Saturday, 20 October 2018
born with an awesome innate skill set,
five senses...no six would be more correct.
armoured with all one may need
to take heed
of all that would be presented
rewarding paths suggested.
in the splay of riches splendid
the very best of what could be selected
in the 'self ', glory detected.
no wish to be blinded and apprehended
by uncertainty affected
rather, ones core centred
in prosperous success cemented.
aah... the spirit and mind captured
the slumber of soul raptured
toward heavenly vast liberties ascended
that understanding of serene peace, rendered.
could there be a more beauteous moment
than the loss of self in the glory of a morn so precious...?
GOOD MORNING SATURDAY.
Thursday, 18 October 2018
the glory of forgetting the urban jungle
vrooming, breaking, hooting...disgustingly impatient.
throttling through time, without any awareness that there be another kind of 'busy-ness' on the go.
a rose rich in bloom, its heady scent, intoxicating
speckled with the morning dew.
thorny be the stem, protecting petals luscious and rich
alluring in the splay of a perfect formation
and as a bud...tight, cloistered...an appealing sight
..the anticipation of its spread when the time be right....
Tuesday, 16 October 2018
|(inside a womans mind - internet)|
"...a sensitive tolerance of your stubbornness to hold on to the idea that it be taboo to let fly your sensual side.
The emotional frailty should u feel dejected and misunderstood, pushed, before u are ready to jump.
jump...?... where...?...nowhere actually...simply to embrace that which is already there...."
With all the calm he could muster, he stepped across the threshold, heart erratic, unsure if it was the right thing to do. But, he had to try. He had to find it again. He felt so dead ....so numb.
How many times he had sat with his manhood in hand, caressing himself into a hardness...what was in his head...?...not much...usually the same old same old...a fantasy of some sort.
Sexual and sensual intimacies between him and his partner had become so mundane, a chore, an expectation just to keep the ball rolling.
Was that how it was supposed to be or, was it more that they had grown apart...whatever the case was, he couldn't imagine she was content...how could she be...?... he wasn't...he wondered.In actuality, it didn't matter anymore.
That sensual, that sexual part...there or not...was not what kept them together... routine, the life they had shared over so many years...a loyalty to their efforts and what they had created....that is what kept them together...a love deeper than the physicality of self.
It was a conversation he had overheard that got him stepping over the threshold.
It went something like ...."...oh come on Jess! Who cares if there is an afterlife?? Who cares what is to come? U wont remember this life anyway, never mind any other previous lives! And u want me to live in this hell i know both of us are in?? Don't u think we both deserve better in this life?? This life we know and are aware of?? and should we meet in our next life...well..Que sera sera..."....he heard pain in the speakers voice. He thought it must have taken a lot of courage to broach a subject so sensitive and most definitely painful.
He got to thinking...was he destined to be loyal and accommodating in this life? This life that he claimed to cherish and honour living it to the fullest? The reality hurt for, he did not like the answer.
"...how piteous u are in your state of confusion...a grown man...an intelligent worldly man...stop whimpering...!... and wallowing...!...in your unnecessary numbness..
...give me your hands and let them be filled with the soft firm fullness of my breasts...feel...feel my nipples as they harden under your touch...let me pull your head back and sink my teeth into the side of your neck and pretend to suck out the very life that sadly fills your veins!!
Awake and moan for me!
Beg me to awaken those loins of yours!!
Beg for mercy as i ride ...deep and harsh your hard manhood...growl for me and pull me harder on u thrusting higher and higher as u feel the life seep back into every pore of your physical form...that kaleidoscope of brilliant colour...an explosive rainbow as u shout....
OH MY FUUUCCKKK!?!?!
do u eventually feel life???.... do u feel alive again....???..."
...he stepped over the threshold and back into the grey world again...this was just a temporary fix....he would need it over and over and damn the past years that he had surrendered to a bleakness of nothingness. It was time for change.
Sunday, 14 October 2018
if , quietly, peaceful in my seat i should sit,
an indulgent serenity, would be my grit,
an internalisation of spirit and self,
a conscious desire external intrusions to shelf.
that ageless selfishness to pamper my thoughts,
narcissistic endeavours, shares with those small of mind, aborts
for, how soft and giving and wanting it be
every imagined idea in my head, u would see.
the pleasures my flesh would know from your touch,
the yearning in your eyes, simply too much,
the ache that builds and throbs and calls...
every part of my being with such intensity trawls.
my mind does reel my head be full
a state of desperate need, the pull.
and thus, myself to caress with care
waiting for that moment myself to share.
oh gorgeous lover ...!...so there...in my head u reside
the torture of your absence knows not to subside,
your hands in my hair, your kiss on my shoulder,
deeper, more desirous, my wantonness does smoulder.
you have captured my senses and eaten my peace
for, in imaginings of u , a serenity still knows to reside
the oddity of your hold on my thoughts knows not to hide...
it feeds and nurtures an erotic seduction so bewitchingly addictive
no boundaries no limits ...u and i...all we can be...unrestrictive.
