Poetry competition CLOSED 3rd February 2013 3:22am
WINNER
J_J_Jay_Jr
J_J_Jay_Jr
RUNNERS-UP:
Imagining
and EngrVV
THE AFFAIR
A one night affair
We'd known each other for more than a decade.
I was married through all of it.
She was single, then married, and now single again.
We'd teased and flirted.
It had started innocent enough.
But, over the years,
became,
well,
suggestive,
definitely NSFW.
NSFW, that was the teasing.
The flirting was much, much more intense,
not just suggestive,
not only erotic,
but down right,
crudely, intimately, salaciously,
lecherously,
aphrodisiac
in its raunchiness.
She was leaving for a new job;
a better job;
a new life.
She was leaving me,
our friendship,
behind.
Our one night affair was to say,
"Good-Bye",
as our bodies said their first "Hello" to each other.
I'd been looking forward to it.
Would we measure up
to each other fantasies?
I was up for it.
Already,
way up for it.
We kissed.
She noticed my arousal.
Giggled.
And shoved her hand down my pants,
and grabbed me firmly.
In response,
I dropped my hand to
the slit in her skirt
and caressed her leg up to her panties,
slid my hand in the back of them,
down and between her legs,
(She helpfully lifted her left leg up
and wrapped it around my waist.)
and rubbed my finger just barely
between her lips
to her clit
and paused achingly.
As our eyes met, I winked, questioningly,
and she shoved her mouth against mine,
momentarily,
then whispered,
that we really needed to get our clothing out of the way.
She pulled her hand out of my pants,
unfastened my belt, then the hook and zipper on my pants,
and dropped them to floor.
I unwrapped her wrap skirt and tossed it aside;
Pushed her sweater up over her head and tossed it on top of her skirt;
And had her standing before me in bra, panties, thigh high socks and boots.
As my pants had hit the floor;
she pushed my sweater up over my head and tossed it aside;
My t-shirt quickly followed;
she had me standing before her in my briefs,
with my pants piled down on top of my shoes and socks.
She dropped to her knees,
untied and removed my shoes,
pealed off my socks and finished removing my pants over my bare feet.
As she stood back up she squeezed my balls and stroked my swollen cock still covered by my shorts.
I dropped to my knees,
removed her shoes and used the removing of her socks as
an excuse to erotically caress her legs all the way up
and then back down as I pushed the socks slowly down.
Until I glanced up, I didn't realize she had tossed her bra on top of my t-shirt and sweater.
As I stood back up I patted and stroked her cunt through her panties,
and cupped, squeezed her breasts, and pinched her nipples.
She mashed her mouth against mine,
wrapped her arms around my back,
and forced her panty covered cunt
against my briefs covered cock,
by wrapping her leg around my waist.
I could feel her wetness through both layers of cloth.
Or was it my pre-cum wetness that I felt?
Maybe both of our wetnesses?
At that point, it didn't really matter whose wetness it was;
clearly we were both wet and ready.
Grabbing her ass with both hands,
I lifted her up and carried her to her bed.
As I laid her down on the edge of the bed,
I stripped her panties off,
and gave her cunt and clit;
a full on lick, kiss, nibble, and nuzzle.
She held my head in place for several minutes
and then raised it to her mouth,
As our kiss broke apart, she sat up and said,
"So that is what I taste like. I've always wondered."
And reached forward to grab my shorts and yank them down.
As her mouth worked its way from the tip of my dick
to a complete swallow of my cock
and several full in-and-out sucking fucking movements,
aided by my fingers tightly wound in her hair,
her hands first finished removing my shorts
they then grabbed, squeezed and played with my balls.
I pulled myself out of her mouth,
put my mouth on her mouth and forced her back onto the bed.
As her head touched down on the bed, my dick touched down
on the lips of her cunt.
I looked into her eyes,
as I prepared to enter her,
she moved her hands
which were wrapped around my body,
down,
to grip my ass,
and growled,
"This first one,
grind it,
as hard,
as deep,
with as much force as you can.
