Collapses

I pull the curtains back
as I need
the moon's light
to see her
writhe in the beautiful ecstasy
of me tasting her
until my hungered intentions
forces her to scream
ever so slightly like a moan that has yet reach its destiny

As she grasps the sheets
tighter
and tighter
I explore
the essence of her womanhood
deeper
and deeper
both of us wanting
her body
to feel the satisfaction of her soul's ache

Soon
her deep
labored breaths
fill the room with a guttural sound
that only pleasure can define
as wave
after wave
gushes from her femininity's river
until passion's grip releases one last sound
and she collapses

Morning Surprise

As the morning sun
begins its ascent
and the journey of the night's story
slowly melts into the light's abyss
I stretch
as if I'm reaching for that sliver of light
that seems to have dedicated itself to the becoming a part of the room's decor

A slight ache
welcomes each move I make
as if age
has unknowingly crept up on me
it starts with the shoulder shrug
then the neck roll
followed by the arching of my back
until finally
my legs are motivated to dance across the floor
to the bathroom

Yep,
the day has started
except
she's still asleep
so my movements become stealth like
so as to not awaken her
gently, I open the door,
yawn,
and then close it
as quietly as if I never opened it in the first place

What to do now . . . ah
coffee
along with breakfast in bed
bet that'll surprise her
and like a busy bee I'm off to scrambling eggs
frying bacon
along with slicing some fruit
and making toast until voila, breakfast
time to wake her but to my surprise
there she was smiling
waiting
for me to finish my happy dance
“"Good morning chef"
"Good morning baby"

The Atlantic Cruise


Silence
stretched across the sunset drenched ocean
as our eyes devoured
each slow passing minute
as if it were
life's forever elixir

And as slow the minutes passing softly away
I reached for her hand
wondering
if she could read my mind
if she knew
that I thought she was as beautiful as the world was
right now

As our hands
found each other's waiting touch
I smiled
as I couldn't believe
she was here
next to me
sailing across the
peaceful and romantically beautiful Atlantic Ocean
there was no rush to life
no demands on our time
just the two of us
and love's serenity

Nice poems

All is well just busy busy busy with work.

Dreary Cold

I close my eyes
and dance
under the rain's dreary cold
wanting to drown
in each drop
that falls
like tears from a distant heaven

It hurts
my God
it hurts so much
as they fall
it feels
like a stinging reminder
of a time long ago
I hate yesterday
because that's where our memories reside
I hate today
because I miss you so much
and I hate tomorrow
because you won't be there
to wake up next to me
my God this hurts so much
I want
to see you
again
I want
to hold you
again
I want
to not feel this hurt
anymore

I hate
that I have time
to miss you
I hate
having to wait for the darkness
of an overcast
to dance as if I'm alive

Deep . . . amazingly deep. Damn I like this poem!!

Nope not gay but this has to be the best response imaginable. I'm going to seduce my girlfriend tonight with hopes of our evening being like my poem.

No I've published anything but honestly it's amazing to even think my work is good enough. I simply write because I enjoy it.

Body Language

Although
midnight's sensuality
has left our words unspoken
my soul
can recite
every rhythm
moan
and whisper
your body wants to scream

Teasingly slow
you reveal
the essence of your beauty
as I shiver
with excitement
wanting to explore every part of your nakedness
until the passionate flow
of your femininity's perfect river
begins to ebb and flow
as if the flood gates of love
has opened
and the emotional tide can no longer be restrained

I want to drown
in the eternity
of this one night
the soft kisses of your breath
against my flesh
the touch of your hands
defining each breath
I take
the star glistened sweat of our bodies conversation
as desires
takes us on a journey
never before experienced

This is simply beautiful

Unquenched Thirst

Can you
feel
the ache
that burns beautifully painted dreams
into my thoughts
so that I am never without your presence

Can you
feel
what this pain is doing to me
how it's twisting me so
that each moment
with
or with only my thoughts of
you
makes me lose
every breath
and ounce of strength
I have
to where it seems as if I'm melting

Can you
feel
my unquenched thirst
of wanting you
more
and more
the delicious
soul manipulating hunger
of the desire
deep within me
to be
with you
to be
a part of you
for the forever of my life time
and throughout
heaven's eternity

Thank you mzrosie

Definition of . . .

Permanence
the state of everlasting
unchanging
indefinite
never ending
perpetual in its existence
indestructible
like
our love

Throwing Punches

Cloaked
in the madness that authors my soliloquy
I sway
in drunken anger
throwing punches at the emptiness
you left me in
yes
this is your fault

I'm mad
that you're gone
and it's ********
that you’re gone
because I yearn the burn of the liquor
that eases our arguments
you don't understand
I'm not
an alcoholic
I’m not the drunk
you make me out to be

I laugh
at the perception that I'm an addict
I can quit
if you stop wanting to fight
and it's YOU
that's throwing our life away
you're destroying our family
I worked so hard to make
LEAVE!
I don't care . . . I'll just keep throwing punches
at the emptiness

Home Is Where . . .

As I closed the door
the sound of its click opened our memories
leaving me to stand in silence
thinking
feeling
the moments when we were
more than the words
that led you to the very door
I can't seem to let go of
the one that led you to the path
from my life

I know it's not possible
but it's almost as if
I can feel a draft as cold
as the emptiness of not having you here
so I imagine
the warmth of never arguing with you
never saying the things
I knew would hurt you

And as I stand here
hand still on the door because I am afraid
of letting it go
I wonder
without hope
if I will hear the knock my heart is begging for
if time
and love
if it ever
really
had a place in our hearts
will allow you to discover a reason
that will lead you back to where you belong
to where your heart is

Simply beautiful . . . and I haven't had a chance to do anything in the class as my business took over another agency. So we tripled our client base and let me tell you, it's been sooooo busy

I thought about making this more about hope but in the end, sometimes we do cry. And sometimes crying heals. But thank you.

Thank you for the compliments . . . now I have a big head.

Thank you everyone . . . I try. Hey 2kids and Ainjel, glad to see you still enjoy my work.