I've Got You

Your cherry red lips invite me to kiss

Feeling the soft sensation

The wetness of your mouth

Is enough to make me want to

Trace my lips gently

Along your gracefully curved neck.

Your elegant fingers run through my hair

And your head is tilted backwards

With your mouth open in a silent scream

As my hand glides slowly up your leg

And I touch you for the first time

You wrap your legs around me

Drawing me into you like a spider would a fly

My heart beats faster as I come to know

The true extent of your angelic beauty when

Every inch of your bare naked body

Becomes mine to play with

And when your body starts twitching and trembling

And you’ve completely lost control,

When you’re paralyzed in paradise,

I’ll be right there with you baby.

I've got you.

Could be...

She.

An undiluted passionate force that imprints the soul of anyone to come near her. She is fire and she was born to burn.

Across the room, centre stage, she is all that can be focused on. Others dance behind, the music rages on, but all you see is her. Her determined expression masking the utter raw and terrified girl that lies within. She moves, so fluidly and free, as if she was destined to do so. She sings like a caged bird desperate for freedom. She is beauty, she is fear, she is love and she is pain.

She is also totally unaware of it.

With a single word, she break hearts. And each time, she sells her own a little. She is so used to her own defenses that she hides from herself and pushes away the ones who could help her.

She is strength and independence. she holds the entire world on her shoulders, and if anyone questions the fact, her resolve grows, and she starts sprinting and dancing with the weight.

She takes on a disgusting, hurtful and closed minded world, every single day. She fights for those who can't fight for themselves.

She is pride and determination. Once her principles are set, she sticks to them, no matter the cost to her own happiness, she will not cross herself.

She is sensual. Subtly enchanting and seductive, she slips inside the senses and drives the best of us to insanity with just a smile, a glance, or a touch of her hand.

She is in control. She makes sure that no one knows exactly where they are with her. She makes sure she dominates the relationship and the situation...that way, if it goes wrong, and she gets hurt, than it'll be on her terms, it'll be her own fault and her own plan, no one elses.

She is confusing, demanding and terrifying. Yet-

She is loving, comforting, and protective.

She is patience and she is volitility.

She is beautiful. She is mystery.

Maybe. Just maybe.

She.

could be

.....me.

A New Perspective

On her knees, she gains a new perspective
On her knees, she achieves a sense of herself
On her knees, eyes gazed upward
On her knees, where she chooses to be

Standing straight, she feels my presence
Standing tall, my shadow shields
Standing silent, she hears my heartbeat
Standing still, she begins to yield

Its my wishes, that are her purpose
It is my commands she obeys
It is my voice that drowns the world out
It is here that she will stay

Two pieces of a puzzle
Incomplete without the fit
She feels she is nothing when she is without me
But has it all when she submits

Portrait Of My Mind

If I could paint a portrait of my mind
A masterpiece to show the world my thought
Displaying every path I've walked entwined
With every dream that I have ever sought

Would paint drip then to show the path of tears
Then pool to represent unfailing faith
And darker shades to hide my secret fears
Yet gold to show as courage underneath

A finger dipped in gray to represent
The shades that lie between my reasons why
And drops of red to bleed for loves now spent
The deeper hues for those that made me cry


If I could paint a portrait of my mind
Would such a picture represent me well
The pieces that are me in paint defined
For words alone are not enough to tell

The Power Of The Pen

The pen waits patiently
ready to caress between the lines
It teases open the notebook
waiting for the muse to respond
to the rhythm of the rambling pen
Dipping into her ink
inviting, urging, begging her to come
Penetrating the imagination
fantasies flowing onto paper
fantasies of us
of a love
passionate & sensual
heightened arousal
constant cravings
for the one that
shall be like
a euphoric drug
the inspiration
for all that is done
but also a sickness
a festering obsession
when thirst is left unquenched
as this love remains unknown
the drug is only enough
for thoughts penned to paper
making fantasy
a brief reality
for the heart & the mind
And moisture weeps between
my thighs
As words spill onto the page

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.

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.

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

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

Tortured Words

Sometimes I like to torture words

with obscene acts to nouns and verbs.

I tie them up in sentences

and whip them till they make no sense.

I love the screams of prepositions

while pulling them in odd positions;

and conjunctions make a lovely din

when decapitated by my pen.

I bind the wrists of adjectives

just for the pleasure that it gives

and adverbs leave me hot and bothered

once their meaning is uncovered.

Interjections beg for release

with pronouns trembling on their knees.

And once my fiendish work is done,

you'll find that I have just begun

my scheme to try and make you see

it's not perverse - it's poetry.

Do You Know....

Do you know that I dream of you?

I lay myself down in the warmth of my bed

And visions of you promenade in my head

I held you close in the heat of the night

Heartbeats matched, souls intertwined

Do you know that I dream of you?

Summer kisses ever so sweet

Warm bodies outlined by cool cotton sheets

Softest touch on silky smooth skin

Whispers drawing passion from within

Do you know that I dream of you?

The fluid warmth of love begins

Sizzling look and mischievious grin

The taste of lust upon your lips

Seizing tantalyzing little sips

Do you know that I dream of you?

Radiant feelings breaking free

Whirling thoughts you can not see

Senses racing with this fire

The burn of yet unquenched desire

Do you know that I dream of you?

In every hollow space I ache

And only you can fill this void

A single touch from my mirage

Leaves my senses overjoyed

In wordless communication we speak

And the air, with our desire, weeps

Tell me. Do you know that I dream of you?

Your shimmering eyes they melt my soul

Bodies connected, feeling whole

Every nerve throbbing without cease

Building towards a sweet release

We make love nice and slow

Then bask unclothed in the afterglow

Do you know that I dream of you?

As fingers twirl into your hair

I can't help but to be aware

Holding you in my adoring arms

I'm helplessly taken by your charms

Do. you. know. that I dream of you?

Then smiling I awaken

Wait. Quick realization...

And I pause...

-

-

-

How sweet, how distant, how true?

That delicious touch that woke me with yearning...

Do you know that I dream of you?

Silhouette

Moonlight dances from a distance in celebration of your beauty; lauding,

Stars dim in your brilliance- your sensuality, your femininity applauding.

An aura that spellbinds- causing even the most callous to turn their heads,

Subtle yet seductive as the very darkness caresses, while you lie in bed.

Rising up so queenly and elegant- you greet the night with skin so soft,

Gracefully you move, hardly granting a sound- angels bearing you aloft.

Oh but to touch, to taste, to experience such loveliness divine- ah but a dream,

Such splendor is to be adored, admired from afar- always out of reach it seems.