Whispers on the Wind

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

This is a thread to post my past works, present works and any future works I have written.

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[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

Cells expand
Contract
With
The staccato
Of ragged breath

Tension
Mounting
Until
It breaks forth

Time
Lurching
Merely trying
To keep up
As those
Very cells
Collide
Meshing
Desiring
Begging
To get closer
To merge
To be one

Words
Whispered
Soundlessly
From lips
Written
Upon soft skin
With even softer
Promises
Never spoken

The Universe
Reels
Spins
Quakes
In wanton hunger
As time
Lurches
Again
And again
With each contact

And this my dear
Was only
A kiss

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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

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She moves
underneath me like flame

Burn me, I cry

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"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

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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

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~"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.

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"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.

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I look to the first rays of sunlight and think of you as they caress the shore, holding the twilight in a tight embrace.
You are my pillar of strength, my cornerstone, my foundation, and in your presence I sit shaken to my core.
My heart will spend many years rectifying the chaos of a thousand lifetimes as we lie entwined in each other.
My face radiates all love I feel for you even into the darkest hours of evening.
And as I get lost in yet another archive of thought I smell the subtle fragrance of you wrapping itself around me, and I realize that you are gone.

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I look to you at the moment of my redemption
and I see in your eyes a look reflecting back
A look of complete abandon.

I see possibilities of
Your body stretched out before me.

With total clarity I see
That in this moment there will be no remourse
And with absolute conviction I know
The answer to my unasked question.

A safe assumption to make.

You have revived my heart
as I hear the words, "I do" escape your lips

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The rain washes
Even my road-worn soul
Clean

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“Steel Rose”

Once had a heart on my sleeve, now there’s a stone chip on my shoulder.
I am tattered and torn, my heart plagued with thorns.

This rambling stone will gather no more loss.
I am tattered and torn, my heart plagued with thorns.

I told you there is no blood left to be squeezed from this stone.
I am tattered and torn, my heart plagued with thorns.

But where there were thorns, from pain and scorn,
a steel rose does grow.

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“Asuilaak (Finally) “

Finally:

After my heart has searched the seven seas.
I have found the final wonder.

Finally:

I will drown in the deepest love and forever be pulled under.

Finally:

I have touched your gates of heaven on high.

Finally:

With the angels I did lie.

Finally:

It’s come about full circle, and the beginning is the end.

Finally:

I had to let you go and cry farewell my lover, my friend.

Finally:

With a mournful cry,

Finally:

Goodbye.

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“Arctic”


I wonder if the Summer sun on the savannah caresses you as it does me here on this frozen Tundra.

I look, my eyes slanted against the silver light of the ice, I swear I can see your sillouhette reflected in the outline of granite inuksuk.

I long to trace my hands lazily across the landscape of your body, yet here I will remain alone in my chilled Northern wasteland.

I find lately that I would abandon my Wintery sanctuary for one brisk moment spent in the warm Solstice of your embrace.

I resolve myself to the knowledge that we could never be as one with you fathoms and leagues across the sea.

And as I accept the Icy chill of reality, I know the fire of my passion for you will become extinguished.

But before my flame can fizzle away in tears of despair, I feel your warmth radiate through me, stretching across the confines of time and space.

The sun rises again to melt my Frozen heart.

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She says, I want to feel you,
feel you in me, and around me
around me enfolded.
Enfolded in silken depths,
silken depths that caress back.

She says, I want you
want you pulsing and ramming
ramming your presence into me
into me until I scream.

She says, I want to scream loudly for you.
Loudly for you,
you and your intensity,
intensity making my will lie broken,
broken and running across your hands,your hands, your cock, and your tongue.

She says, I want your tongue running down my thighs,
Down my thighs, chased by your hands.
Your hands tangling in my hair,
my hair wild as it cascades across your chest.

She says, I want my breast pulled into your mouth,
your mouth sucking and biting,
biting at my moist folds,
my moist folds drawing you in,
drawing you into me deeply.

She says, I want you in me,
in me where you become lost.
Lost in the sensation,
sensation that only I can give.

She says, Give yourself,
yourself, and your body,
your body awakened,
awakened to my touch.

She says, My touch will blaze fire across your skin,
your skin my canvas.
Canvas upon which I paint passion

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"Seasons"

Scarecrow in the barren field of my memory,
Help me recall the seasons of my life

Tell me of the joys and pleasures of a Youth spent in the embrace of Spring.
Tell me of the innocence, the simplicity in which I surrendered to happiness and innocence abound.
Tell me of when I lived as I loved, I played as fiercely as I prayed and my heart did sing.

Scarecrow in the barren fields of my memory,
Help me recall the seasons of my life

Tell me when the throes of ecstacy and the heat of passion filled my Summer of adolescence
Tell me when she cast that first stone and I first felt my heart break.
Tell me of the loss and painful road I was left to walk and the grief that would become my sole strength, my essence.

