Whispered Confession

We kiss,
 a dream "We" are made of
 (laying in my lovers arms)
 of  bitter sweet and shear ecstasy
 Jagged  pill- Truth, the noble entity  prophesies,
 Disaster this love will be
Kiss me quickly!
 Chasing away this shadow of reality
 Turn truth to doubt by the closeness of our lips
 Yet this... this...
 the fact that lingers...
 It is not love; it is not lust
 But calculated affection that binds us
 yet is it not safer so, is it not enough?...

My Forte, Your Attraction…? (dVerse)

Are you aware of me?
Are you aware of the skin of me
o
r its content, of body or of soul?

Would you rather look or listen?
How do you perceive me
in audio or vision?

What is it about me that strikes you,
is it the fast spoken sentences that run
like water off my tongue?
Do they make sense to you,
are my opinion appreciated?
Or do you just love my tongue?
Do you prefer to watch lush lips as they make

shape at the O’s and accent of every word?
… please don’t stare too long.

Do you like the sound of my giggly laughter?
Does it fill you heart with glee?
speak sincerely
Or is it just the look on my face,
to watch as my bosom heaves at every chuckle?
My head falling back showing my neck
and in that instance your mind and body debate.

What draws you to me, what lures you?
I pray my looks do not overpower my loudity,
Allow it not deceive you,
Hear me and fall in love with me
not my voice alone but the content of me, let
them touch you so whether in lust or in love
should you ever walk away you leave with
me in my verse- Here I will stay forever
perhaps not in your heart but alive in your head…

Lo…Ust!

Those hands and lips that did me much pleasure
That tongue that roamed living me in a state of leisure
You were my drug, my dose of ecstasy
In moments passion I look down upon our bodies
joined as one and I crave this eternity

But is it fate for me?
Is it meant to be?
So says fate

“Nay, only futility
Sure sex is sweet fruit yet as candy too much-too bad for the tooth”

The taste of your juice- mouth, skin and down under
The feel of you, my mind and body shudder-I wonder
could you be my thunder?
If so then I seek for it to Rrrain forever!!!
My avenging angel by Eros sent to subdue my cares
momentarily as we mesh undoubtedly in the bosom of ecstasy

bigstock-Love-in-text-15394607I wanting you, you wanting me, this just has to be Lo… Ust!
So where is the Love?
Question that echoes ever so faintly as we fashion our interpretation of “Love”

bigstock-Lust-44528956Please make a way for fate to say we are worthy
To lose you would hurt me
What to do with these feelings that corrupt me
Cursed ’cause I’m craving your body
while true love is on the high seas…
O HEAVEN HELP ME!

POETRY AND PANCAKES

Day breaks
and I lay awake
reminiscing
Last night
now
a
vision

Those almost kisses
Orgasmic near misses
as your body mixes with mine
Damn!
such sweet wine
O so fine

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Googled!

Your tongue full of tricks
in my mouth transfixed
keeps hush the screams
wild fire, porn scenes
the dashes and clashes
as your ravage my Ravine

DAMN!
Breakfast comes all too quickly!

So abrupt,
the smell of pancakes
rudely disrupt
my daydream
of the night’s passing
but alas
you’re here

You draw near
and I deliberate
on how you make it up to me
Gladly for all its worth
we settle for dessert
love making
in all its
poetry

🙂

8 Minutes or Less

The taste of salt and sweat of your skin is sweet
but the taste of your tears is much sweeter

To feel your body overwhelmed,
Arms wrapped around me- heavy breathing

Your silence…
It can never amount to the saline dam that our love making just broke…

Festival King
5 minutes

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Scott’s rave: This is awesome poetry, as it pulls me in not only from the good writing, but in analysis of all the meaning that the writer is expressing for her muse. Festival King is an artist of poetic expression and I like her art so much that I almost can’t stand it! Ending this one in “Your silence….” and then what is that saline dam that broke? Not physically, but what in the soul could make such a thing happen? I’m in awe, and yet I think I understand it all. Beautiful work again Festival King!!…

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Thanks Scott Mitchell for sharing my world!!!! 🙂

8 Minutes or Less

Butterfly to my honeysuckle
lays himself within my petals
Having his fill of sweet nectar

Have your fill dear butterfly
and at rapturous end
within my petals lay still

~

Festival King

Scott’s rave: Ok, I’m catching my breath here and questioning whether or not reading such amazing and intense poetry is safe for me in the morning. I particularly relate to this one by Festival King because I’ve used butterflies and flower petals myself in some of my intimate poems. And the second stanza of this one captivates me, imagining 2 intense moments. Having one’s fill and then laying still. Yes, I believe even laying still is intense because of all that it concludes and confirms. Wow! A big thanks to Festival King! She has been a friend of mine for over a year and I always look forward to her writing. Please visit her blog Festival King!!

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Christmas Cheers To Friends Anonymous!

The poem you see below was dedicated to ME… (Batting my eyelids)
😀 hahahaha!!! :D… Not THAT way anyways! He saw my blog and was inspired to send this piece my way… I titled it though! 😉

I call it “Indecent Proposal in December”

Indecent Proposal in December

We’ve talked but never spoken,

Both in relationships given as a token,

Your words are effortless,

Written with a grace and charm that leaves me breathless,

A night with you would be sinful,

No strings attached, just lustful.

We won’t have to worry about tomorrow.

I quote “the aftermath of a fling never has to end in sorrow”

Memories of my touch  and its warmth will bring back the urge.

The thought of our one night union your mind will never wish to purge.

This is a moment in time yet to be experienced in December.

Decide now to leave or to choose a month to remember…

©2011 Uchiwally

To think “Uchiwally” and I bonded over  the Blackberry network.. and NO, we’ve never met  😀 …. I’m glad I’ve got anonymous friends with such skillz, and that includes YOU my dear reader! 😉

Stay blessed this WONDERFUL Season of Christmas Cheer… Despite all Odds.

…xoxo… 😉 🙂