Slip Of The Tongue

Her mind fills with filth,
daydreams bring a smile.
Body tingles in anticipation,
begging, now, now, now.

Brown eyes slowly close,
back arching just enough.
Palm glides over pallid flesh,
moving down, down, down.

Digits pull the zipper,
tugging at dark denim,
Heart beating all alone,
hearing, pound, pound, pound.

Hand slips between thighs,
feeling such a warmth.
Finger teasing damp cotton,
circling 'round, 'round, 'round

Now
she starts,
too needy to stop.
Body heating.
Body squirming.
Longing for it.

Down
she slides,
feeling the heat.
Slipping in.
Slipping out.
Here she goes.

Pound
a pillow,
with her palm.
Back arching.
Thighs quivering.
Loving it so.

'Round
her mind,
spun fantasies.
Moaning soft.
Moaning loud.
Here she comes.

Body shakes.
A chill.
Toes curl.
A detail.
Lips part.
A moan.
Voice screams.
A name.

Not his name.
A new name.
A forbidden name.
A better name.HER name.

Oops.

No Greater Force

Beneath the waves of your soft and timeless beauty
I dive deeper with every passing day
Fully immersed in the depths of your secret places
Where merely a sigh washes existence away
I am consumed by the fire in your ardent eyes
Your glance ignites my soul’s wistful ember
Arousing a new passion burning intense and wild
Loosing the fetters of life’s cruel encumber
Come into me and I will come into you
Like wind stirring across the starry night
Unseen hands caressing the everlasting creation
Enamoring hidden wings of dauntless flight
Willfully I surrender to love’s reckless course
For the universe alone holds no greater force

Enchanted

You entered my mind and enchanted my soul;
I felt your beguiling presence but never touched you.
Your voice whispers in my ear.
Your words follow and pierce me;
Causing an inhuman desire,
A constant thirst that can not be quenched.
My body felt your dreamlike touch;
Your soft, hypnotic kiss caresses me.
Your mind seduction enslaves me.
You beckoned me to follow,
Knowing I could not deny you.
You beckoned me to come,
Knowing I would.
And when I came.....
Your name was on my lips.

Spotlighting: Pablo Neruda

Pablo Neruda was the pseudonym of the Chilean poet Ricardo Neftali Reyes Basualto. He was born in Parral a little town in central Chile, but moved to Temuco city when he was only months old. It was in this city where he showed interest in poetry and made his early works, and where he picked Pablo Neruda as a pseudonym because his father did not approve of his writing. He is considered one of the greatest Spanish-language poets of the 20th century.

He is called the poet of love, because his poetry is so sensual and sometimes very erotic. He was Chilean honorary consulship in Burma, Ceylon, Java, Singapore, Buenos Aires, Barcelona, and Madrid. In 1943, he returned to Chile but he left the country in 1949 because the Chilean President Gabriel Gonzalez Videla was chasing him for political reasons. Between 1949 to 1952 he lived in exile in different European countries. He was also known as an outspoken communist. he died in Santiago de Chile, few days after the coup of state on September 11th of 1973 where his friend Salvador Allende (the first socialist President to been elected democratically by the people in Latin America) died.

Trivia

He was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1971.

Children: Malva Marina (b.1934, d.1942)

Colombian novelist Gabriel García Márquez considers him the greatest poet of the 20th Century in any language. Mexican poet Octavio Paz considered Neruda "a servant of fascism".

Federico García Lorca was a primary influence on his style. The two poets were close friends up until Lorca's execution during the Spanish Civil War.

Biography/bibliography in: "Contemporary Authors". New Revision Series, Vol. 131, pages 321-330. Farmington Hills, MI: Thomson Gale, 2005.

The love poetry Patch Adams (Robin Williams) read to Corinne Fisher (Monica Potter) in the movie Patch Adams was from Pablo Neruda's "100 Love Sonnets : Cien sonetos de amor".

Kenneth Rexroth's translation of Pablo Neruda's 1955 poem "Brown and Agile Child" is shown on the back cover of Jackson Browne's 1976 album "The Pretender".

