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December 3, 2008 at 5:29 am · Filed under 13 Most Popular, Poetry, love, sex and tagged: awakening, connection, divine, kiss, love, oneness, sex, Shiva, souls, stroke, touch
Sex with you was a majestic awakening,
and we were like two shipwrecked souls
clinging to each other like life preservers
while rolling on the waves of mother ocean,
except that you were mother ocean.
The edge of you and the bed blurred,
and it was as if I were fucking the whole world around me.
Oh, that feeling of oneness and connection with the divine
was timeless and magical.
With a touch,
you awakened me,
Shiva,
and with every kiss,
every stroke,
every beat of our hearts,
every ounce of pressed passion,
we willed worlds into existence
and willed them out again.
And it was so easy to bring life to this world
and to destroy it with little more than
intention and focused thought.
When you channeled her,
I knew.
I knew all.
And I knew that knowing would damn me,
would spoil me for others,
at least until I found a woman who could let go of herself
in the throes of passion
and cling to me like a life preserver.
November 28, 2008 at 5:30 am · Filed under 13 Most Popular, Poetry, love, sex and tagged: ache, bondage, devil, ear, honey, love, lust, sex, shiver, warmth, whispers
When I think about you
pushing me down
and grinning
like the devil,
When I recall your fingertips
on my side
and the way
they made me shiver,
When I remember
the warmth
of your whispers
in my ear,
And when I ache
from lust
or love
or both,
I know I have found something worth holding onto.
Something worth strapping down,
drizzling with honey,
and holding onto.
November 25, 2008 at 1:53 am · Filed under Poetry, Ramblings, love, sex and tagged: burden, busy, drunk, fire, flames, lonely, love, not so hot, PC, sex, stress, tequila, thirsty, very busy, Windows 98, wood stove, YouTube
I feel
like a PC
running Windows 98 with 124 megs of RAM
after someone has clicked on
too many videos
on YouTube.
I can see what I have to do—
finish all these projects—
but working on them all at the same time,
none of them will be finished well,
or soon enough
for your viewing pleasure.
I feel
like a wood stove
that’s been overloaded with
green wood
and there’s so little air circulation
that the flames struggle
to keep the fire burning.
There is so little time
for what inspires me.
And less time
to dream of love
and sex.
I feel
like a drunk
after an all-night bender,
a thirsty drunk,
very thirsty drunk,
who has nothing left but booze,
and who is grateful that
there’s a case of Coor’s light
in the cellar way
so he won’t
have to drink
Tequila.
I feel
like a table
overloaded
with old books
and magazines
that will never be read
which might not collapse
under the weight,
but which might just
sag in the middle
years after
retirement.
Yet,
I’m grateful
that I’m so busy,
so very,
very busy.
If I weren’t,
I might be
lonely,
so very,
very lonely,
and that wouldn’t feel
so hot.
November 16, 2008 at 4:14 am · Filed under Poetry, love, sex and tagged: beauty, dance, desire, entwine, innocence, oneness, sex, shocking, stunning, truth, unity, young
You are, in your beauty, smooth and sleek, young and fresh. An innocence glows out from your visage. Yet, a knowing innocence as if you can see what is in my soul. All ways to my soul are straight and true. I will dance with you , should you wish, but let me know when you are ready to entwine all you are, oneness, with mine. We will then be a unity divided when apart, but whole when together.
This beauty is shocking and stunning when considered from afar, but warm and natural when realized. Be with me and I will be with you. You are too young and too innocent. You know this and you’re looking for someone to fix something neither broken, nor reparable. Take a deep breath and bide your time. Peace will come at once and in dribs or drabs. Though seeming paradoxical, this is not. When it appears, you will understand. And you will join me, though we are separated by miles.
November 16, 2008 at 1:58 am · Filed under Philosophy, Poetry, love, sex and tagged: art, beach, beat, beauty, blood, body, cool, dawn, dusk, earth, flowers, grace, hair, hands, heart, heat, joy, laughter, light, love, might, moon, musk, passion, power, salt, sands, sex, softness, strength, sun, sweet, tenderness, truth, water, wildness, will, wisdom, you, youth
When I hear you,
I hear joy, tenderness, laughter, and light,
strength, passion, will, and might.
When I see you,
I see life, beauty, wildness, and truth,
the sun, the moon, wisdom, and youth.
When I smell you,
I smell flowers, musk, your hair, your hands,
dawn and dusk, the beach, the sands.
When I touch you,
I feel your softness, your power, your grace, your art,
the blood coursing through you, the beat of your heart.
When I taste you,
I taste earth, water, cool, and sweet,
body, blood, salt, and heat.
When I know you,
I will know everything worth knowing.
November 10, 2008 at 10:36 pm · Filed under 13 Most Popular, Poetry, love, sex and tagged: beauty, bodies, envy, gift, lust, music, perfect pitch, perfection, sex, souls, talent, tangle, voices, youth
You are youth and beauty, raw perfection. Have you stumbled into it? You are not anything but that perfect pitch, and I envy you. Do you work at it?
Do I want to be with you in the hope that your talent will sink into me? To rob you of your gift? No, of that I am sure. I want to be with you. We could make beautiful music together, literally and figuratively. Let’s tangle our bodies and souls and voices in beautiful melody.
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