| Lost Lust
Posted: 4/21/2006 10:10:54 PM | Sweet… sweet sorrow
Lust won and lost
The scent of you annihilating my senses
Your skin beneath my soft fingertips; teasing the hair on your chest
The warmth of your hot moist breath against my neck; the tip of your tongue
Your sweat dripping; skin lightly sticking on me
The sweet song of your deep moans softly caressing in my ear
Your gentle thrust toward my quivering body
My hand cupping and gentling stroking
How I miss the sweet… sweet sounds | |
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| Lost Lust
Posted: 4/24/2006 8:00:54 PM | Photographic Memories
Strike a pose for me; face the mirror and look at me
There... hold it... hold it
(I blink)
Now release
Strike a pose for me; in front of me on your knees
There... hold it... hold it
(I blink)
Now release
Strike a pose for me; back on your heels
There... hold it... hold it
(I blink)
Now release
Strike a pose for me; lift my leg
There... hold it... hold it
(I blink)
Now the other...
Strike a pose for me; that's right
There... Look at me... hold it
(I blink)
Now more
Strike a pose for me; kiss the back of my knee
There... hold it... hold it
(I blink)
Now the other
Strike a pose for me; kiss the back of my knee
There... hold it... hold it
(I blink)
Now the middle
Strike a pose for you, back arched
Your hot mouth
(I blink)
Strike a pose for you, slowly rocking
Your tongue
(I blink)
Your knowing eyes
(I blink)
Your warm rough hands
(I blink)
(shudder) (shudder) (shudder)
(blink) (blink) (blink) | |
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| Lost Lust
Posted: 4/24/2006 11:11:28 PM | | Very good poems, Thank you for sharing them | |
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| Words of Wisdom
Posted: 4/25/2006 8:44:23 AM |
You know, I don't have any more answers than you have
I waited until the end to tell you that
I'm as scared as you are
just going through the motions in Life,
seemingly not getting anywhere.
All I know is that time really is a wheel
in constant motion,
forever rolling along
What do you want in your Life?
Will you have regrets?
Do you want to look back on your years,
wondering where they have gone?
Don't be afraid to take risks
Believe me at some point you will,
but without risk you will not move forward with time
Rather you will end up watching it pass you by
Remember always that you have to carpe the diem...
Seize the day!
Cherish all that Life has to offer you.
That is what I Hope for you, as you Live and as you Love. | |
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| I Hope...
Posted: 4/25/2006 9:49:32 AM | I hope you dance…
Slowly
I hope you dream…
Vividly
I hope you believe…
Endlessly
I hope you love…
Unconditionally
I hope you wonder…
Faithfully
I hope you laugh…
Loudly
I hope you imagine…
Freely
I hope you dance… dance… dance… | |
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| I Hope...
Posted: 4/25/2006 11:19:38 AM | Hope no more,
The cause a bore,
Whilst seated on a barren shore.
We prance and dance,
Til early Dawn,
Baby cries, the shore is gone
I'm summoned from my vivid dream,
To find my bed, stained with cream
Reality.... breaks the seam.
(' ') | |
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| These Eyes
Posted: 4/25/2006 12:07:12 PM | Our eyes met and sparks flew
You saw it; I saw it and we laughed
We parried words, matching wits
Our eyes met yet again and the flame grew
You shared your life; I listened and we laughed
We drank, danced and somehow fit
Our eyes…yours brown, mine blue
Caressed, laughed and we blew it | |
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| Shall We Dance?
Posted: 4/25/2006 1:09:54 PM | Your charm, wit and smile
Attracted me like a moth to light
This is why we danced for a while
Your strong warmth and presence
Soothed my rough edges, taking away the bite
This is why we danced for a while
Your endless need to see my pleasure
Allowed me to be in your adoring spotlight
This is why we danced just for a little while | |
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| Shall We Dance?
Posted: 4/25/2006 1:12:43 PM | 5342
Sharing Whispers
25 April 2006
Was there a moment of time
to capture a heart in embrace
This taking of her hand to dance
as if heaven was in one room
such to this celestial being
Shall we dance in each others arms
this place of harmony to a Ross land
An unknown feeling to ponder
Shall we dance and never let go
When maybe truth was in a poets dreams
and fiction was unto friction to ignite
Flames to matches of a fantasy world
only God could create on high
This Canaan, as if an Antarctica of South
the northern lights of the Yukon calling
Oh to a prayer, oh to hope, oh to love
Shall we dance and know of a whisper to share
New Zealand sovereignty over the Ross Dependency, Antarctica, over 3000 kilometres south
of New Zealand, was established in 1923. The New Zealand Antarctic territory, therefore,
comprises the Ross Ice Shelf, the Balleny Islands, Scott Island and adjacent islands and the
landmass within these longitudes to the point of their convergence at the South Pole.
