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| Lost Lust
Posted: 9/9/2006 6:54:08 PM | So Very Long Ago
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A pendulum sweeps to and fro
The clockworks keep on ticking
As time is gently singing
Passing without notice, where does it go?
Rolling on the wind
Tumbling where it’s blown
It never seemed to matter how minutes turned to hours
Like apparitions out of thin air
Watching it all and try to recall
That it doesn’t seem so very long ago.
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Laughter peels like thunder, through memories full of wonder
Tears tumbling down in torrents
Over heartache stacked like stones
Places and faces, and the time of day
Like sand sifting through our fingers
Though we grasp, it’s out of reach
A veil lifts from recollection of all that passed before now
And shows us its treasure once more
Everything has come out just as it should have
Though, it doesn’t seem so very long ago.
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Turn the eye away and quick as a twinkle
The moment dissolves
And then is lost to us
Held fast to the hanging edge of the sweep
Lost forever now
In memories labyrinth halls
Everything turning upon that instant
Like a breath that’s held too long
It all comes rushing back to that moment,
When it doesn’t seem so very long ago.
Ungowa Bwana
april 21, 2005 | |
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| Lost Lust
Posted: 9/10/2006 9:31:09 AM | | That is a wonderful poem Ungowa and it sounds very much like lyrics to a song? This thread is beautiful and I'm waiting to see more by it's creator. *smile* | |
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| I Was Inspired...
Posted: 9/10/2006 10:24:57 AM | mmmmmmmm
Time I come and take again....
Upturning tables...lamps my friend....
Give me that voice in Passion scream...
Let loose yourself inside of dream...
Call as rush unleashed in waves....
As I kneel and Crop I praise....
I squeeze those nipples...
Hungrily taste....
Not an inch of your body waste...
Taste your sweet swet rolling chest....
Find in lips what I like best...
Bend you...
Shape you....
Call for more...
Hard as stone...
Pound on the floor....
Bring from you that swelling Lust....
Orgasm raging inside of thrust....
Find that place as g-spot search....
Craving lost as quenching thirst....
I need you bent with cheek to ground.....
I need your begging calling MORE....
I don't care wheather bed or floor...
I'll leave you gasping laying shore....
That felt relief you crave is here....
Glorious that Passion's tear....
Hold tight to me as bodies one....
Feel me within you as you Cum....
I search your body with lips and tongue....
It will take hours till I am done.....
I want that wetness....
Crave it yesssss....
Need it baby...
That hard caress...
Need those legs streached far to sky...
Need that voice resounding cry.....
Need you Cumming I'll take you there....
As in my eyes I feel your stare.....
Keep inhabitions not from me....
I swear I will set body free....
You'll feel me hours after I am through....
O Yes The Things I'd Do To.........
........................You. | |
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| I Was Inspired...
Posted: 9/10/2006 4:21:40 PM | There is a very powerful force
Coming from within
That is rarely mirrored by its equal
Sparks charged with fire and magic
You feel them touch you in all your hidden places
Soft, warm burning rivulets dripping over you
But you can’t deny or turn away
For the heat has flooded your nerve endings
With lightening, undeniably mesmerizing the mind
ignoring all else around
Tender lips exploring, enticing, enchanting
Sucking your breath and reason away
You cannot stop and run from this person
So you succumb
Until you become one
Touch me and drive me over this earthly plain
Floating in a circle that winds its labyrinth
Through my veins creating a life of its own
I have denied it, and banished the feeling
Only to be drawn back in
Dancing with the flame
Wanting you, needing you to fulfill me
A marriage of spirits entwined
Through time & distance and great pain
A confusing test of the mind and heart
For any woman who experiences this
I hunger for more
I am yours in mind, body and soul
Not wanting this magic to end
But to grow without interruptions or denial
Or others trying to break the spell
Innocence on the outside
But a temptress inside
Seeking new places to learn this ancient art
With the man I desire to take me there
A summer fantasy of tactile turbulence
Hands and bodies reaching out
Free to fly in a swirl of butterflies
As they climb above the possibilities
And never want for another
Eyes open, taunting each other to go beyond the realms of reason
Sharing these joys together. | |
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| Fall with Me....