How often the mind knows to be tickled and tempted by dreams, knowing the possibility be there to bring it into reality. A dream reachable, a dream realistic...a dream possible.
And yet...one holds back. Why the fear to dabble in something new... why the fear to try...?
Why the hesitancy to apply oneself and take that shaky step forward in the direction of fruitful new beginnings?
Knowing to take example from others who had the courage to leap into the unknown...the faith that they would make it...but...first...arming oneself with research bringing knowledge, understanding and insight as to what the road forward could bring.
An awareness of not only the success that lies ahead of such an adventure but, more importantly, the pitfalls and challenges that would inevitably present themselves.
And, should one indulge in ones dreams then, what foolery it would be, to imagine one should not take on board wise words of advise and critic that would know to polish away the roughness of naivety , the novelty of new beginnings...an amateur applying oneself diligently and purposefully to embracing that dream...
...what a waste it would be for ego and arrogance to raise its ugly head.
Adapting, fine tuning yet ,never forgetting that unique self , that personal dream balanced with the wisdom of those that went ahead of one.
And thus, to dig deep, be honest, and realise the very best in ones self, is the truest form of acknowledgement of ones self...no matter the path...no matter the indulgence.
A bravery commanding , a diligence addictive,a perseverance conquering..
too cold to step outside
and thus indoors, i decide
a silken cloth , a gown real light
my nakedness to delight.
and even though the clouds do rage
a spirit sensual does engage...
the rain does drop,
it does not stop
that which burns,
that which churns...
a hug engaging
a kiss deranging
of all that holds pure indulgence back
knowing to bring seductiveness back on track
and thus...hands soft along the thigh
to travel up up ....up....real high
to feel the heat of a naughty woman's charm
that knows any gentleman's sanity to disarm.
Saturday, 6 October 2018
That bright light
Do feast your eyes upon me lover
Do come my way and discover
The glory of a morning wakening
Dreams preciously erotic in remembrance cradling.
But, the sun calls now, the morning risen
To tease me out of sleep, in the rising dawn imprison
A willing captured spirit I become
As the clutch of slumber becomes undone.
A promise though, I must confess
Throughout the day u shall my thoughts caress
No need those passions of last night's dreams to forget
A preference to daydream and new naughtiness beget.
So should u look into my eyes
In their depths u will find much desire lies
To have u near to make u mine
For each of us....on each other dine.
Friday, 5 October 2018
I shall allow the sun's rays to ride upon my back
Allow the warmth to kiss every part of my frame,
And, when the heat becomes too much
Another kiss, of a different sort...
To soothe my heated flesh.
That of a light breeze
To feather away and soothe the glisten of pearls of sweat
And last of all...
The most precious kiss of all...
Your kiss ... dear lover...
That knows to trace the arch of my back
The curve of my neck...
I shall allow kisses of the most wondrous sort
...to start my day...
Could it ever be too much to bask in the glory of a morn?
To expose oneself in naked regalia
For, be that not a natural state of affairs before our time?
A time when the fig leaf didn't exist
How lost and misguided be our spirit if we know not to simply be,
Simply anticipate the rise of a glorious morn...
...naked or not.
Tuesday, 2 October 2018
Let us be the best we know
Let us learn how to grow,
No matter the circumstance
No matter the chance,
Working toward a prosperous outcome, all thoughts advance.
Whatever the trepidition
Of the unknown, a healthy admission,
For, then, to take it in hand
Real tall stand,
Under foot place it strong
There, let it belong.
While with wings spread wide,
Willing and desirous, into new possibilities glide,
Let the heart beat brave
From shackled judgements be saved...
Expanded gloriously explosive a magical rainbow...!...
All that one touches and engages in, does show.
A mindset joyously happy and content
Will never feel spent
It knows not to engage
But, rather to find
And itself bind
To all things fruitful, caring and kind
Most definitely sensual and erotic
What more could one ask...?...
To be one's best in this small way...what a simple task.
Monday, 1 October 2018
Saturday, 29 September 2018
i would test the waters with my bare toes,
i would let them gently press against the softness u may display before me.
in your comfort no fear of actions unwanted
no hindrance to thought anticipating an unleashed, untethered feasting of your desire.
it would not cross your mind to flinch or mask the naughtiness,
of where u wish to be taken.
it would not cross your mind to verbalise...vocalise...anything else
whimpers of pleasure
a tone such that it sounds begging of further deeper dalliances,
...thought of, wanted, dreamt of,
fearful to imagine possible.
a naughtiness so sexy , so pleasurable of mind and body.
a kinkiness nothing more, than pleasurable playful erotica.
could there be anything more gratifying to self than the realisation
what true surrender may mean?
when reaction be the hardening of a shaft...
the contraction of a scrotum...
the beating of an erratic heart.
and once that "at first" has passed
and you lay before me a pleasuredrome of nerve endings so sensitive...
how could i ever hold myself back from cupping and clasping
that which firmly teases my eyesight.