Scarecrow in the barren fields of my memory,
Help me recall the seasons of my life

Tell me when I embraced the peaceful Autumn of forgiveness.
Tell me when I learned of a gentle touch and a deeper peace, an eerie calm found in the arms of another lover.
Tell me when I realized I wanted to live and die in the arms of a tranquility like this.

Scarecrow in the barren fields of my memory,
Help me recall the seasons of my life

Tell me when did the Winter sneak in to steal away my memories in it’s cold embrace?
Tell me how much longer in this frail mortal coil shall I have wait?
Tell me when will the Earth claim me back to the warmth of her womb, and collect the final chapter from this member of the human race?

Scarecrow in the barren fields of my memory,
Help me recall the seasons of my life

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"Self-portrait"

This machine heart isn't real...
It processes, but doesn't feel.
I DOES everything but bleed....
Yet doesn't meet a single romantique need.
It's function in programming has been told.
Love is something it has yet to behold.

This machine body can hurt and ache...
and it's titanium skeleton easily break.
It has never been touched by a single hand....
for after all it IS machine not man.

This machine mind does nothing but think.
Thought to body across fibre optic link.
Making decisions at speed of light....
yet knows nothing of what is wrong or right.
I cannot process pain from a love lost.
Logic insists a wire must have been crossed.

A human tear does silently fall.
Such a dangerous move, for it can rust all.
Finally machine has lost the battle, lost the fight.
The human inside has finally opened it's heart to the light.

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"Musing"

How often I've heard you say, " I am jus fucking with you!" but....Oh, if you'd REALLY fuck with me.....
Fucking with me until my knees become weak, and my body melts from your words...
Words used like a caress

Then I think, what if I fucked back?
Would you like that?
Would you like it if I fucked back?

If I touched you with words in places you thought only hands and tongues could touch?.......
Ahh, dear but isn't my tongue touching you now?

Isn't it touching and caressing you with words that are so seductive that they leave you craving more, more than you thought you could ever want?

You never thought mere words could be used like THAT did you?

My words slowly slide up your thighs, into your very depths, leaving you moist and wanting.

Tell me, do you want more?
Do you want me to fuck back?
Do you like it when I fuck with you?

Ahh, this verbal exchange, so preverse, so profound, so profane.

Does it make you wet?
Does it make you want to cry out, begging, and pleading for more?

Ahh, to fuck with you, to make you want and crave more and more of my words.
Ahh, to make you WANT to be fucked with.

Does that make me a pervert, does it make me sick?
Does it make YOU?

Hell, what does it matter, you are enjoying it and so am I.

I must admit though, I refuse to make ANY apologies, and I sure as hell am not going to repent.

Oh, no, not ever, not for having fucked with you, for having fucked back.

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As we lie, wrapped in a blanket of stars, the mountains for our bed.
I compose a symphonic overture upon the stage of your body.
The hills echo with the sounds of my Concert D’Chair.
I bring forth a crescendo of sound with silent notes from the music of your breath and your kiss.
The heavens, rapt, lend their backdrop of supernatural colour; Aurora Impetus, to concrete our faithful love of each other.

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She took me in her arms, and it was then and only then that I knew what it was to be loved.
To be really loved, cherished and adored.
No man had ever been able to make me feel that way......not the way she did.
No, not like that at all.
She loved me like a god, but shamelessly like a daemon, like no other dared, like only a WOMAN could.
Now I tell you...she took me into her arms and I was home.
And this home was not a place, a thing.....it was an idea, the feeling of security and peace.
Now when she took me into her arms I knew love, a love of my own, a love that was completely and unabashedly for her......total devotion.
But there came those who would take it away.
Take her away, away from me and from herself.
And I wondered, would she ever return?

Many hours passed, many days, many sleepless nights and Oh so many tears.
Then one day when my memory had forgotten and so had my heart, she returned.
Returned to herself, to the world, to me.
Now I tell you when she took me into her arms there was a hunger, a passion, a fire inside.
A fire that consumed me, and lo, burns me still.

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"Photograph 8" (written about an underwater photo I had seen in a coffee shop in Seattle)

Liquide atmosphere enfolds you in her deadly embrace, and yet....
a smile of rapturous epiphany is upon your face, oh, how intrigued am I.
Plumage of your innocent deviousness enshrouds my memory, memories of things that will never come to be.

The light and shadows harnessed between frame of glass and metal touches me in an unfamiliar way, like barbedwire of silken thread.
Who are you, and why have you touched me so profoundly from behind the confines of two-dimensional reality?

But, oh, to know the limitless rapture I see reflected on your face....that is a pleasure reserved for only gods and daemons, and yet mere mortal of flesh and bone am I.