Love Poems
You stand there, dripping, all tied up, leaving me with so many places to go. Blindfolded, your senses heightened. You squirm in your restraints, not wanting to be free. My mouth begins to water as I drop to my knees,...
You’re Words
"Your words and my imagination........."
As I woke this morning I had you on my mind. I lifted my head; I pictured your face, so handsome and so kind. I looked on through the rays of sun, out to the world outside. In doing this...
ECHOESThe echoes of you, linger within the bedroomThe once lively surroundings, of your voice and smell of your perfumeThe smoothing shapely perfection, of your arched spineOur legs crossed as lovers, our bodies intertwinedYour touch, your smell, the way you awoke...
Sonnets for the New Year
"Sonnets written on New Year's Day about the disintergration of love"
Tenderly, I think of you, lovelierthan I have ever known. Your eyes sing,your voice dances, your hair, fluffierand wilder than when gypsies laugh and flingtheir hearts like tambourines and a fiddleplays. You dazzle me, but like a rainbowI can’t reach,...
There is Only Now
"Thoughts about an internet relationship"
There is Only Now We can only live in the moment No past or future, only the present Time stolen from others Out of the dimensions of time and space. Moments seem endless And hours seem short Because of the...
Pining
"i love being from the south"
Pining is such an old fashioned word and yet, it is truly my experience. I rock on my front porch, fan myself languidly, and sigh. My desire is that you come sit beside me on my porch swing and hold...
I feel the urge urge to feel you urge to talk to you urge to kiss you urge to take care urge to love urge to feel passion urge to desire you desire to hold you desire to tickle you...
Mulli’s love
"Dedicated to my wonderful Mulli"
The hardships and trials; all that defiles The one that I love I want to shove Down to hell While I hear the bells Ringing my love for you I don't need a bloody coup To gain your heart Mine...
Night and Day
"Thoughts of an absent lover"
This is a first effort at publication. Please be gentle. It is twilight – that wonderful time between day and night That the French call l’heure bleue – the blue hour. As I look out over the water, the infinite...