Tuesday, 25 September 2018
it can be no other way
how could i not lean in toward u?
wish to topple over for no angle too sharp to take the risk.
be it not true that my eyes speak of adulation
as they look into yours?
be it not obvious that you make me smile
broader than the corners of my mouth?
can u not see my chest move with the beat of my heart?
is my speech not excited in its narration
each word falling over the next...a hurried garbled gibberish
of so much to want to share with u?
my thighs tremble.
my nipples harden.
a tingle sets deep within my womaness.
oh dear lover....
how u torture my imagination!
how i shall wish u into my reality!
and once there...a strangle hold of sweet kisses,
affections sensual and seductive
shall shower every part of your form.
i shall steal your logic
and u shall know no better
than, to simply want to be
Why would we want to restrict ourselves with the 'very little' that we know? Constantly professing to be so worldly and all-knowing? Taking offence to observation of another, possibly a debate opening up new horizons and allowing a flow of stimulating growth and venture into trains of thought productive, innovative and resourceful?
Does it matter what space we may find ourselves in? Does our designation make us wiser than another or, simply, a little more specialised in the field we may find ourselves in?
Then for those who have had the will and desire to adventure across board, arming themselves with experience and knowledge in various fields...does that make them a 'jack of all trades'...but...'a master of none' ?
To box oneself into a small frame...the frame of 'self'...the frame of 'ego'...
Does the magic then lie in knowing how to reach out to people... showing them possibilities they, knew anyway, to be there...and...only needed another to say...YOU CAN!...YOU KNOW!...YOU WILL SUCCEED!
And thus to sit on the precipice of brave acceptance, knowing ones limits, knowing ones hesitancy, knowing there is a wealth of knowledge to be heard , taken on board...and...even ...ones' own fair share of knowing to be shared.
Ones mind, ones thoughts...immeasurable...definitely...not boxed.
To journey forth with eyes wide open, ears keen and tongue...?...held...in patience to hear what may be shared.
Wednesday, 19 September 2018
"...oh come on! You must come outside!" She said, looking back at him through the glass doors.
He lay on the bed...stark naked...sweaty...euphoric and deliciously wasted. How she knew to be in his head. How she knew to read those thoughts.He realised what he lacked. That human touch. That touch that said...i care...that touch that took the time to make him feel himself again and then... the conversation. Most of it between them was so nonsensical yet, the lightness of their banter and at times, the seriousness of their topics did rest his mind. Funny how he didn't mind talking to her. Even more funny was the fact that he didn't mind listening to her.
In all she did, no matter how silly, she did it without excuse or second thought. It had got him to thinking.
He had become so....so...paper thin...so one sided...so monochromatic. Defined by boundaries of a life he had created. Defined by choices he made to keep the peace and others happy. It wasn't surprising that he began to withdraw from family life. Started looking for answers in places alien... his joyful dalliances had become a waste of time for those he shared his life with and he hadn't taken the energy to show them why they were not.
So...his love of many things got eroded by other peoples love of other things.
Only with time he began to realise the price he had paid and a sadness knew to fill his mind for, he didn't know how to turn the clock back and, go back to the beginning.
Would he know to make it different?
Would he have chosen the same path?
Most probably yes...and the reason...he hadn't been aware it might be wrong.
Living it felt good. Getting to the point of total meaningless abundance of 'stuff' and so-called perfect family relations had been at the cost of him being the arbitrator of his own fate and happiness. Now he knew that so-called 'good living' and keeping the peace may not have been what he thought it was. He valued what he had created . He valued those next to him and their happiness and well-being.
What was he to do.
He had turned to something so out of his comfort zone so not like him so dangerously addictive and influential on his whole life...
if any of them were to ever find out...he wondered if he was prepared to pay the price of losing some of that so-called perfect family unity and happiness he had thought he had.
Tuesday, 18 September 2018
oh beautiful day, how glorious u are in your newness
full of surprise in the hours to come.
little gusts of breeze titillating my nipples hard
and rays of sun warming the cockles of my heart.
a freshness ever evolving in nature
as Spring begins to show itself in buds and shoots of new green.
the arduous nature of work no longer a feature worrisome
for what greater pleasures could there be than to take example
of the glory of adventures still to come.
mine be the discovery of indulgences where the erotic meandering of my mind
will feature in the welcome of u...dear lover.
i shall embrace u into my soft nakedness and allow u the pleasure
of a telling, yearning body.
a body burning to wake every part of your being
with touch gentle,
kisses soft...demanding a yielding in your responding lips.
u shall wish to whisper how u have dreamt of me and longed for me
i shall swallow your words before they be said with my mouth upon yours...
there will be no time for talk,
rather, let us breath each other in.
let us see each other once more
and devour the sight of each other with our hungry gaze.
let us show the day what wonders know to dwell when we are together.
let us make her envy our unplanned adventure ,
our day together
and, the promises it holds.
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