Category: desire

Stolen love

Lay your head on my heart
Feel the beats stop and start

Our mind pictures blending
the feelings we are tending
feel the warmth of my skin
it must be win win
Reach out to me

Feel the beats stop and start
describe your feelings
in this time are stealing
a time free to care
we have little to spare

Lay your head on my heart
Feel the beats stop and start

Samantha Beardon

Trophy in the sky

Searching looking for something new
My whole being divided in two
Emotional and physical needs kept apart
Hard to do it wrenches the heart

Touch my mind move within
Share our lives like breeze on skin
Knowing in my heart as time goes by
Just another trophy in the sky

Deciding the straight or crooked path
Has to be the latter with a laugh
Starting off with tempting situations
Giving and receiving sexy invitations

Touch my mind move within
Share our lives like breeze on skin
Knowing in my heart as time goes by
Just another trophy in the sky

Stirs the hormones wakes the senses
But its fantasy there are fences
Emotional and physical needs kept apart
In order not to break the heart

Touch my mind move within
Share our lives like breeze on skin
Knowing in my heart as time goes by
Just another trophy in the sky

Dizzy dancing thoughts alit
Swooning surreal intoxicated skit
The players acting like you and me
Unable to be completely free

Touch my mind move within
Share our lives like breeze on skin
Knowing in my heart as time goes by
Just another trophy in the sky

Friends with benefits changes yet
To just friends another set
Sharing life more in the round
But less important newer ground

Knowing in my heart as time goes by
Just another trophy in the sky

Samantha Beardon ©

Ravening beast?

What is love is it a ravening beast
Is it mainly lust on a body to feast
Does that longing and awe
Have to gnaw at the soul
Does it titilate the senses
Make us insane

What is love is it a ravening beast
Is it joy exquisite and misery ceased
Where is the balance between
The want and the need
The caring and sharing
On which it must feed

When is love just tender and pure
Not just longings we have to endure
Its tendrils are there to be nutured
To grow
In the early days of love lust
We know not what we sew

Maybe we learn from loves early mistakes
It’s important to survive those early heart breaks
To tame the heart of the ravening beast
To find eternal happiness
Is a goal we may never reach

Love songs and poems

Listening to the love songs

reading the poetry books

love should be out there

 can’t be overlooked


take my breath away

love at first sight

these are the prizes

if the authors are right


looked around the corners

 under the seats

in my life, that sort of love

seems to have me beat


take a deep breath, what do I smell

old socks , damp washing on the line

where are the  roses or jasmine 

romantic and fine


I think I have

had the sparks and the flashes

but not the full thunderstorm

or arel those songs and poems

so far from the norm



Is companionship and friendship

a more sustainable refrain

am I searching for unicorns

pots of gold, bubbles in champagne


I want to taste the sweetness 

of honey on my tongue

yes still I am searching

for a cliched romantic world of my own


Then I look up as a shadow drains the light

you walk into the house smiling

perhaps my shining knight

am I wasting my life on improbable profiling



Is my love with me

but my mind doesn’t see?

I am confused, who can help me?

Fantasy and reality

Fantasy and reality side by side grow

boundaries blur where is the plateau?

starkness of words translated into pictures

 holes in the substance, filled in, no glitches


Subconscious embellishment start a glow

bad habits, never witnessed, don’t spoil the show

endearments uttered are stored in memories box

 intense and  important, they become a paradox


She needs her emotions stirred, to feel a connection

his drivers very different, need inspection

married to other’s, they met playing a game

chatting and sharing life in a cyber domain


She’s desperate for love, her happiness compromised 

she grabs  affection and excitement, it makes her blind

he looks for  flirtation, moves through lusts revolving door

 enjoys the immediate journey, never requiring more


Intimacy inevitably grows with the sharing

 Could be great, if their perspectives were pairing

she loves that he calls her by that special name

unaware he calls, all other girls the same


He is wrapped up and interested, its no ploy

but soon he will be bored and move  to another  toy

her one in a million man will gradually pull away

Leaving her devastated  and crying at close of day

New passion

Newly met

Learning yet

Thunder rumbles

Lightening strikes

Nerve endings raw

Pouring down wild and wet

Getting  ready getting set
Unexpected newly directed

Thoroughly affected

Passion takes hold unrestrained

Nothing about this can be tamed

Mind pictures set the flames

Until the lust peaks and wanes