A smile on your face, I could not have missed A soul of purest grace, Eyes of amethyst Desire epervesent, Longing ordained Lust not meant ,To simply be contained Oh to draw you to me, Awaken your desire Your energy running through me, Fanning our fire Flesh soft and white, Yielding to practiced hands Echoes in the night, Like ripples in the sand My tender lips exploring, Soft nibbles at your breast Across your form adoring, Along a passion quest At the rose of yearning, I taste the goddess heart You reap the years of learning, I am eager to impart As your skin becomes alive, And stars fall from the sky All the greater do I strive, And shudder at your cry Then upward slowly sliding, Made easy from the sweat Through heaven I am gliding, To where we first had met Vision blurred from the heat, Yet an instant I do wait A teasing as a treat, To what we anticipate Starting out so slowly, opening petals wide like entering ground holy, I force my way inside A few inches at a time, Full passion we invoke Your thrust meet mine, Deeper with every stroke Soon to become lost ,In the hunger of the feast Ignoring any cost, We surrender to the beast
wow, that was hot. though you should change it from force my way inside you.....some how... well thats what feels right to me..
Thanks Marie, sure was glad i was wearing loose pants when i wrote it wouldnt ryme then, but that is just one of many lines i didn't realy like. it was realy just a reaction to a pic i saw of one of the members, once in awhile just something about someone realy turns me on, usualy the eyes have alot to do with it
eyes say alot....some are piercing, some are seeking, some are intense, some are chaos, some are love, some are seductive, and some are so sad.....among many other of things.... you could say you invite me inside.... or you invite my way inside... or you call and i come inside... i dont know...beats the hell out of me...i aint no poet then it rythms and sounds consensual
Such passion, unedited enthusiasm, as long as its consensual. A three-year minimum psychic link is formed from these sacred encounters, meet as you would be met.
A three-year minimum psychic link is formed from these sacred encounters, meet as you would be met. what does that mean? we have that person with us psychically for at least three years? well then hmmmm....does it count if we were drunk and forget....how can you be linked to that which you do not recall
Its an emotional/astral link, we feel these beloved ones, they are with us still. Honor others, no regrets. Firm foundation of love and passionate newness, reborn from control into acceptance as an equal and very happy about it. ~* the poem was well worded and powerful, with a sensual flow of exploration. Great job, keep them coming.
thinks about the last three years......ok, only have a couple i am linked to....no wonder i am so screwed in the head.....get'em out
It takes a technique for spinning psychic entities out of your field. As you release, all which is not newness is shed, like a snake molting.
Some essences remain indefinitely entwined, regardless of technique. Lifetimes and lifetimes of missed opportunities may accrue before the proper conditions are met for transcension. Such is the joy of observing the wave; such is the sorrow of the attached.
Here is a link about psychic bonds. http://www.ramcconnell.com/psibonds.htm Your poem was sensual: adj 1: of the appetites and passions of the body; "animal instincts"; "carnal knowledge"; "fleshly desire"; "a sensual delight in eating"; "music is the only sensual pleasure without vice" [syn: animal(a), carnal, fleshly] 2: sexually exciting or gratifying; "sensual excesses"; "a sultry look"; "a sultry dance" [syn: sultry] Consensual is two sensualities harmonizing.
concensual? funny how a poem so dedicated to giving pleasure and mutual passion can get lost in the focususing of single phrase, a single word even. but i have been missjudged this way many times in my lfe, as i am sure many of us have, it is a price of not masking onself i sapose. and i am not to sure about that three year thing, the conection of the moment is certainly pronounced however
eh, dont get mad......i didnt think it didnt sound consensual...just the one line....everything else does sound that way....has a definate feel of a mutual agreement personally, i would melt into such passions and earnings.... i dont quite buy the three year thing either...but i dont know that i believe alot of things like that...perhaps its my own ignorance and i miss out on certain truths....but it just seems like stretching to me.. do you need me to punch ya in the nose?
Liked this one a lot… I usually find most erotic poetry kinda of shallow or cliché; but this didn’t have that; the emotional strength was wonderful. And I think I can buy the three year thing in a semi-relative way… perhaps that level of attachment would wax and wane to what’s going on in our lives: a phoenix-bond that disappears to be reborn.