Adopted the pen name Pablo Neruda as a tribute to the Czech writer and poet Jan Neruda (1834-1891).


Personal Quotes

Love is so short and forgetting so long.

Only with burning patience shall we conquer the splendid city which shall give light, justice and dignity to all men. Thus shall Poetry not have sung in vain.

They may mow down all the flowers, but they can't stop spring. (I LOVE this quote)

Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.

Shyness is a condition foreign to the heart - a category, a dimension which leads to loneliness.

The poem featured below is from Pablo's 100 Love Sonnets and is one of my favorites by him--Sonnet XLV "Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day"

Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --

because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long

and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station

when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.

Don't leave me, even for an hour, because

then the little drops of anguish will all run together,

the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift

into me, choking my lost heart.

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;

may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.

Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,

because in that moment you'll have gone so far

I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,

Will you come back? Will you leave me here,

dying?

Continuation...

...the after thought...

She lies spent before me, exhausted, vulnerable, sated beyond her wildest dreams...She is mine. The demise of her greed...left only her utterances...echoing inside her mind...her mind now mine...of all complexity stripped bare...now she flies...and she flies for me. She is mine.

I study her breathing, her every movement, she is a part of me, an extension of my own flesh, of my very soul. My bright eyes now even more alive...soaking her in...my love, my prize, my muse....my girl.

The urge to cover her shivering body I quash, for her flesh dances to my tune, warm and relentless...but safe - I hold her...just out of reach...there to catch her.

I study her intently as she trembles, fatigued physically, but still mentally in full flight, she is mine. Kite-like she soars, beautiful, majestic, free...but she will return to the gauntlet of my control and settle. For she is mine.

For me she strives for perfection, endlessly sculpted and refined...my control - her religion. She is mine. Her body my canvas, her every mark - my design...she is mine.

Her deep dark mind - my playground...her soul my treasure...she is mine. Her body my instrument, its divine symphony - under my orchestration...She is mine.

Her sexuality redefined, her desires redirected - she is mine. I walk barefoot through the oasis of her mind...picking the flowers of her hopes, collecting her dreams - for they are mine. All mine. She is mine

You Belong To Me

In an effort to shift my focus from all the bullshit lately, I tried to think about other things...I've been writing all day, so this post might be a little long...it seems I found myself in a "mood" and it just kept going. It isn't really a poem, isn't really a story, guess it's just freewriting (in every sense of the word)...again, just an effort to shift my focus a little bit, so it may even seem to ramble (sorry, about that...100 re-reads and it seems coherent and cohesive to me, but hey ::grins:: I'm a little fuzzy lately) Lengthy as it may be, I hope you enjoy it. Sort of mixes sex and some religious references, so if that kind of material may offend you, please stop here.

You smile at me.

Sweet.

Enticing.

Unaware.

I can only smirk devilishly.

My eyes smolder like embers

as they scan your body slowly

examining the chances that you might be able to take me.

You think you can win

with your innocence by your side

telling you that I would never try to do the things that are racing through my head

things I would love to do to your slick flesh

consuming my thoughts like the black plague of twisted passion.

Let me tell you now.

I can take you.

You sit silently in your comfortable room

wrapped in the atmosphere

of unparalleled security

that you breathe in with complete trust

and love.

You think no one is watching.

But I am.

I always am.

When you rest your pretty head

on the dreams you hope will swallow you

when you close your eyes

I’m waiting

waiting

in the shadows

silently creeping

like a hungry spider

coming upon my prey

ready to inject my lust into your bloodstream

preparing you

so I can feast upon your tender flesh

I can take you.

I love how you struggle

against my body

squirming

making my thighs sticky sweet.

