Opening up my secret desires
Heart strings plucked, lust conspires
Panting passion, pleasure’s plea
Yearning yields, guarantee
Melting core, trying to function
Over whelmed, imperative compunction
Seduction
Embraced so tight, cheeks ablush
Look in your eyes, words superfluous
Tingling touch, that tantalises
Aching anticipation, fantasises
Sinfully delicious, mad seduction
Feels a natural construction.
Pleasure you
Wanting to pleasure all of you
To touch and find your erogenous spots
To tie your nerves in tingles and knots
Cover your body with sweet kisses
Caress you, touched and mesmerised
Look in your eyes be hypnotised
The urge for you always delights
He loves me, he loves me not
He loves me,he loves me not
I am me, I almost forgot
It’s nice to have some affirmation
But staying true to self, that’s confirmation
We walk the path and share the joys
But both grow and develop as life employs
As I respond, to the challenge and become fulfilled
Hopefully the new me, will keep him thrilled
He loves me he loves me not.
Pure Beauty
Buried Fantasies
Exposing buried fantasies
We eagerly find
We can enact, the dreams in our minds
Sensual dreams can come true
A delectable, delicious, exotic view
My partner in passion
We harness the beast
Whatever we can imagine
Will become our feast
Acting in your story.
Are you star, villain, jester, the underdog
Are you treading water, waiting to kiss, the frog
Are you are living your story, or muddling by
Learning new lessons or ceasing to try?
Your one chance of stardom, in the life you lead
Is there for the taking, you need to succeed
You can’t take an eraser and run it again
Is your life a treadmill or in the top ten.
Don’t wait for another to make everything right
Look for another to smooth things that are tight.
This life is your story
You deserve the glory.
Romance, thriller or kitchen sink drama
Kinky or normal it is your panorama
Be aware of your role and the part that you play
Cultivate happiness as, through this life you display.
Simbiosis
The underlying theme
From our eternal dream
Is a perfect symbiosis
With absolutely no neurosis
What are these nebulous things
These emotions that pull our strings
Our desire for the perfect love
Perfection, benediction, totally enough
Attraction, sex and lust
Humour, courage, fairy dust
Perfect symbiosis
What changes the diagnosis
Bubble burst
Relationship cursed
Unrealistic expectations
Faulty communications
Life getting in the way
Morality strays
Lust goes out the door
Got to work hard to adore
The underlying theme
Perfect symbiosis the scheme
Work on the inner self
Don’t stack your needs on a shelf
Tolerance and trust
Stop communication rust
Nurture the sexual bond
Variety to keep it strong
Stop the neurosis
Reach out for perfect simbiosis
Take a bow
Is it wrong to not always be glad
No its not wrong – but I must add
Baby it’s bad to always be sad
Take a bow, show us how
With a nod to the lyrics of Sheila take a bow.
Oasis
We are strangers, connected by the Internet, combining life and fantasy.
Although familiarity, knowing the other, is becoming more a reality.
We touch bases sharing our lives, or the parts we want to share, maybe a swiz.
Our time is spent, in banter, in play, in idle chat, in sexy innuendo,adding fizz.
How much is real, how much dream, is this relationship what it seems?
That feeling of connection; seems so real, I fear it is, mostly a dream.
Will we ever meet? My hope my wish. Though it will never happen, it’s not in life’s scheme.
We share a window, connected in time
A little oasis, ours for a short time.
It is enough. Or so I pretend.
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery 