lifting the veil of nights silence

[Passionaria]

Brown eyes dance-naughty
long black hair flowing-wild
suit coat, jeans, and-sunglasses
you capture the irreverent edge
between he and she

every time we meet
almost-touching
your heart extends a vibrational kiss
warm laughing eyes caress me
openly

once on the dance floor
eyes stealing glances
reflect surprise
when the music hits me
white girls don't move like THAT
grace crossed naughty-set free
your eyes devour my-hips

You sealed my affection
when you fell to your-knees
to kiss her bottom as she-danced
hands held her in-worship
praying to want
through
acts of-passion
on the dance floor
that's my sweet baby butch crush
your honey lips
cross my heart with
yes please

[Passionaria]

you have disturbed my innocents
with senses enlivened
my lips utter enraptured prose
weaving tales of rose and thorn
needs sacrificed, heart bound
upon a turbulent sea of desires
tie my wrists and bind me to your will
my resistance trickles
like melted candle wax
and pools at your feet
as attar of roses
this perfume of my soul
rises sated
under your hand
intoxicating
your arrogant swagger
impregnated by my beauty
in the balance of
power
the owner
is owned

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a bright green humming bird feather
jolts from the piercing in your ear
and lies flat across your face
streaming love medicine
wise eyes peer
from your painted face
You made yourself invisible
then emerged before me
shifting
everything
I was taught about reality
in one action
shape shifter
star traveler
kinky
long haired beauty
my heart still calls for you
my lips WHISPER
thank you
passing hand through flame
tobacco offerings released
sweet grass smoke
perfumes the wind
prayers beckon power
finger drawn through paint
long hair cascades
the braid is earned
power allies emerge
and
Warriors take a stand
warriors
take
a
stand
with love

[Passionaria]

my soul flutters across words
like a butterfly
making love to flowers
imagination bursts aflame
paradise drips from my lips
I your muse
melt
the metal of your intellect
into flowing rivers
of emotion
and you paint a fantasy
of me
in colors
of how I make you feel
you love
how I make you feel

beloved fantasy
painted in the colors
of your want
you dream of me
and your prose flows free
even there
you killed me
choked the breath from me
rather
than taking a chance
on loving me
for real

when your painting
and my story collide
fantasies turn staccato
and judgment careens
from your glacial eyes
words become icicles of malice
served from your icebox heart
and the arctic wind of your soul
leaves my pierced heart
too cold to bleed

[Passionaria]

last night I washed my soul
in the river of love
as the moon dripped her golden elixir
into the black of night
spilling effervescent dreams
across the nakedness of my need
releasing light and shadow to copulate
upon tightly pressed realities


her love offering moonbeams
of golden hope
to seduce and impregnated
the smooth dry lines of my beliefs
giving birth to possibility
mesmerized, I shook loose
the last thread that bound my heart
to no you can't

last night as I washed my soul
in the river of love
the moon kissed the night
and her shimmering moonbeams whisper to me
I would never deny you, your dreams

[Passionaria]

On this still summer night
supple tree leaves
hang serene upon
sculptured coffee colored bark

and magenta puffs of flower
ooze droplets of sweat
from the airs balmy embrace
sharing pin drop coolness
with fertile earth

the nights sultry hug
spares no one
all hunger for a soft
wind to blow through
blessed
I free float
baptized in cerulean waters
watching fireflies dance
with tree shadows
the warm pool water
becomes my sea of love
body stretching free
cares gone
heaven

[Passionaria]

A Jazz melody struts profound bass lines as
flamboyant notes jump from my third story window
then dance across the street
worshiping the setting sun
that's melting across the New York skyline
music worships sun
your steel eyes worship me
perked nipples outlined in crimson silk
lost in hedonistic prayers
my neighbors
will never forget your name

[Passionaria]

Veiled Allusion



quietly, her expressions beckon him
the graceful tilt of her head
the upturned corner
of lush ruby lips
a coy sideways glance
eyelashes casting shadows across satin cheeks
from a slow down cast stare
the deliberate movement of her tongue
sliding over parted lips
whispering wet and forbidden

her stories are shared without words
the power of gestures become
her dance of the seven veils
sensual mysteries unveiled
one movement at a time
entranced,
his mind yearns
to slip underneath
her delicately composed secrets
and journey into delicious treasures
that lie hidden
beneath her emotional hijab

[Passionaria]

He planted his desires
deeply
into the fertile discothèque
of my want
and dark flowers blossomed
midst the heady fragrance
of promise
promise, as elusive as the wind
enraptured
my virgin performance
fears the fragrant call of night
panic on the dance floor
dazed, in glassy-eyed need
please help set me free
pierce my innocence
and sacrifice my flesh
tenderly laid upon the stage
of your dark erotic cabaret

[Passionaria]

"Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes?"
— Pablo Neruda


Eyes mist into
nebulous surrender
as weeping caresses pain
and my hearts blood
spills forth as tears
not bright red life blood
but the pale salty warmth
of a weary heart
breath staccato
rapping mantras
of please, my heart
my heart, my heart
can't bear any more
hope follows tears
and my verbal finery
sweet love
hangs frayed

[Passionaria]

Visible flames
daughter of fire
my body your passionate muse
sabroso Machito
you've always owned me
you're home lies
simmering in my blood
Papi, seduce me
with your sweet, hot words
then walk me to the edge of danger
knowing my love's, trusted only to you
sweet face dangerous heart
dance me between light and dark
you drew my image in blood
your need calls my name
hand through fire
love not fear
my hearts blood dances
upon flickering flames
sweet surrender
your devotion worthy
Papi
I Like to play with fire
so, burn down the house

[Passionaria]

You have always been smarter than most
everyone knows that
but your analytical superiority complex
and reductionist theories
breed intellectual abstractions
such brittle theories
for judging a human being
you became my
villain of equivocation
diagnosing me on assumption
rather than inquiry
then dividing us
by my lowest common denominator
my lustrous intellectual
emotional detachment
spurs frigid methodology
and false assumptions
your twisted diagnosis
renders me speechless
illusive benevolence
even I, your bastard child
am worthy of more compassion
than that

[Passionaria]

Winters Siberian Rhapsody
wanders the landscapes of us
and we become the stone cold blues
howling fraudulent songs of love
and the nights pain streaked abyss
snows tears
frozen shards of sweet desire
pierce cathedrals built of lust
and the snow laden branch of
please I want you
shatters into pieces, of was
not so much as one kind word
or honest moment of why
no reason, no debate
just winters frozen embrace
detached, our silence bears witness

but knows no peace

these cold winter blues
crystalline realities
tear stained intentions
etched by sacrifice of love
And winters Siberian Rhapsody
wails the stone cold blues
to the tune
that was once, us

[Passionaria]

Black eyes twinkle
star dust electrified
and the violet night
unfolds from a glance

sweet dangerous mood
the night yearns for the moon
and moonlight clings
to the night;
opalescence
hypnotized by darkness

sweet dangerous mood
senses magnetized
passion bites need
and want drips sweet

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my lust traced shadow
erupts
in purple neon want
me, a sweet hot mess
wrapped tight and naughty
around big and bulging
deep fires of
I love the way you fuck me
bellow darkened desires
across passion etched souls
your merciless bravado
melts my snow white purity
of should

[Passionaria]

The soft spot
you hold in your heart
for me
paints reality delicious
like a cream filled center
gushing decadent sweet
into the bread of life
mouthwatering magic
speaks the language of spiced
in your warm cinnamon glance
any road leads to paradise
words create sketches
care colors them in
precious sweet tooth moments
are the elixir of love

[Passionaria]

This is dedicated with respect and lust to
Ms International Leather : 2009


Her confidence is stunning
like the cool stealth of a puma
sensual predator
magnetic aura
dark shades perched
black leather wrapped
silver hung close
delicious oozing bravado
Aye Papi que rico
just knowing she exists
pumps blood into
my fading ashen heart
then jump starts my please
eyes sparkle, lust heavy
then caress her bio,
mmmm, bravado with skills
she teaches classes
called strap it on
the angels sing
fairy dust shimmers
and a moment of sycronistic magic
renews my faith in god.

[Passionaria]

My heart can no longer contain it my love
your perfect Butch lips have seduced me
plump rosiness of woman
hungers of man
I try to be good
I really do
but sometimes I can't help myself
your words spill into space
no chance my ears caught them
watching your lips move
from channel dream space
the way they softly pucker around W-ish
and the flick of tongue
that emerges on L-ive
warm sensuous lips
taunting me
and in my mind
I begin placing them
where I want them
kiss me the taste of your day
no explanation
show me what it felt like
moist heat
slick movement
darting tongue
deep insistence
fist full of hair for control
bite of frustration
let me taste everything you felt
in a flush of want
kiss your way down my neck
stopping to bite as you please
into ample cleavage
met by black lace
greedily releasing taught nipples
to bite them both at once
then suck me to wetness
place your beautiful lips
behind my knee
and plant tenderness
up the back of my thigh
your tongue trailing where thigh meets
the round of my ass
tormenting my senses to poetry
looking down I realize
my hands are cupped
around my breast
and you are smiling not talking
sweet chance exposure
red rises in my cheeks
and all I can say is
I want your perfect Butch lips

[Passionaria]

I feel these poem's belong here, where the seeds of inspiration took form, whispered their stories and were cast unto the four winds. I have left them for you, a sweet hot mess, a snapshot in time ; one Femme's journey through the land of Butch Femme Romance. As always, I send my love, and wish you Life's PASSION .......
Passionaria

~ This collection of poems ::: Lifting the Veil of Night's Silence :::
is protected under Creative Commons Attribution 3.0 ~




~ Jaguarita ( my pen name)

[Passionaria]

Carino, Passionaria