As I tangle my fingers into your hair and exert my control

Drawing your head back and exposing your racing pulse

To a wanton, passionate bite...piercing your flesh,marking you--

your body tenses so beautifully-

I love that feeling, when you're beneath me

I taste faint traces of your surrender in a drop of crimson blood on the tip of my tongue as I trace your lips apart then feed it back to you in a slow, deep, erotic kiss

I love how you growl

whimper

plead and purr. Stutter raggedly "f-fuck me"

As a single, powerful, hungry thrust checkmates your defenses

and robs you of your breath

It makes my devilishly smiling mouth water with anticipation and my head drops once more

as teeth rake the aching sensitivity of your nipples,

you lactate liquid love in an effort to appease my animalistic appetite,

and I drink you in-as if I've wandered parched thru the desert for ages.

I love the way you feign escape

Knowing you want nothing more than to be taken

Fucked, filled--felt.

I fill you. I feel you.

I.

Fuck.

You.

Scream.

Yes, be my baby bitch...

(You'll still be my baby girl tomorrow)

The ever willing,ever open vessel into which I drip all of my desire

As I pin your wrists to your pillow

Hover over you, your ethereal lover,

breaking you wide open with my staunch stare

Claiming you inch by delectable inch

Scream for me. Would a feverish, well placed smack on your perfect ass help?

Or maybe a few? Yes! Scream for me.

Your sweet agony fills my ears

like a symphony created by the gods.

Piercing.

Ferocious.

Gorgeous.

But don't cum, no baby, not yet. Save it.

I love this exquisite view of you rocking precariously on the edge.

I could lick your wounds if you asked me nicely.

Begged me in that sultry "Daddi's girl" voice

I could lick...

...lick

...lick

them until you are whole again.

But first

you must surrender, completely.

Your heart.

Your soul.

Your body.

Your mind.

Get on your knees, and I'll gaze down upon you.

Glowing, flickering eyes meant to captivate you

You want to be captivated,captive,captured. Don't you?

Strong fingers glide through your hair

As you bow your head

to worship

at the Temple of Mons Veneris

Persuade me through the reverence of your angelic tongue

that I, and I alone hold immense presence throughout your entire being-

Each devout stroke an unspoken declaration, that you are indeed my ever willing

vessel...as evidence of your adoration oozes, glistening down your thighs

You know.

I can be your savior and you could be the patron saint of my darkest devotions.

Let your sweet begging

become an endless mantra whispered into my depths-

echoing forever more

through my steaming core.

Pay your tithes through each fiery flick of your velvet tongue

and I will baptize you with a flood in the name of Love, Lust, & Belonging.

Then rise.

Yes baby.Rise.

Be mine.

I embrace you, guiding you back to the edge of our bed-

Lay back, open up for me, as my nails carve my omnipotent dominion

into your slick, quaking thighs

Let me feed upon you, consume you, devour you

tasting your flesh til my heart’s content. I'm starving. For you.

And upon consummation you become forever a part of me-I carry you within me

Always

I must confess:

your beauty is magnificent

when you’re aching.

I love it.

And I realize that

I love you

as you writhe in my hands.

You have given me

everything I have craved for so long.

As your ache melts to bliss,tears well up in your eyes

A whispered command sets you free

"Cum for me"

And your absolute surrender spills down the back of my throat

...swallowed whole

sweet communion-and it's over...

The softest, loving kiss upon your delicately throbbing clit

…and you belong to me.

Confusion

I didn't write the poem below, the author is unknown...just posting it because I can't even tell you how closely I identify with this right now (a few of you would understand though).

I try to keep myself in a positive frame of mind at all times, but there are times when I just feel bombarded with one thing after another, after another, after another...times when I plead for it to stop just long enough for me to catch my breath, regroup my thoughts and consider the next step. Sometimes it seems the break is a long time coming. Those are the times my light of positivity grows a little dim...and I have to remind myself that endurance is one of the most difficult disciplines, but it is to the one that endures that the final victory comes.

And I will keep pushing and pushing, trying to be the pillar of strength--even when I feel like crumbling...because that's all I know.

The Beautiful You

I love this story...it touches my heart in a most magnificent way. So I thought I would share it with you. I hope you like it as much as I do.

We place great emphasis on a narrow idea of physical beauty.

