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05/03/2005
Ancient passions crumble like dust to the wind
What would have been my life, my soul, my one love has been deprived of me. The beauty of euphonia lies forever just beyond my reach as I sit locked within a stony prison of silence. In sleep I dream of the whisper of your sighs. When I awake, there remains an emptiness, an ache to hear once again the faint strains of your voice. And yet it is all rhetorical, a moot point. For I have never heard a single sound nor will I ever. I sit in the eternal quiet of deafness.
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06/16/2005
"The Garden Of Eden"
I was created in beauty Profiled by sin Here I sat in subservient silence Subject to his every whim “Go forth and multiply” Did not mean conquer, rape and beat Beauty of this garden Now lies broken at my feet The most fearsome beast Walks in the shadow of a man Fires of dissidence burn My weapon in hand Murder beckons Temptation awaits The poison apple bitten Death shall be his fate
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10-11-2013, 02:00 PM | #63 |
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2005
"Rendezvous Part: 1"
Door clicking Shut Behind us Deafening In the silent darkness Outdone Only By the sound Of our laboured breathing Soon Finding myself Pressed Against the wood door Lips Savage Upon my own Fingers Tearing At my shirtfront Quickly moving Pinning her Against the door Assuming The “Upper Hand” Taking hold Of wrists Held above Her head Firmly Kissing her Roughly Then Pulling back Mustering Every ounce of Patience I have Finally Releasing Her hands Moving my own To Her shoulders Keeping Her pressed Against the door Pinioned by my hips Sliding The fabric of her jacket From Her shoulders Letting It slide To the floor My lips Returning To The oasis Of hers Drawing The longest drink From Their depths Placing my hands At the front Of her blouse Slowly Drawing the buttons Through Each Buttonhole My fingers Tracing Along the edge Of The fabric Teasing The skin Revealled Feeling my heart Pounding Like a Jackhammer Beneath The confines Of My rib cage The rhythm Echoing The thunder Outside Her hands Go To My waist Trying To Pull me Closer The only way I could be Closer Is To Be Buried Deep Inside her
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2005
"Rendezvous Part: 2"
Now Down to the last three Buttons Impatience Consuming me Needing To feel Her silky skin Beneath my hands Now Searching Her face Illuminated By the flash Of Lightning outside Looking For any sign To stop Seeing In the dim light Desire Written boldly Across Her face There I received My answer Watching Quickly Before the light Fades Before We are plummeted Back Into Darkness Watching A rivulet of rainwater Plunge Beneath the horizon Of Her silken bra I groaned Trying To reign in My Raging need I find myself Losing The battle Grabbing The fabric In my hands Roughly Ripping The buttons loose They cascade In a shower To The floor My hands Delve Beneath The fabric Fingers Splaying Across the landscape Of Her stomach Brushing The fabric Aside Hands Encircling Her rib cage Her skin Smoother Than I had imagined
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"Elysium"
Intertwined bodies Posit upon a pallet Of barley Of wheat Of Earth Desquamate Of all inhibitions More naked Than mere flesh allows Stripped Past the core Bared Beyond the senses Entering now into The lyceum of the Gods Here Upon Nature’s Altar Our bodies A immolation Of skin Of sweat Of moans Of sighs An offering of passion Here I will revere The goddess Within you With a caress Of words Spoken to Your body Here In the dagoba Of your arms Of your thighs In the tenebrous hours Before the Dawn I will see The gates Of Elysium Opened wide
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10-11-2013, 02:06 PM | #66 |
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09/19/2005
"Alone Haiku"
I in solitude Here in my sanctuary, here alone Finally I'm Free
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2005
"Rendezvous: Part III"
I lean in let my lips navigate the passage down her neck to her collarbone flicking my tongue across its defined edge I felt her shudder clear down in my pelvis she pulled me back in another kiss I pushed the fabric of the torn shirt from her shoulders down her arms free of her hands letting it fall a rumple on the floor I let my hands trail up the bare skin of her arms then back down I moved my hands to her hips pulling her towards me Pulling her deeper into the bulge in my jeans The same bulge that had held her captivated earlier in the day
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10-11-2013, 02:11 PM | #68 |
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09/25/2005
Some Haiku:
Quietly Snow Caresses In Northern Realms she does Reign Her touch, cool, like Ice The rain falling so relentless Caressing my inflamed skin Like only a Mistress can Countless words Devoid of inflection Scream across the page
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10-11-2013, 02:13 PM | #69 |
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09/30/2005
"ziohan"
heart strings there for the plucking draw from my body ontemn
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09/30/2005
" orð "
spoken in silence echoing in my heart like distant thunder
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10/05/2005
"æmtig"
filling my void one digit at a time
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11/03/2005
As the steam and heat of the night’s passions fade on the cool morning air
And the morning calls an end to the darkness of want, of need, of desire I jump at the chance to touch you, caress you, feel you As you lie static, and wrapped in the safe, comforting embrace of slumber Gently I search for any sign of your fall from heaven A divine illuminance radiating from your angelic face, Anything that would release the mystery behind that dangerous glint in your eyes. My hands traverse up your back, sliding over the ink markings on your skin, the various branding marks, and the places left tender from all those who have hurt you before. Each one of these a testament of the pain life has forced you to endure. I see now, that here lies the proof of your astral birth, my fallen angel.. A feather, inked flat against the canvas of your skin
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12/06/2005
A mirrored reflection in your eyes
Wanting To touch the core of you And all the answers hidden there, Woven into a tangled mess of emotion I am the key to the puzzle The answer to the riddle Let me reach fully into your soul And take what is mine: Your heart
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02/23/2006
Hungry for your words upon my skin.