Posted: 9/10/2006 5:01:05 PM | ......And seek that force resounding within as Thunder.....
Crashes shores as untouched Passion ignightes and flares from depth...
Craving Hotness of your breath upon my neck....
Held by Lips as kiss so deep again touching Soul as Yours and mine entwine and soar..
Echo that moan from walls as here we dance within.....
....Without....
Smoke leaps from Insence twisting....filling....Enticing....Release....
Fall again...again within you gazing eyes that yearn that place of one.....
Stand as free and unconfined as here this Love as made is true....
An Image blurred as bodies move and join....
Fingers seeking hold as thrust and grasp and fall to ground never turning eyes....
Within you warmth I feel as nails dig and hold gasping wave upon you now....
Movement fast those hips they push and quake as sudden.....Release..
Those realms are crashed and breached and through them fall abandoning reason....all is joy....
........Glorious....
Night is day as time in myrid color swirling cast us within web of Lust....
....Found is one....
....Your breath is hot and lips afire whisper Bliss.....
....Hair I hold and tease that Breast....
Fall with Me....... | |
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| Californian dreamin
Posted: 9/11/2006 4:29:44 AM | 5693
Opal to Ecstasy
11 September 2006
Eyes of emerald green,
heart of compassion.
Breasts succulent to taste,
each nipple between lips so sweet.
Where this heart and this soul do meet,
a happy place, a happy place to be.
Each hand upon a thigh, an influx with grace
adjoining where mankind was incandescent.
Her buttocks, her arms, her shoulders,
this tender delight amenable.
Both of the same cloth,
one of silk and another cotton.
A unity transfixed, as unto that of time
where emotion and the physical
were a mental stability embraced
Captured in those opal eyes of alliance
colours merged as to greet
For then mercy was a scream
not of pain, neither of fear
This orgasmic delight to address
Besides the gemstone varieties of opals that show a play of colour, there are other kinds of
common opal such as the milk opal, milky bluish to greenish; resin opal, honey-yellow with
a resinous lustre; along with other varieties of opal including a colourless glass-clear opal
sometimes called Muller's Glass.
About 95% of the world’s opal comes from Australia. In particular, the town of Coober Pedy
in South Australia Where opals are also found in Mexico and parts of Central America. Another
Australian town, Lightning Ridge in New South Wales, is the main source of black opal, opal
containing a predominantly dark background (dark-gray to blue-black displaying the play of colour).
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
a poet who cares | |
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| What a beautiful poem
Posted: 9/11/2006 10:13:07 PM | | I love the style of writing you use it's different than mine but something I can learn from - truthisee. It flows without much effort. I have been so busy lately I just haven't had the energy to write much but I know it will come back, it always does. | |
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| Precious Gift…You
Posted: 9/12/2006 8:35:47 PM | Swetroxrocker, I can see a real difference in how the women express themselves and how the guys express the same feelings. Although Ray seems to go beyond and combines a bit of both. I am looking forward to reading more from all of you.
Lost in my thoughts
The music plays
Upon my mind
Echoing fingertips of time
Simon and Garfunkel
Silencing my soul
Hot oil slipping
As raindrops fall
Into my dreams
Into a hole
To the past
Whispers deep
Fulfilling, soothing
Tactile rhythm
Dipping my heart in innocence
And the newness of love
Blushing in the heat
Of sunshine kissing
Tiny shivers
Languid quivers
A quiet field of wild roses
And ripe blueberries
Painted with delight
Exposed to the gentle wind
Yet poised for flight
A rush of passion
Unaware
Of anything yet everything
Upon our bed of grass
Soft and fragrant
The senses unfold
With the universe
And little tendrils of light
Sharing my spirit and dreams
One with nature and each other
My playmate, my friend. | |
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| Secret Garden Of Lost Lust...
