Love is patient with a life
That brings its share of pain.
We know sometime there is an end
To the most stubborn rain.
We know the sun comes out again
On a world that's fresh and new,
And all the gifts we freely give
Somewhere, sometime accrue.
We know sometimes we have to wait
For life to come around,
And sometimes that it won't, but still
There's some good to be found.
And even when things happen that
Your soul can hardly bear,
Know that I'll be next to you;
My love is always there.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Love Is Patient with a Life
Just Loving You Has Been a Revelation
Just loving you has been a revelation,
Even if you hadn't loved me back.
My heart now knows the secret paths of pleasure,
Exchanging ends and means for greater treasure,
Losing lust and grateful for the lack,
Yet relishing the play of shared sensation.
Monday, February 25, 2008
I'm Sorry for the Way I Say I Love You
I'm sorry for the way I say I love you.
I know this kind of talk is far too soon.
I cannot stop myself; I just adore you.
And so this truth pronounces its own doom.
But when a truth betrays itself, I wonder:
Could it be that such a truth be true?
Or could the sweet compulsion that I'm under
Be caused in part by ignorance of you?
I know only the truth of what I feel,
Which lies beneath all sanity or rule.
My love for you is deep and rich and real,
Though it may be I simply am a fool.
Time will tell the truth, for if you do
Not want my love, I cannot long love you.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
I Love You with All I Am
I love you with all I am
And all I'll ever be.
You are my moon, my sun and stars,
My earth, my sky, my sea.
My love for you goes down and down
Beneath both life and death,
So deep it must remain when I
Have drawn my last faint breath.
Holding you for months and years
Will make Time disappear,
Will make your lips my lips, your face
My face, your tear my tear;
Will make us one strange personage
All intertwined in bliss,
Not man or woman, live or dead--
Just nothing--but a kiss!
Saturday, February 23, 2008
I Am of the Desert, You of Cultivation
I am of the desert, you of cultivation:
Simplicity to me, to you is desolation;
Heat, thirst, and agony I seek out on vacation,
While you look for elegance and quiet restoration.
I am of the ocean, you are of the shore:
You want fewer waves, I manufacture more;
You like tranquil bays, I love the rollers' roar;
In me, a wild emptiness; in you, a quiet core.
While I am like a stream, you are like a lake:
I babble over boulders, you reflections make;
I rush forward heedlessly, as bones and branches break;
You part before the piercing bow and then absorb the wake.
That such extremes should not be mingled might seem elementary;
But love can make the wildest contradictions complementary.
Friday, February 22, 2008
It's Amazing How I Feel When I'm Around You
It's amazing how I feel when I'm around you,
How my heart pounds when you come into a room.
I look at you and think: My God! How lovely!
And everything I am bursts into bloom.
I feel as though you must, you must be mine,
Not as a possession but a goal,
Something almost unimaginable:
The free devotion of another soul.
As though I were about to enter heaven
Or just within the hour condemned to die,
My mind with one fierce thought keeps running over,
With you, and only you, the reason why.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
What about sex?
I man, you woman, why?
to reproduce or have fun or
the answer is inexplicitly both
why do some look at sex as dirty?
do people look at the heart beating as dirty?
is breathing dirty?
is any functioning organ dirty?
it is just a part of life isn't it?
each sex organ is just an integral part of the others opposite sex organ
to fully function they must be together
but it is so beautiful for two of the opposite sex to be entwined isn't it?
the love that goes with it makes it more beautiful beyond words doesn't it?
if making love doesn't put a smile on your face, what will?
My Sunshine
Each day I wake...
Praying today will be different...
Puttin on a smile that is fake..
Wondering if anyone notices...
If anyone cares...
But then I see you...
Only for a moment...
But for some reason you stop..
And turn...
And smile...
I live for that moment...
Those few precious seconds..
When everything is okay...
You are my sunshine...
In the darkness I call my life...
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
WHAT LOVE IS??
Do you really know what love is?
Love is when you can't stop thinking about that special one
Love is when you would do anything for that special one
Love is when you are around that special one and it seems that the world has stopped
Love is when you miss simple things of your loved one like a smile, a laugh, a look, a voice, a touch.
Love is when you just can't take the pain of being away for one second from your loved one.
And most importantly than all of that Love is what ever it is that you want to make it as long as you are with your loved one.
I mean to me that's what LOVE is................
From the moment I met you
From the moment I met you,
I knew it was true,
Because I couldn’t stop smiling,
Nor thinking of you.
I couldn't believe it,
Something so wrong I knew,
Because I wouldn't stop smiling,
Nor thinking of you.
