Breaking up
Such cutting words of love that's lost
encased my heart in a piercing frost
Broken in a lifeless way
Oh I dwell on waisted days
If one can love and show such warmth
what changed this to a love that's torn ?
We Joined in quests of passing pleasure
but this you split with your sole endeavour
Breathless from the tears of shock
the mind does race it runs a mock
Friends so close will help me cope
time will heal and give me hope.
Tuesday, 7 December 2010
Friday, 26 November 2010
Poem of the Week
The love touch
You are my truth and you are my light
so burn my lies with your passion
and save me from the dark
I lust for your closeness
and pleasure you will bring
If you were a wasp I would gladly
take your sting.
Let all your doors open, draw me in so slow
like a furness with a purpose
you will be my endless glow.
When tears of joy fall down your cheeks
and fall to reach the floor
our love will be forever
so deep within our core
As we prevail as two in one
surviving each passing day
our bond will be unbroken
so strong in every way
So take me to your dreamland
where lovers do but play
Lets game in endless pleasure
until our dying days
You are my truth and you are my light
so burn my lies with your passion
and save me from the dark
I lust for your closeness
and pleasure you will bring
If you were a wasp I would gladly
take your sting.
Let all your doors open, draw me in so slow
like a furness with a purpose
you will be my endless glow.
When tears of joy fall down your cheeks
and fall to reach the floor
our love will be forever
so deep within our core
As we prevail as two in one
surviving each passing day
our bond will be unbroken
so strong in every way
So take me to your dreamland
where lovers do but play
Lets game in endless pleasure
until our dying days
Saturday, 6 November 2010
Poem of the Week
REQUEST FOR PLEASURE
Will it really be that good ?
Will you meet my needs ?, you should.
Will your loins be sweet and deep ?
Will you strain down pleasure street ?
Oh I hope you take me quick
take me slowly wet my wick
I smack your arse
and gag you so
with my thrusting
man of woe.
Scratch the skin rasp my bones
make me beg and make me groan
I'll play with you and make you moan
Eat me, drink me taste me now
For we will gasp in lustful flow
You will open your deep divide
and we will ebb to co inside
emotionally we will but ride
We really need to ebb and flow
to rise and fall and deeply sow
Lets find a way to have our lot
All's we need is a cunning plot.
Will it really be that good ?
Will you meet my needs ?, you should.
Will your loins be sweet and deep ?
Will you strain down pleasure street ?
Oh I hope you take me quick
take me slowly wet my wick
I smack your arse
and gag you so
with my thrusting
man of woe.
Scratch the skin rasp my bones
make me beg and make me groan
I'll play with you and make you moan
Eat me, drink me taste me now
For we will gasp in lustful flow
You will open your deep divide
and we will ebb to co inside
emotionally we will but ride
We really need to ebb and flow
to rise and fall and deeply sow
Lets find a way to have our lot
All's we need is a cunning plot.
Saturday, 30 October 2010
Poem of the Week
Gretchen Rose.
Oh Gretchen Rose I dreamed of you
My sparkle in this world so blue.
Oh Gretchen Rose
My flower so sweet
I wish you'd walked upon those feet
And trekked a path of love so neat.
Oh Gretchen Girl
You were my hope
I knew your joy would help me cope
Oh Gretchen Rose
My petite femme
My love so small
My little Gem.
"Dedicated to my friend Kate who sadly lost her little baby girl")
Oh Gretchen Rose I dreamed of you
My sparkle in this world so blue.
Oh Gretchen Rose
My flower so sweet
I wish you'd walked upon those feet
And trekked a path of love so neat.
Oh Gretchen Girl
You were my hope
I knew your joy would help me cope
Oh Gretchen Rose
My petite femme
My love so small
My little Gem.
"Dedicated to my friend Kate who sadly lost her little baby girl")
Monday, 25 October 2010
Poem of the Week
DECISIONS
People mix and stir the views
for those that follow
and those that choose.
Placid I don't really care,
I take a grip and clear the air
for those who listen and those who share.
Open the mind, do not wait
It's never to late to innovate.
So don't let the brain evaporate
grasp the nettle, take the bait.
People mix and stir the views
for those that follow
and those that choose.
Placid I don't really care,
I take a grip and clear the air
for those who listen and those who share.
Open the mind, do not wait
It's never to late to innovate.
So don't let the brain evaporate
grasp the nettle, take the bait.
Friday, 15 October 2010
Poem of the Week
The Lovers Rath
Messing with me you should not do
Cause I'm going wild
I burn the air with my fire
I'm taking your life away
But you can survive
Just take a piece of me
And lets just see
I is raging
All down the line
Make me feel fine
Do not decline
Marry me
Set me free
Oh my god
You torment
Deeply die
My lovers wrath
Soldier on
And lay the path
I will be your
Coco clown
I will not sulk
I will not frown
For I will rock and I will roll
I will not sell my blessed soul
I will not deny my love for thee.
My love forever, I will decree.
Messing with me you should not do
Cause I'm going wild
I burn the air with my fire
I'm taking your life away
But you can survive
Just take a piece of me
And lets just see
I is raging
All down the line
Make me feel fine
Do not decline
Marry me
Set me free
Oh my god
You torment
Deeply die
My lovers wrath
Soldier on
And lay the path
I will be your
Coco clown
I will not sulk
I will not frown
For I will rock and I will roll
I will not sell my blessed soul
I will not deny my love for thee.
My love forever, I will decree.
Saturday, 9 October 2010
Poem of the Week
No More Will I Wander
I found beauty in nothing
As i harvested the world
But i missed the little field
Where you outshone
The golden sheaves of corn.
Would it not be good
To walk with me today
To shed your outer coat
And embrace in lovers play.
No more will I wander
For I have surely found
The one that sets me under
Oh this is passion
This is not barren ground
I found beauty in nothing
As i harvested the world
But i missed the little field
Where you outshone
The golden sheaves of corn.
Would it not be good
To walk with me today
To shed your outer coat
And embrace in lovers play.
No more will I wander
For I have surely found
The one that sets me under
Oh this is passion
This is not barren ground
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