Posted: 9/12/2006 10:28:36 PM | Wonderful writes…Mein Dichterisch Bruder, om, Truthisee...Welcome ungowa bwana…Autumn Fantasy, I look forward to reading more from you. I am amazed daily by your awe-inspiring talents and friendships and look forward to reading what those gorgeous minds have been thinking!
Autumn Fantasy you’ve noticed too…the different way in which the same feelings are expressed. Isn’t it a wonderful dance to read…view??? You all are too kind with your words and praises...I thank you.
I have been in a very pensive mood of late…which of course has deeply affected my writing.
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In my secret garden willow trees sway
Joyous laughter is carried away in the wind
Thoughts dance and play in my mind
Resting upon pillows of grass under the blue sky
Softness cradling and soothing on skin
Wild flowers perfume the day with sweetness
Friendly butterflies dance around teasing my hair
Occasionally resting upon my paper and pen
Roses in pure shades of crimson glow in the sun
Crushed velvet on cheek chin lips and tongue
Innocence once lost flows from fountains above
Pools of water reflecting past and present
A small child’s mischievous smile
……….A young ladies alluring grin
…………………A woman’s sultry expression
In my secret garden you are asked to
Dance
……..Smile
……………Embrace
………………………Laugh
With the person you once were
Who you are now
Following your dreams
Pursuing your fate
Are the keys to the gate
The only decision to be made
Is do you want
Come in
Or…
Sadly depart
My secret garden…
~~M~~ | |
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| I Was Inspired...
Posted: 9/13/2006 9:36:42 PM | I gently close my eyes and imagine
It has been this way for a while
Me imagining…deep in fantasy
More than ever it seems in this time
I cannot bear another moment
To see your true form in all its glory
The fever burns deep within me
But I cannot...not right now
Even if you were here…bare
Oh how I crave to see you n aked
I so want you to be here…before me
No imagination…just a step away
You sit calmly, stand and slowly turn
Revealing yourself to me wholly
Beautiful sweet man, oh how I wish...
You were immortalized in my garden
In slow motion it seems, your hands move
You press your body to mine quivering
I smell you as we kiss, seeking, searching
Your manly scent comes to me in wisps
Slowly overtaking, enveloping me wholly
I want that more than imagination…
I want to smell…
……….........………taste
…………………...........…….feel
………………………………..............discover
I want to watch you fall upon me n aked
Oh how my body yearns to see you…
~~~M~~ | |
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| You imagery is beautiful
Posted: 9/17/2006 4:41:46 PM | As I dream of your body standing before me
naked, comfortable, firm and strong
I wonder what it would have been like to stand before you
in my youth, many years before my children
entered this world
I was proud to let the clothes fall to the floor
feel the air touch me completely
feeling firm and graceful
sensuous and ripe
I can't turn back the clocks
yet still as I stand before you
I am comfortable and know
that beauty is not on the outside
but shining from within
and through our consciousness
I am still graceful
with much more ease and freedom of thought
knowing desire now takes on many unique meanings
being able to love yourself first
and becoming one through that love
as it joins together in the dance
a flowing river filling every crevice
embracing loves spirit, loves joys
lovers passion and ecstasy
I wish I could give you my youth
but it would not have wisdom
or understanding or balance
or the natural rhythm it now possesses
we are still just exploring
finding our way
layer by layer we strip naked our fantasies
wanting to share
giving freedom and joy
the sacredness of life
through expression
all I ask is that chance to explore
reach new heights with you that I have never been before
touch every inch of you and learn your pleasure
and my own
I want to be your sunshine
I am learning your ways, your moods, your desires
help me to grow with you. | |
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| I Was Inspired...