In an American history discussion group, the professor was trying to explain how, throughout history, the concept of "beauty" changes with time. "For example," he said, "take the 1921 Miss America. She stood five-foot-one inch tall, weighed 108 pounds and sported a 30-inch bust, a 25-inch waist and 32-inch hips. How do you think she'd do in today's version of the contest?"

The class fell silent for a moment. Then one student piped up, "Not very well."

"Why is that?" asked the professor.

"For one thing," the student pointed out, "she'd be way too old."

Good point -- she'd be way too old. But beauty is a peculiar thing, for it means something a little different to each of us. And it isn't always about appearance. Sometimes beauty is a quality that softly shines from inner depths. And you may actually radiate more inner beauty than you realize.

An elderly woman noticed that her granddaughter felt embarrassed by her freckles. "I love your freckles," she said, kneeling beside the girl and admiring her face.

"Not me," the child replied.

"Well, when I was a little girl I always wanted freckles," the grandmother said, tracing her finger across the child's cheek. "Freckles are beautiful."

The girl looked up. "Really?"

"Of course," said her grandmother. "Why just name one thing that's prettier than freckles."

The little girl peered into the old woman's smiling face, aglow with kindness and love. "Wrinkles," she answered softly.

The physical beauty of youth will fade. But the beauty of a spirit, when nurtured, can grow forever.

~ Steve Goodier ~

Where It All Starts

Between the lines
Is where it all starts;
Watching her hands move
Watching the dropping of her eyelashes
the tilt of her eyebrows

The pauses
When she stops to arrange
her thoughts

And I can only gaze
Stupefied,
Hanging onto the silence
Before her next------ word

My Michael Jackson Tribute

My tribute to the passing of a huge part of my life--I loved the music, I respected the man. R.I.P Michael

-Also it is not lost on me that you can't really see his face in any of the three silhouette's...it's a sign of respect in my mind I guess, because he never really seemed happy with so many aspects of himself...his face being the most obvious thing to us as the public that he wished to change.

Dear Michael, blank slate...just for you, paint it as *you* wish. My love for a lifetime of memories.

The picture below is a preview...please view the full size version here (click on full view at the top of that page)--FULL SIZE MJ TRIBUTE (I wish I could figure out how to resize images for Blogger to at least make them a *little* bigger. I'm working on it.)

New Art By Tigress

I guess the best way to showcase a few works at a time would be a slideshow...though I don't think the small size of the slideshow really does them justice...if you'd like to see the full size version of any of them, let me know or you can check them out at my DeviantArt spot...(There's a link over to your left in the sidebar orrrr right here Tigress's DeviantArt Spot ). Enjoy!

A Part Of Me

Giving you a part of me
My heart exposed
The need to touch
Sweet caresses linger
Eyes meet lips taste
Whispers of love
Desire fills the air
Passion igniting flames
Heat swallowing you whole
Branding your soul
As I breathe
My love into you

Spotlighting: It's Fine Today

I thought I'd start a new feature here and spotlight poems that inspire me, move me, or that I connect with on a deeper level in one way or another. Considering my mood the past couple of days, this one struck a chord with me. I like the flow, the dialect is so similar to the way I really speak, and the message is a message of appreciation for the present moment.

Sure, this world is full of trouble-
I ain't said it ain't.
Lord, I've had enough and double
Reason for complaint;
Rain and storm have come to fret me,
Skies are often gray;
Thorns and brambles have beset me
On the road - but say,
Ain't it fine today?

What's the use of always weepin',
Making trouble last?
What's the use of always keepin'
Thinkin' of the past?
Each must have his tribulation -
Water with his wine;
Life, it ain't no celebration,
Trouble? - I've had mine -
But today is fine!

It's today that I am livin',
Not a month ago.
Havin'; losin'; takin'; givin';
As time wills it so.
Yesterday a cloud of sorrow
Fell across the way,
It may rain again tomorrow,
It may rain - but say,
Ain't it fine today?

By Douglas Malloch

Fired Up

Glass of wine. Check. Laptop. Check. Enough raw emotion spilling forth that I NEED to sit down and rant for a minute. Check. So let me just go ahead and warn you now, Tigress is about to vent...I'm posting it in a blog so that you can freely decide "I don't wanna hear that shit" and close the window now if you so choose.

