Friday, September 25, 2009

Spirit....... Rhymes Poem

High on a bridge she sits and waits

And while she waits, she anticipates

Waiting for him to turn from a sprit to mortal flesh

So they can put a love hotter then the sun, to the test

Like the howl of the wolf is carried by the wind

Her soul travels through his vines, where their love will blend

So every time the sun rises and shines

She'll always be there, putting her love on his mind

Never again in her heart will she feel sadness

While living in this world of unhappiness and madness

Once their lost souls intertwine

Their love for each other, will flow in their vines forever, like fine french wine

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Soul Searching ........ Prose poem .....

Am I the victim or the perpetrator?
Do I wish for too much?
Or, do I accept too little?
Do I compare myself to the bright morning sun?
Or, am I really the evil one, that lurks in the dark?
Is wanting what one will not, or can't give, a good reason to leave?
Or should I stay, and live a life that drags one into more of life misery?
Want it, or not, that's the real question

This poem was written a long time ago, put it reflects the inner me...

Friday, September 11, 2009

Transcend Sunset ...

Looking through the front screen door, watching the sun as it settles with a glowing, red haze, a color that tells me that the summer days are now numbered
My mind slips into its hush mold, as my eyes transfix on the slow, descent of the sun
My ears tune into the sound of the peaceful hush, that surrounds me
My heart beats slowly to a crawl, matching the calm that surrounds me
A tingle on my cheek momentary interrupts the space I have chosen, but its warmth, puts my mind back at peace, as this touch lingers
A touch of a warm kiss, from her tender loving lips has been bestowed upon me
My eyes close, as the kiss touching warmth, be-still my heart
Now, I feel the touch of her soft cheek next to mine, which seems to make my mind flow as slow as the setting sun
A warm glow seeps through my shirt where she has laid her hand on my side
The warmth of her touch seeps slowly through my skin,
and transfers through my veins, which travels up to my heart,
were the warmth of her touch surrounds it
Seemly in a time warp cadence, our heads slowly turn, our lips slowly, tenderly, and softly meet
An instant rush of warm electricity runs up to my mind,
tingling every nerve ending to the point that all I can think of is her
The heat of her kiss burns all other images out of my mind, except the image of her inner beauty, the warmth of her touch, the warmth of her being, the warmth of her essence
As our lips keep their embrace, the fieriness of her endeared kiss travels down my spine, leaving a steaming trail down the middle of my back
After a slow lingering turn, like a heat seeking missile her kiss searing touch, shoots towards my heart, penetrating its outer layers, exploding inside and completely filling it with her loving warmth
For an instant, my heart skips a beat, then gallops like a thoroughbred, pumping the warmth of the fiery touch of her lips, throughout my entire body
Not stopping until her undeniable warmth has touched everything in its path, warming me from the inside out, until my whole body glows with the warmth, of her adoring essence
Our kiss transcends...
Seemingly still in slow motion, our warm bodies touch softly; as we watch the sun slowly set, turning the sky into a tranquil hush

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Oral Delight (None Erotic)

The sound of her voice softly echoes in the room
The soft feel of its tone when she says I love you
The soothing feel of, I'm so sorry as it past her lips...
He quiet laugh means, it brought her joy
Her loud laugh means, I’m acting a fool
Her tones of resentment
Her tones of understanding
Her many tones of love and intimacy...
She has a sigh for relief
A sigh of anger
A sigh for, I'm confused
A sign for, you better not
A sigh for disappointment
A sigh for, you’re silly
A sigh for, I don't know what to say, but I'm here for you
Her voice has a certain tone she only uses it when she really truly miss me, and only me
Last, but not least, a tone I'll never get enough of, the silent tone of, "You really touched my heart"…
She is, My Oral Delight