Posted: 9/28/2006 6:35:58 PM | Ola all...Yes I know it has been sometime. All work and no play definately doesn't to do the soul good. Lovely writes of late and I'm very appreciative of all your encouragement and friendships, you all are such wonderful people.
I must apologize, I'm feeling a bit lazy and decided to close my eyes and let the words type out. I must say, I am digging the free form...hopefully you enjoy it as well.
Have a GLORIOUS weekend.
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The salty texture of your skin entrances my tongue your taste lingering in my mouth tickling my throat. The scent of you overwhelms my senses. I am lost. Your hot body pressed into mine, sweat sticky skin kissing me lightly all over making me tremble with anticipation. Sweat beading my lip toes curl goose pimples appear heart beating wildly. Your throaty moans…growls of pleasure sing sweetly in the air; enticing me to venture and explore the map of your exquisite body…what a journey you are. Your very being encourages and transports such pleasure. I cannot get enough of you. I want to consume you wrap my body around you completely, press my face into the pulse beating in your neck as moans build deep within me I whisper of the pleasure you exact, share my coming. Hands caressing all over, tugging at your hair gripping your arms chest thighs hips. Look at me…see how my eyes caress the plains of you searching your soul as my moist parted mouth cries silently for you.
~~Marie~~ | |
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| I Was Inspired...
Posted: 10/1/2006 4:12:44 PM | I am lost within the confines of her Spirit. I cannot speak for words are lost and useless to her beauty captivating and radiating from the limitless confines that are simply....her....
She cannot know as I seek her bodies fragrence, that within me I am lost simply by her gaze.
She is biting my lip
She is enticing me beyond those boundries.....
She whispers to me.....
She excites my sences beyond those limits....
She is breathless....
I reach for the comfort of her as I touch her neck and feel inside my mouth the hardness off her nipples. She pulls my hair and guides me softly....
.....Down......
Yesssssss.....she moans with an abandonment I miss each moment of each minute...
I taste her completness with an eager and Lust....
I pull her to me......
She pushes to me....My God.....I accept and deeper I reach to her.....
Movement becomes one as again and again she explodes for me.............
Come to me....
Cum for me.........
The taste of your body ....Glorious.... to as I lick...suck.....
You are mine....
I am Yours......
In this moment.......
We are one....
mmmmmmmmmmmmm | |
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| I Was Inspired...
Posted: 10/2/2006 4:25:27 AM | ooooh.....eeeee...a...ahem....sigh
cold shower for me I think
she of the quivering loins will be back later....
composed
nice writes guys
good to see you back swet  | |
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| Oh My What Dirty Thoughts You have...
Posted: 10/17/2006 12:38:01 AM | Fellow POF poets your encouragement, patience and wonderful praises are very much appreciated. Wishing you a Glorious week...(blush) I've had dirty thoughts...down right porn...it just wouldn't read right...if I change it one bit. ~M~
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Rasp of my hand
Stroking your velvet
Intoxicates
Dewy cum under my thumb
Rubbing across your head
Incites
Your pleasured moans
Gasping breaths
Do not fall
Deafly
My mouth waters
As my hands rub hotly
You
And
Me
At
Once
Your trembling hand at my head
Your strong fingers curled
Tugging at my hair
Pulling my head back
Neck stretched to its limit
Ahhh the sweet, sweet pain
Of pleasure
My hand strokes you…
Rubs me…
Lonely mouth waters…my
Blues eyes gaze intently
Face, hands, mouth, eyes
Focus is unattainable
Pleasure is at its cusp
Whispering sweetly
To You
How I long to…
Ride your length
Bucking wildly
Moist hands pressing
And fingers gripping
At your chest
Leaving their red marks…
Demanding with each
Thrust, my hand forms
Perfectly
Moistly
Just the right amount
I continue to rub
Fingers enter and
Thumb circles wetly
Harsh breathes
Gasping
I moan for you
Licking my lips
Fingers tickling your sac
Knowing all the while
You watch…
As I gush, pant and moan… | |
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| have you ever had sex where your mind actually disconnects? wow
Posted: 10/17/2006 9:35:08 PM | Hot in here tonight.