The Ross Dependency is constitutionally part of New Zealand,
meaning anyone born there is a New Zealand citizen.
Named from British Explorer, naval officer, (Sir) James Clark Ross, who lead an expedition to
Antarctica in 1841, in finding a path through to ice of the Ross Sea, in discovering the
Ross Ice Shelf. The British government took possession of the territory in 1923 and entrusted
it to the administration of New Zealand. Neither the Russian Federation nor the
United States of America recognizes this claim. With the establishment of the scientific bases
of Scott Base (New Zealand) and McMurdo Station (USA) stationed in this region of Antarctica.
Yukon is in the Northwest Territories of Canada.
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
a poet who cares | |
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| You
Posted: 4/25/2006 6:45:00 PM | Your hard body is imprinted on my bed
I lay in the groove
The scent of you lingers on my pillow
I bury my face deep
The soft blanket you used lays on me
I caress with my palm
Memories of you invade my thoughts and dreams | |
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| You
Posted: 4/25/2006 8:07:15 PM | @ Poetwhocares
"Yukon is in the Northwest Territories of Canada."
Nope...the Yukon is the Yukon Territory, which is west of the Northwest Territory. I've actually lived there for many years before moving to Saskabush. Us ex-Yukoners are very -uh- territorial about our territory.
Sorry for intruding, but it made my anus pucker. | |
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| You
Posted: 4/25/2006 8:29:21 PM | And to Sweetr...lovely passionate place you built here. Terribly sorry to sully it with my snipings. I wish I had a suitably passionate poem to post here, but I only get passionate about food, soccer (footie!) and beer. Those kind of poems don't fit in here.
Fine thread...keep up the passion, eh? | |
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| You
Posted: 4/25/2006 9:22:48 PM | Then there is nothing wrong with making a correction to an error GoatSmell - thanks
so since I came here I better leave something
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Maiden Knight
27 December 2005
To hold her in bodies entangled
his sweat of flavour upon each breast
Of a whispering embrace endured
to a readiness to remember
Cast upon an abyss of pleasantries
escaping the void of passionless desire
Two hearts beating in rapid motion
as to a river in swift array
Eyes drifting to places never seen
while dreams were heaven to bliss
Tongues engulfing another
kisses less gentle to erotic being
Sheets embedded upon slithers of melting ice
this man and woman coupled in excitement
Her eyes succulent to drink his dew
moist upon sparkles of glittering hope
“Therefore shall a man leave his father and his mother, and shall
cleave unto his wife: and they shall be one flesh. And they were
both naked, the man and his wife, and were not ashamed.”
Genesis 2: 24-25 KJV
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
a poet who cares
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| Wet Kiss
Posted: 4/26/2006 5:36:16 AM | Legs up the wall
Your eyes watch
Water splashing
Your voice soothes
Jets blowing
Your eyes watch
Body pulsating
Your hands caress
Body quivers
Your hands hold
Pleasure
Pant
Building
Moan
Thrashing
Release
Water splashing
Jets blowing
Body pulsating
Eyes drift open
Your face
Your eyes
Your lips
A Wet Kiss | |
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| Wet Kiss
Posted: 4/26/2006 6:20:35 AM | 4865
Incarnated Victory
08 January 2006
Love in waves of
compassion exposed
Bodies meshed in destination
of impiety radiating forward
With no care but to one another
in spirits related of accord
Coupled together in ways
of incarnation transposed
As passion erased any unwanted need
to salience ready to hold each other near
Their lips brought in unison of breath to share
across a slivery larva of intrepid lusting greed
This woman and man embraced in being
such memories of fire burning deep
Void in care about beaconing of sleep
for the fulfilment was from
sweltering sweat fleeing
Leaving embers of desire
she guided the way to her heart
The path of mercy toward depart
where her soul was victory on fire
“Wherein ye greatly rejoice, though now for a season, if need be,
ye are in heaviness through manifold temptations:”
1 Peter 1: 6 KJV
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
a poet who cares | |
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| Not Our Time
Posted: 4/26/2006 7:52:36 AM | Where were you then?
Now that I’ve found you
I cannot have you.
Regret
Why didn’t you ask sooner?
I would have stayed longer.
Regret
There was more to do
more to say…
Regret
Bits and pieces
Here and there
Why did I miss it?
It must not have been our time. | |
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| Food Lovers
Posted: 4/26/2006 1:30:29 PM | ^^^Here’s to Goat Smell, the man who loves food & beer, and thought it didn't fit here…^^^
You order this
I’ll order that
And then we’ll share
Your fork slips between your lips
My tines glide through mine
And then we lick our lips
Your glass is full with a lot of head
Mine sweats drops leaving a ring on the table
And we both drink
My fork slips between your lips
Your tines glide through mine
And then we… | |
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| Intertwined
Posted: 4/26/2006 7:33:52 PM | Also added to (a poet who cares) thread...
