Whispers on the Wind

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

Some more offerings:



In a zealous silence I sit
Mirror reflecting only shattered images of memories long since forgotten
Now free from the desire that consumed me whole
I glance out the window-glass and try to focus on an emotional new dawn.

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Standing at the edge of reason, the edge of sanity filling my mind
Passion raging to the point of total consumption
A dark kiss upon silken skin
An end to the soul's weeping for release
Reopen my eyes, and see as though it were for the first time
Pain no longer residing in the valley between my breasts
As I step into a dark red sea for the last time

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Thousands of shards
Millions of pieces
This is my heart

Shattered but not Broken

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Moaning...
Pleading...
Crying...
Begging...

Seduction in Slience

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

She moves
underneath me like flame

Burn me, I cry

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

"Lines" (In memory of all those who have died for war)

Lines
drawn
in
sand
meaningless
and yet
they can
tear
countries
apart

The same lines
rip children
from
the arms
of
their
mothers
in
the name
of
diplomacy

Lines
of
fire
drawn
upon
the bodies
of
our youth
left
dead
in
foxholes

While
lines
are
being
signed
and
treaties
being
written
in
the blood
of
the innocent

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

We are sitting drinking coffee
coffee as black and dark as the night you and I kissed
kissing like starved men at a feast
a feast of you I partake in with another sip
another sip of coffee as I look at you

I look at you, into your eyes
eyes like brandy; dark, warm, and melting
melting my will, melting me to nothingness
melting away the nothingness deep within

Deep within the recesses of my thighs I ache
I ache with want for you
for you, any part of you to fill me
all of me to be filled with this need
this need overflowing
flowing out of me and onto you
onto you, your strong hands, your strong thighs
your strong thighs wrapped around my strong hands

My strong hands and strong fingers are probing
probing into the wetness

Wetness between your legs, on my hands, my lips, my body, my tongue

My tongue drinks deeply with out sating

Without sating my hunger grows

Hunger growing as you kiss my lips

Kiss my lips as they quiver

Quiver, yes, I am quivering inside as your teeth graze my neck
my neck, then back to my lips

My lips touch yours, biting and sucking
biting and sucking at mine

Sucking at your breast, oh how I want

I want to be buried deep inside you until with release we scream
scream from the wanting

Wanting to take you in my arms
take you in my arms, then have you take me
take me right here
right here, right now, right where they all can see
can see the desire
the desire I feel between my thighs

My thighs are brushing yours as we kiss

“Kiss me again” I want to beg

I want to beg you to never stop kissing me
kissing me and touching me
touching me gently on the cheek
the cheek that lies under my hands

My hands get tangled
tangled in your hair, then your thighs
thighs that lead to legs that I want to feel
that I want to feel around me as I pin you to the bed
pin you to the bed & push into you
into you then over the edge

Over the edge is what this is

What this is, is me giving myself to you
giving myself to you as you give yourself

Give yourself completely to me, all of you for all of me

All of me wants
wants to feel you, your skin bare as I feel every inch of you
every inch of you naked
naked and tangled
tangled in the sheets, my arms, my legs, and my fingers

Fingers on your body
your body on fire at my touch
my touch blazing everywhere
blazing everywhere as you are consumed
consumed with passion
passion that oozes and drips from my chin and onto you
onto your soul

Your soul melding with mine, binding us together


Together we sit drinking in each other
drinking in each other like coffee
coffee drank in silence

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

~"Inuksuk"~

I am your stone
Your granite will, your marble beauty
Your pebble worn smooth by the river of life.

I am covered in the morning with the dew left from a night of rock hard passions
Cold and unyielding to those who seek to chisel me away, yet for you I am the citadel in which you can hide your heart.

I am your stone
Your granite will, your marble beauty
Your pebble worn smooth by the river of life.

I am a monolith of strength, solid in my convictions
Yet I become dust in your compitent hands.

I am your stone
Your granite will, your marble beauty
Your pebble worn smooth by the river of life.

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

"Peanut Butter"


When you walked into the bar that night with a ratty baseball cap hiding your feminity, I swear the whole damned bar could hear my body cry “fuck yeah!” as it grew so aroused it could barely remain atop it’s barstool perch.
Yes, me there perching like a vulture over my prey.
“My prey”, what a novel idea, as thoughts of the hunt and the capture enter my mind.
Oh, if I could catch you and take you right here.
Put you up on the table and lick at you like peanut butter stuck to the roof of my mouth.
Just then the commercial hits my brain, “Just how many licks does it take...the world may never know!”
And, at that, I laugh nervously to myself, my friends, to you as you sit waiting.
Waiting for what I ask myself.
Waiting for me?
Waiting for my body to push yours into the wood back of the chair as I throw your legs up in the air and fuck you right here where everyone can see?
And, then, my eyes look down, to the table I imagined fucking you on.
I blush, and I swear there must be a television screen attached to my forehead where you can see EXACTLY what I am thinking as I see you laugh.

“Silence as the show begins.......................we now interrupt this program to bring you a special news update straight from the presses................” and my brain gets caught on the thought......”the presses” as I swear I can feel you press your hand against my thigh.
And, I swear I can feel you, taste you......like peanut butter on my tongue.
My brain and my body engage in a battle of words as I ask myself, “ Is this some kind of joke playing itself out on me?”
And, I swear I just heard myself say “Play with yourself for me”
......OH GOD!!
Did I just say that aloud?
A Freudian Slip, as I slide right into you, sticking like peanut butter.
And I think, Man, am I hungry!
Hungry for you upon my tongue, like peanut butter.