Now that I know your feelings,
That you feel the same way too,
Now I can’t stop smiling,
Nor thinking of you.
This feeling’s so wonderful,
Like a dream come true,
I refuse to stop smiling,
Nor thinking of you.
Sweet Desire
She wants him,
with every bone in her body.
Having thoughts of them together,
just puts a smile on her face.
Seeing his smile,
just makes her day.
She gets quivers down her back,
when he says "hey".
Keeping her hope alive,
that they'll someday be.
Trying to make him understand,
that he has her heart's key.
She yearns for his touch,
her sweet desire,
to feel her fingers,
intertwined with his.
She needs him,
does he need her too?
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
I wish
I wish that you could feel
My arms about you tight,
Holding you up close
All thru out the night.
To know that I am there
And never away far,
That I will remain
Where ever that you are.
That you could press back
Into my warm embrace,
And feel my soft touch
Warm against your face.
Or you could shift your hips
And press against me tight,
To feel my body's heat
And my lips kissing you light.
I wish that you could hear
My softly whispered song,
To lull you into sleep
For it's here that we belong.
That you could hear me say
All you need to hear,
As I tell you of my love
Whispered soft against your ear.
And you could feel my breath
Warm against your skin,
As I let my presence beg you
To let this true love in.
I wish that I could hold you
And whisper long into your night,
Never would you wonder then
As I held you to me tight...
Pleasures
I opened the door to the bathroom, warm in my rose red robe. You smiled at me, gently pulling me into a hug as you kissed me slow and soft, then hard and passionate as you ran your fingers through my long hair. I pulled away, smiling as I turned the shower on and slowly dropped my robe to the floor. I helped you undress, then led you into the shower.
I lay down in the bath, the running water flowing over me, and pulled you down on top of me. We kissed hungrily as your hands explored my shoulders, back, stomach, bottom and thighs. Your mouth moved down to my neck as you rolled off me and lay your naked body beside mine. Slowly, gently you stroked my warm skin, your fingers moving lightly at first, then slower, harder.
I felt a tingling between my legs and moved them apart. Your hands slid over my stomach and down to my vulva, stroking my inner thighs as you went. Your strong, firm fingers stroked my clitoris softly. You stood and turned off the water. Gathering me up in a soft white towel, you carried me to the bedroom. Laying me down on the bed, you poured oil into your palms and smoothed it over my glowing skin, massaging my feet, calves, thighs, bottom, stomach, back, breasts, shoulders and arms.
When I was completely relaxed, you lay on top of me and asked, "How do you feel baby?"
"Perfect." I whispered.
You drew back off me, smiling, and I saw you had already climaxed. Your fingers parted the lips of my vulva and brushed my clitoris as you slowly inserted your penis into me.
With your first thrust, I felt my body pulse and spasm as my breathing quickened and my skin flushed. I climaxed to your rhythmic, hungry thrusts and urgent kisses.
I awoke to find your tongue between my legs, teasing the area softly. I orgasmed again and climbed on top of you. Within minutes you had climaxed too, and we made love again, slowly and sensually.
My first orgasm was the most amazing, wonderful feeling I had ever experienced, and to this day I still dream of the night you made love to me.
Loving You With Words
Tantalizing words flow onto
the page, provoking reactions
inside me today. Making me
wanton. Driving me wild.
I am becoming one with the
page, wanting to feel close
to each stroke of my pen as
pleasure mounts.
Merging with words, my
emotions start to whimper
as my senses react to their
heated embrace causing my
breathing to accelerate.
Visions of kisses, tongues,
hands find their way into my
mind as sweet rapture spreads
delicious heat to every needy place.
I come apart as I dot each "I"
and cross every "t." Stroking
intimate places with intense
manipulation wanting to prolong
the immense pleasure as I love
you with words.
Sensual Love
Staring out the window
She wraps herself in linens
Emerging from the shadows
Her lover hungry for her taste
The haze of dusk settling
The world becomes quiet
The tides are sluggish now
The birds nestling down
Warm breezes fill the room
Scented candles illuminate
She swirls her glass of wine
No thoughts, no worries, just time
Her lover behind her now
Gentle hands upon her hips
Pulling her in to him
Lips pressed firmly on her nape
His hands decend down between her thighs
Fingertips dragging closer
She quivers at his touch
Her body so fragile and so vulnerable
His determination is unmoving
A desire to bring ecstacy
To a woman that he loves
Until exhaustion hits
They nake unweilding,
Passionate and sensual love
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