and singEyes bare witness to the rise of herDance to the rhythms of a free will symphonyBleed from thyn eyes,..I don't mindBliss bliss and heavenYour absence is the bane of my existence.

Love me 
I beg for love with every encounter 
just for a touch or a nibble 
to feel a warm chest against mine 
I want to feel the love of a man 
a man who possesses a heart of pure gold 
I yearn to feel hands on my hips 
and a tongue entwined with mine 
such temptations shouldn't take over my youthful mind 

My Goddess

I
              Met         A
                     Goddess!   FroM
                           The    very      starT
                             Of course it was  heR
                                Had dreamt of this daY
                             Pierced   my    ennuI
                     An        unseeN
         KnifinG
     ShiV
    LifE
        NeveR
                      More       clearlY
                               Defined   The    patH
                                    It        changes      in    A
                                  Flash  now she  is  neaR
                               Mind      is      openeD
                       I   n   t   u   i   T
             Key     tO
      LocK
Eyes
Each  glow
Pleasant   smile
Moment      lingers
Your  curly  brown  hair
Showering strong shoulders
Every    breath   filling    bosom
Lusciousness,    sinuously    moves
Flowing  across  the  room,  wild river
Frozen deer  I become,  looking but not,
Round,  wide  eyes  misdirecting intention
Obvious  I’m caught  Could you  be too?
Meeting for the first  time, crowds part
S m i l i n g  d e s p i t e   m y s e l f
Te l e g r a p h i n g  i n t e n t
All    pretense    forgone
Reaching    deeply
I  asked you
Now my
Girl

5/7/16
© Thomas WQuigley

Getting lost in the wake of a beauty so exotic 
Warm balmy night promises speak from her beckoning eyes
Ensnaring themselves in a web of sultry desire
As heady perfume of white jasmine permeates night skies

Playing the leading lady the Oscar is always hers
Perfect crimson lips set in porcelain skin perfection
Hypnotic blue eyes seduce bringing them down to their knees
Mere shadows of themselves left in its luminous reflection

Entrapped by shadows - A lady of chastity she is not
Embracing dusk welcomes her in it's ever watchful sight
She the mysterious mistress that women love to hate
Forbidden fruit for their men - She is the Lady of the Night

The highest bidder always wins her - she cares not who
Seductive and sultry or sweetly naïve and innocent
She plays the game well - whatever the gentleman fancies
To gifts of extravagance offered - she is indifferent

But when the games are done and she's alone in her chambers
For the one who stole her heart she sends out a lonely cry
Even though she has everything money can possibly buy

Her love is not for sale
It belongs only to the one who took it away
And bid her goodbye

Music Video - Memoirs of a Geisha - Sayuri's Theme FULL
'The Memoirs of a Geisha' Official Soundtrack featured Yo Yo Ma performing the cello solos, as well as Itzhak Perlman performing the violin solosThe music was composed and conducted by John WilliamsPublished on Nov 22, 2009

You are my disease,
And my only remedy,
Addicted to you.

(c) 2015 PJ Bayliss

Come to me my dancing love
I have waited oh so patiently
Que in the Cha Cha my darling
Waltz your way towards me   

Set the music in burning fire  
Bring your Salsa closer to me
Tango your body around me
And release the Rumba in you

Oh, to be a hummingbird,
hovering near your flower
to float above your petals
for hour, upon hour

To taste your wondrous nectar
as I feel the morning dew,
to drink in all the mysteries,
the mysteries of you

They’re drawing the curtains in Dorking,
Lighting the candles and pouring the lotions.
Switching off TV’s and shelving resentments,
Checking on children asleep in the darkness,
Creeping   up hallways   like teenage lovers.
Stairs and hopes creaking in equal measure.

Clothes  are  Falling   in Fulham.
Tights  in the hall and pants in the bathroom,
Bra on the shelf
And doubts in the kitchen,
As   newly  acquainted
Swap fluids and feelings,
Hoping for phone calls,
Instead of  diseases.

Lay byes are calling  in Luton,
Cars with their  lights on  wait on the verges,
Engines and pulses expectant   and purring,
Strangers stand round swapping cider  and sadness,
While a dozen  pale  bottoms nod in  the moonlight.

They’re re-lighting  fires  in Bolton,
Forgetting the  years of disinterest and boredom,
Of nights by the TV, tight lipped  and separate,
Silent pub meals and bad-tempered breakfasts.
Tracing the contours of flesh and forgiveness,
Opening like flowers,
Hoping for  closeness.

They’re turning the lights off in Reigate,
Closing their eyes and thinking of strangers,
Scarlet or George,
The Doctor, the cleaner,
The local MP or the teenage neighbour

Excitement is building in Brixton.
Fingers  are probing and gripping the carpet,
Bodies are merging and arguments fading,
The bills and the mortgage,
Frustrations and failures,
Pushed aside like regrets and the duvet..

Flesh is moving  in Folkestone,
Thighs  colliding and buttocks vibrating,
Tongues exploring  and hands rediscovering
Blood engorging  and nipples darkening,
Like  monsoon rain clouds,
Or over-cooked porridge.

The explosion is coming in  Eastbourne,
Necks  are straining and head boards rebounding
As thighs move faster, grow weary and slacken.
And grunting and gasping  gives way to elation,
The volcano erupts and  mine shaft convulses,
Horses break free
And  barriers lie broken.

The deluge has fallen  in Derby
Eyes make contact and souls fall   open,
Allowing brief entry of one life to another,
So even bored couples feel slightly connected,
While the lucky embrace,
Like shipwrecked sailors,
Listening in silence to mermaid and dolphin,
Singing of coral and sand and completeness.

They’re comfy as sofas in Sutton
Lying in gloom and watching the ceiling,
Thinking of  love and  looking for tissues, 
Swallowing tea  and checking their emails.
Making small talk about gardens and daytrips,
Feet and hearts meeting,
Under the covers.