Intertwined
Two souls intertwined
Undulating in the haze of love
Chests pressed
Bodies locked
A kaleidoscope of passion
Hands massaging
Two souls gasping
Fingers caressing
Swaying in slow motion
Mouths Locked
Their aura glowing
Two souls intertwined | |
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| Intertwined
Posted: 4/26/2006 7:41:56 PM | I just wanted to say that I enjoyed reading your beautiful and et very erotic poetry, anyway, a lot of it is, and I write poetry also, not quite like that but you are very talented. Keep it up, and I will be loking for more, BRAVO !!!!     | |
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| Intertwined
Posted: 4/26/2006 8:04:45 PM | I don't write much of this stuff, but I get tempted at times
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Ecstasy of Two
05 January 2006
Massage my back
rub my feet
Hold my heart
and on you repeat
Those hands gentle to touch
you body soft to shoulder rub
This kind of thing done
in gentile and that of love
Two bodies naked to breathe
wrestling in souls unified
dripping with sweat
Being with you
in that of desire
Your beauty
another of
taste eat
Massage my back
rub my feet
Hold my heart
and on you I will
in kindness repeat
“For Adam was first formed, then Eve. And Adam was not deceived,
but the woman being deceived was in the transgression.
Notwithstanding she shall be saved in childbearing, if they
continue in faith and charity and holiness with sobriety.”
1 Timothy 2:13-15 KJV
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Louisiana Dawn
26 February 2006
Louisiana blues in West Monroe
that sound of a beating heart
As to wild angels watching
over you in the flight of the sun
This path of understanding
from Shreveport to Vicksburg
Clear across Texas to Mississippi born
a new light - a lamp - a valentine dawn
Each summer in east of Lincoln - nestled
in the heart of Northeast Louisiana
Ouachita Parish of in numbers of account
toward nationalities mixed in race
Was this heaven or hell
along the Twenty to pass
A world of reading from the Monroe News-Star
this state in the process of rebuilding
from ‘Katrina’s’ mouth
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
a poet who cares | |
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| What does a sweet Roxy rock
Posted: 4/26/2006 9:07:13 PM | 5351
Waves of Discovery
27 April 2006
What does a sweet Roxy rock
or was that a stone to roll
An outcome beholden to ecstasy
as if the universe was a solo ride
Around in circles, holding hands
together in ways, connected as one
This warmth of weather, far in great
a hot slithering of bodies, revived
Top and bottom
in other ways around
A blanket placed
permanently upon the ground
For where there was life
came the centre of love
That taste tantalized
in ways of discovery
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
a poet who cares | |
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| What Does Sweet Roxy Rock...
Posted: 4/27/2006 1:03:09 PM | Sweet Roxy Rocks back and forth
Hiding behind a mask of contentment
Living in a beige monotonous world
All the while roaring inside
Sweet smiles cannot reach blazing eyes
Mask of contentment begins to peel away
Splashes of color seep through beige
All the while roaring inside
Desire to crawl out of skin ever growing
Contentment no longer exists as passion erupts
Monotonous beige turns to electrifying gold
All the while Sweet Roxy Rocks back and forth
Roaring, Roaring, Roaring, Roaring | |
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| To compose something general if not rare any more
Posted: 4/27/2006 1:40:21 PM | this one in truth was for Marie Osmond in thought, but something inside tells me to post it here
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“Love for Marie”
02 April 2004
To compose something general
to compose something rare
In faith - hope and charity
praying as if God was there
From the back to front
much like darkness to dawn
Should it be another day
of rose against corn
Harvested as maze
like it was a mind did think
Totally in sobriety
void of any alcoholic drink
Did tomorrow
make Sunday next
Or was a conversion in font
to another element in bold text
“Rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth; Beareth all
things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.
Charity never faileth: but whether there be prophecies, they shall
fail; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be
knowledge, it shall vanish away. And now abideth faith, hope,
charity, these three; but greatest of these is charity [a pure love].”
1 Corinthians 13: 6-8, 13 KJV
[words in brackets added]
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
a poet who cares | |
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| Memories
Posted: 4/27/2006 7:39:24 PM | Black rose etched deep in back
Twice inked a dark reminder
Of pain and sorrow
Fingertips do trace
Quiet memories
Fine scrolled tentacles reach for light
No longer to be found
Ink plump raised skin
Never will erase
Forever there | |
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| Tarnished Beauty
Posted: 4/27/2006 7:50:51 PM | 5282
Tarnished Beauty
10 April 2006
Beauty was your eyes
your sun, your heart
Never let it say
it was another
These ways of attachment
those parts added extra
Void to pierce unfrequented
away from required addition
To tarnish her being
by way permanent
Did she know
where love is
Unable to go back
only one road forward
In desire of herself
seeing beauty through her eyes
“And again another scripture saith,
They shall look on him whom they pierced.”
John 19: 37 KJV
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
a poet who cares | |
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