Monthly Archives: February 2015

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You Touched Me

You touched me

And I will never be the same

You touched me

And a spark became a flame

You touched me

And the stars have left the skies

You touched me

They have landed in your eyes

You touched me

And I trembled at your touch

You touched me

I will never have too much

You touched me

Lips are heavy with desire

You touched me

Come my love and stoke this fire.

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Touch and Taste

I place my hand upon your face

My lips await your taste

With promises that I now give

While deep in your embrace.

And searing heat now calls to you

Within my dark desire

To touch the core that burns within

Igniting now this fire,

Entrusting now this willing slave

To each and every touch

From hands that burn with wanting

And your lips demanding much.

Thus do I now commit myself

This cannot be a sin

With every single breath I take

As you plunge deep within!

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The Throes of the Universe

The throes of the universe

Toss and turn

They thrash me around

Until I burn

The torments they send

Enflame my soul

Torquing my mind

Beyond control

They whip and they scourge

Til I am raw

With nowhere to turn

Within  its maw

My brain’s all askew

Not in one piece.

There’s no way I can

Get sweet release.

I shatter and shriek

A bloodless cry

When all that I ask

Is: Let me die.

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Why?

Why does my heart hurt so?

You are not here, my love.

I see the world with eyes

Full of tears and longing

And wishful words

That will  never be

Heard again from you

Nor spoken by me.

I wake in the darkness

And you are not there

And my heart sighs

And breaks again

Each and

Every night.

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Web of Desire

Can you feel the beating of this heart

Every time you come into view

Your eyes smile that sexy smile

And your lips beckon me

No word need be said

And you know it

I am caught

In your

Web.

And

I do

Not want to

Try to escape

The lure you possess

As you now reel me in

Closer and ever closer

Each strand caressing softly

In your alluring web of desire.

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Heart in Hand

Thou art my Lord,

The Master of my Soul

I stand before thee

With my Heart in hand

And willingly wouldst

Give this Heart to Thee

As token of the Love that lies within.

I asketh not  for pledging in return

Nor promises that never will be made,

But that this Heart be kept in high regard

By thee, and never hurt when being held.

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The Shooting Gun

Why are words taken out of context

When they’re meant to comfort one?

When you’re trying to be helpful?

Can they ever be undone?

Why do people seem to want to

Rip apart those words you said.

Throw them back in little pieces

Make you wish  that you were dead?

Can you tell me why they’d do that?

Take those friendly little words

Turn them into something deadly

Isn’t that a bit  absurd?

Always pause before you answer–

To unload that shooting gun

Think before you fire those bullets

And those words will be undone.

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The Cavern

In the caverns of my mind

There is a hidden force

Which sometime tries to find a way

To alter my life’s course.

Hidden venues come to view

Within this darkened place–

Sending tendrils spewing forth

To see what they must face.

Opposition–there is none

These tendrils now take hold

Changing courses–once begun

New thinking to enfold.