Muscle ripples gleam sweet sweat
Rhythm of your arms dew wet
So strong in perfect tension
Watch movement and dimension
Sends me moving too
In the strong rhythm of you
Breath hot and fast
Hips move and cast
Shadow on firelight
Catches your smile right
In the midst of perfect concentration
Move with your own volition
I move to your pounding beat
Faster steady staccato heat
Hits all the right places, resonates
Time bends and waits
For me to meet you there
Your chest now bare
Shirt tossed away
As you play
Your strong jimbay. | |
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| late for her train
Posted: 10/18/2006 6:01:22 PM | late for her train
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She approaches along the platform
With a 'fast-late" stride for the train
Coat flying like a windsock behind her
She's on a mission to catch that train
Watching as she passes nearby me
Glancing eyes on the way to the train
Locked into those gold eyes like magnets
Dare I glance down now? For Shame!
Passing with quick smiles and a nod
The glance lingers on for much longer
Bashfully breaking that "too long" moment I gaze down
Wind pressing down clothing to outline her form
Seeing, not looking, still I notice
The roundness in their plump form
Sculpted cleft parting bosoms like melons
Of the train ladies womanly outline
Tis then I notice she's slowed now
Turning about in a wheel as she stops
I stop and look up and then I see her
Smilingly saying, "You just made my day!"
Blushing and sputtering I can't look away
Those gold eyes with that great big wry smile
Pulls her coat round her with a flourish
Eyes blossoming and warm and kind
"Thank you!” says I, with a twinkle
"Though I'm stooped and aged as dust
I still bear the flame and say it - no shame
You've a form of exceptional praise."
Nodding her head as she tosses back her hair
She turns slowly showing me her silhouette
Eyes drawn to eyes she turns and strides off
That lovely lady who's late for her train | |
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| late for her train
Posted: 10/30/2006 10:58:10 PM | Sacred Sex begins…
With absolute respect
Between man and woman
I expect
That’s the only way
One can..
begin, Sacred Sex
Honesty, to the breaking point of heart.
Tangibly Tantalizing with pure intent.
Knowing your part,
When to lead, when to follow. What’s meant,
By the silences, the pauses
The steam.
Sacred Sex causes
Us to feel our Dream
And lets us breath in our muse
For as long..
And as hard…
As we choose. | |
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| late for her train
Posted: 10/30/2006 11:32:50 PM | aroma on the pillow slip
fills the heart with lust
memories returning again
of the final thrust
the body was delightful
it screamed pure carnal delight
all of that evening,then the week that lay before.
then poor john thomas became ill
he blamed it on the trush,his demeanour totally changed
as he was no longer in a rush
the looks and words poured forth were sad
they knew theyd had too much
as to little thought of interests similar
there were none as such
so goodbye my dear she said as she walked out of the door
of this intriguing piece of tail he knew he would have no more | |
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| Shall We Dance?
Posted: 10/30/2006 11:49:08 PM | I love yourr poem ! It is simple and sweet. A tasty treat!
I love yourr words! Taking flight like birds! I love your words! | |
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| late for her train
Posted: 10/30/2006 11:52:27 PM | First I like the fact that you have spoken about the sacredness of sex.That is very important I think . It is important to remember the intrinsic sacredness of holy sexxx.It is deep and moving.You are a natural writer.Your words flow fluidly.NICE!!! | |
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| late for her train
Posted: 10/30/2006 11:55:24 PM | oh it started out so good! Than I got the guiltiest feeling when I got to the middle!( I walked out on my favorite lover-two times in a row! oh no!)Oh it started out so good! Now I want to hide my head in my hood! he he he | |
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