I guess first of all I need to fill you in a little bit on the dynamics of my family structure. I live next door to my mother, with my girlfriend of ten years, our houses are actually semi-connected with an open walkway between them. My mother lives with my older sister (sister is three years older than me), my niece and my oldest nephew, (which my mother has had full custody of since they were both infants) and also my youngest nephew (whom my older sister IS actually raising, he'll be two in September). Confused enough already? Just wait.

I live next door to my mother for two reasons. The first is that she is not in the best of health and though my oldest sister lives with her, *I* am the responsible one, so when anything happens, I'm the one that has to handle it. I've helped my mother through a hip replacement, a knee replacement, two heart stints, a quadruple bypass, and countless stays in the hospital. The second reason is that she is on a fixed income and because she actually owns the house I live in, we pay "rent" to her, which is effectively...half of all of her bills, so that helps her out.

Not only do we pay rent...it is also I that does virtually any repair or upkeep. Cutting the grass, replacing steps, painting, taking care of the way too damn big swimming pool, hell replacing the entire fucking corner of my house because faulty gutters had caused it to rot, (hand rearing 4 suprise baby bunnies). Yeah. I did that. And that's just a drop in the bucket.

But my mother is so ungrateful. She doesn't give me credit for a damn thing I have ever done in my life. ::taking another sip as the tears well up and impair my typing ability for a moment::

She doesn't realize that effectively, my whole life has been on hold for the past 6 years, because my priority has been to try to take care of her. She was the one that took care of my great grandmother, my grandmother, and my great aunt during their last years/months...I was her backup even then, the one to be there and help her. So I guess you can say that I was just raised to believe that when your loved ones need you, you're there. Regardless of how much it cramps your own lifestyle. Family comes first.

So, she's bitching about some things that need to be repaired right now...I have told her, not only does it take money...I do not have the skill set to fix EVERYTHING...for instance, I can pull up your damn toilet, replace your wax ring, and hook the toilet back up (add that to the list of things I've done). But I'm not a fucking plumber. There are busted pipes leaking into our yard right now that I can *not* fix...I've told her we need a plumber for that, instead she buys a trampoline. I told her no one had the money to put into that gigantic pool this year...she filled it up anyway, now the filter is broken, the water is turning green and a cracked piece of pipe is all that's keeping all 33,000 gallons from draining into the neighbors yard. (I think I can fix that though..but she's gonna keep pushing me with her ungrateful attitude and I'm telling you...I'm just gonna slip right on into the "fuck it" stage).

Needless to say, *I*...the ever responsible daughter, have been telling her she needs to get her priorities straight. I told her the house was falling apart. Her response was "I shouldn't have to take care of everything". Fucking what?! Did I just hear you right? I said to her "Is it somehow my job to finanacially take care of this house until your death, is it not enough that I do all the labor, that I've saved you countless thousands?". To which her response was "I hope the whole fuckin' thing burns down!". Fucking what?! Did I just hear you right? You just wished your house would burn down, knowing that is the home of three of your grandchildren...This is when I started crying and told her she had to be one of the most insensitive people I've ever known. Then I told her, perhaps all her fucking negativity draws negativity right to her. Told her that the universe was listening, keep talking shit. That's just the jist of it, we argued over things she likes to throw at me that aren't even closely relevant to the issue at hand.

Don't get me wrong...I love my mother. Dearly. It was just a little over two weeks ago she was rushed to the hospital in an ambulance...and I was honestly scared out of my mind. ::fighting back another well of emotion:: But what can I do when I *know* she needs me, but I might as well be fucking invisible...because that's how much my opinion (or my common sense) counts? What can I do, when I long for a little freedom of my own, but there are bigger responsibilities that need to be taken care of? What can I do when she purposely, willfully hurts me--for seemingly no reason, despite all I've done? I don't know. All I know is that my "heart" tells me I should be here...but being here causes me a little heart trouble of my own...and sometimes, I just feel broken.