Whispers on the Wind

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

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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"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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"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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"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

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

"Alone Haiku"


I in solitude
Here in my sanctuary, here alone

Finally I'm Free

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"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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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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"ziohan"

heart strings
there for the plucking
draw from my body
ontemn

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" orð "

spoken
in silence
echoing in my heart
like distant thunder

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"æmtig"


filling
my void

one
digit
at a time

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

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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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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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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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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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.

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

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?

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

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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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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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