We Laugh
I have seen her stripped of her masks
She sprawls on her bed uninhibited
Hidden from sight my youthful eyes watch
Candles surround her vigilance
Her slender hands begin to move
Towards her hard pink nipples
My body does not resist the vision
But rather awakens its vigor
She is lost in her private sphere
But senses the intruder
Amorously she explores her frame
Louder she moans in her pleasurable trance
Sometimes with delayed anticipation
Mirrors are anchors of her ego
I reach down and waver my pulse
My breathing becomes louder
I see her watching me watching her
The room explodes with self indulgence
Our eyes meet we laugh
LIps
Her fingers gently stroke my lips
Evoking the lost awareness within
She is fair complex giving of her all
I faddle her simple emotions
To test the blossoms of her yearning
I am her King and mighty warrior
Striking at the stars on mountains of gold
I shower her with ancient dust of love
Dark are her eyes that speak softly
I am lost as she awakens my moods
Chanting to my confessions she holds me
In comfort I rejoice openly
Her beauty is sonant loud filled with courage
She descends on my sensations
Lifting me high I swell I feel
Like wistful rapids soaring to euphoria
I am captive to her calling
Melting in unison I drift to her conscious
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Dream
She enters my dreams denude and pure
My body dithers with divine pleasure
Ascending her motions I deepen my force
Gazing into her sensual world
I drift sometimes a high without control
An airship of fettered imagination
There is closeness in our conduct
That reveals our longing piquancy
Without redemption or flaws
I kiss her sweetness in fulfillment
Biting tenderly wanting to devour her being
She is erotic she is a whore of Netscape
Demanding more to imprison her delights
Draining my firmness is her ingrate goal
I inhale her drug like insanity
Never stopping to judge the consequences
Her wet canal keeps me in a state of alert
The erection of my sphere is her speed
The morning sends a sigh the dream remains
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The Door
Her silence is unexplained
Perhaps she has grown tired
Lost without her man that gives
Confused in desperation
The wait is unbearable
And yet she holds on wanting to live
With him with his love with his body
Days fade and rush into each other
Nights have become longer
She touches her enjoyment
Missing the thrust of his hardness
In the darkness she dances
In her imagination she kisses him
The walls listen to her laughter
She fosters hope of becoming his only one
Scared by the near future
Holding his memories she smiles
Who thought that strong love would be empty
There is no truth in that
Her heart beats fast faster
A knock is heard at the door
She opens it without expectations
Youth
Weary my ageless skin becomes furrow
Caged-in bravado that isolates reason
Will I perform as her rock servitor
Mounting her throne of sexual crave
The vision that haunts bounds the pride
Left only to conquer the covering sands
My youth my strength without oppression
Celebrating each day without death of tomorrow
The modern gladiators with egos of steel
The dessevir's to hungry young maidens
Votive and amour in our twisted pleasures
Riding the storms breathless never to alight
Tedium time controls the longing thirst
The pureness fades to murky waters
Settling without choice grasping at eternity
The tales are told humorously overstated
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Hope and Love
Two lovers they were anxious and bold
With fervor they challenged the seasons
The deception was never in question
Their denial was cast never to be seen
His desire awakened by her passion
Her appetite moistened by his ability
She lay with dreams and secrets
Intense unsure of her silk heart
He promised to rise with her in triumph
Through the spirit of hope and love
There would be hurt that others disguise
Laughter without faces of joy
The crying of missing devotion
Empty halls rooms of distorted silence
They continue their coitus disposition
In fields in water in the night under stars
Feeding on time they run holding hands
In search of honest confirmation
Willing to walk away for them to save
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Where Do I start
Where do I start
I appreciate the simplicity of mental massages
I like to close my eyes
Envision that special person pleasuring herself
Like a beautiful painting
That reaches out with all its colors
I desire slowness
Erotic passion that leaves a taste in ones mind
The movement of fingers
Expressing motions of instincts without being fearful
My lips moistened
Sensual eruptions and flavors of sweetness
What could I possibly say that would allow me inside of you
I search within only to be ironbound by my own bitter noyau
You have touched me
Now I imprison myself as I wait
Are you with me
Where do I start
The Mask
Unfold the faces of veracity
With coldness and humorless rise
The jester dances to the death opera
With enjoyment and smiles of distain
Once her beauty was his medallion
Worn on his chest in victorious display
Now he locks the memories hoping they fade
Streets are empty filled with musty fog
The moon is hidden behind still clouds
Crying in its howl to awaken the beast
His love is scattered in fields of divine lee
The journey to his castle is an endless reprieve
Knowing she waits to drape his tired body
The battle was not the war
But the hunger his soul abandoned
Counting the days the hours
Uncertain of the opulent flesh he carries
He sings songs for mental comfort
Waving to the light that flickers his welcome
Turning he looks down the mountain he has climbed
Removes his mask casting it to Hell in glory
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