I long to swallow your solliloquies, And feel them slip across my tongue like the silkenness of warm brandy. My soul sleeps. Longing to be awakened with a gentle whisper. The gift of your verbiage enfolding me in the subtlest nuance. Each word, a seperate caress. Heightening my desires. Making me crave more. Give to me the gift of your epic. And as you wink at me, An unspoken promise upon your lips. I offer you the mystery that is me. Begging. Longing. Craving. Nothing more than your words. Syllables of strikingly vivid hues, Painted upon the canvas of my desires. And through the gates of erotic prose, Give to me not only the world, But the universe whole.
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03/29/2005
Jaded writings on countless pages of parchment
Darkness of ink lashing out painfully against the untainted page This is the blood of my heart spilled here for all to see
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06/06/2005
I lust for passion
sweet upon my tongue. I ache to worship your luscious places. I want my fingers to frantically swim beneath your wet sea. I will live in a symphony of sweat, screams, and moans of desire whispered in my heart.
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09/19/2005
Can you handle me
when I crawl across the floor to you with that pleading look in my eyes? Can you handle me when I beg for your cruelty, your mercy? Can you handle me bared on the rack before you, waiting for your next move? Can you handle me when I beg for just one more lashing from your new cane? Can you handle me when the tears well in my eyes after you have taken me further than my own limitations? Can you handle me when I need nothing more than to serve you, please you? Can you handle me when you place the collar about my neck, the marks upon my skin, marking me as your own? Can you handle me and my submission given only to you? Can you handle me when I bleed for you, cry for you, long for you? Can you handle me?
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10/18/2005
Slashes
Red Against Canvas of Ivory Flesh Leather Worn Smooth by Sweat Encircling Wrists Holding Firm Iron Will Holding Firmer It is My Need My Want My Submission Holding Me There Crack Of Thunder Each Time The Whip Strikes Skin Then A Flogger A Crop A Torch Composing Symphonies Of Grunts Moans Sighs My Body The Orchestra You The Conductor
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02/28/2006
Emotions streaking the page of my life so like watercolors in the rain.
Hues of happiness in vibrant red, yellow and orange blur into despair's shadow of black. Even in my maturity, I long to wail and rally at a mother's breast, demanding revenge. Yet here, no law, no reason, no logic apply. The imprint of your words striking harshly against my frail exterior. And if I'd the strength of the Titans, I would banish you into exile. Yet beyond the silhouette, Contained within the reflection of the shattered mirror; I stare at your face, and I see Myself.
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02/28/2006
I draw deeply on the clove cigarette between my fingers,
thinking of a time when you and I danced among the maples But now you sit still as stone Locked within the fortress of your own pain Isolating me from the sanctuary I once found in you You were to me a life-saver, And all the things within myself I longed one day to set free Could we again be like we were Could we be like the camera caught us Exposed in that worn photograph long since discarded? As the leaves now fall from the trees Mingling and burying the feathers of my freedom in you I turn and walk away Forsaking everything Including the coins that rustle in my pocket And choosing the path of the recluse I wander now Alone A Buddha seeking the answers to my own suffering In solitude
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