I want to feel you,
all of you,
all the way in,
with force.
A pelvic bruise is what I want to remember you by.
Can you do that?"
My answer was
a thrust
with as much force,
as deeply into her
as it was possible to go.
As our pelvises slammed together,
I ground myself against her,
her clit against the base of my cock.
She wasn't the only one who would have
a bruise there as a memory.
The moment of pain in her eyes was matched
by the pain I felt as her nails
marked my ass.
She moaned,
"Now slowly,
all the way out,
all the way in.
Each stroke,
a brand new full length thrust.
When you are fully in,
grind against me,
Then out.
And do it again and again until,
you know,
we both cum.
Maybe, together."
Her nails switched from
drawing me in
to caressing my
injured ass
and stroking the back of my ball sack.
As we reached the highest point of arousal
with only orgasmic relief to cum,
She said,
"As we c-c-cum,
in as far as you can,
and then still farther,
and --
oh --
now --
PLEASE!"
I drove in as far as I could,
then still further,
and held myself there,
as she started to cum,
and I began cumming,
Simultaneous frenzy;
Her clenching,
Me ejaculating,
our liquids mixing and running out of her
around me to pool on the bed.
As our simultaneous climax peaked
and then waned
It was, almost, as if we couldn't stop.
Or maybe we just didn't want to stop.
I was drained, no longer spurted-squirted,
she no longer contracting-convulsing,
although I still gently thrusted,
and she clenched similarly,
my body blanketed hers,
as our bodies cooled,
our sweat mixed and dried,
our mouths gently kissed,
our tongues caressed,
my hands hugged,
her hands embraced,
we knew that while our bodies had said
"Hello",
We had said,
"Good-Bye."
We'd known each other for more than a decade.
I was married through all of it.
She was single, then married, and now single again.
We'd teased and flirted.
It had started innocent enough.
But, over the years,
became,
well,
suggestive,
definitely NSFW.
NSFW, that was the teasing.
The flirting was much, much more intense,
not just suggestive,
not only erotic,
but down right,
crudely, intimately, salaciously,
lecherously,
aphrodisiac
in its raunchiness.
She was leaving for a new job;
a better job;
a new life.
She was leaving me,
our friendship,
behind.
Our one night affair was to say,
"Good-Bye",
as our bodies said their first "Hello" to each other.
I'd been looking forward to it.
Would we measure up
to each other fantasies?
I was up for it.
Already,
way up for it.
We kissed.
She noticed my arousal.
Giggled.
And shoved her hand down my pants,
and grabbed me firmly.
In response,
I dropped my hand to
the slit in her skirt
and caressed her leg up to her panties,
slid my hand in the back of them,
down and between her legs,
(She helpfully lifted her left leg up
and wrapped it around my waist.)
and rubbed my finger just barely
between her lips
to her clit
and paused achingly.
As our eyes met, I winked, questioningly,
and she shoved her mouth against mine,
momentarily,
then whispered,
that we really needed to get our clothing out of the way.
She pulled her hand out of my pants,
unfastened my belt, then the hook and zipper on my pants,
and dropped them to floor.
I unwrapped her wrap skirt and tossed it aside;
Pushed her sweater up over her head and tossed it on top of her skirt;
And had her standing before me in bra, panties, thigh high socks and boots.
As my pants had hit the floor;
she pushed my sweater up over my head and tossed it aside;
My t-shirt quickly followed;
she had me standing before her in my briefs,
with my pants piled down on top of my shoes and socks.
She dropped to her knees,
untied and removed my shoes,
pealed off my socks and finished removing my pants over my bare feet.
As she stood back up she squeezed my balls and stroked my swollen cock still covered by my shorts.
I dropped to my knees,
removed her shoes and used the removing of her socks as
an excuse to erotically caress her legs all the way up
and then back down as I pushed the socks slowly down.
Until I glanced up, I didn't realize she had tossed her bra on top of my t-shirt and sweater.
As I stood back up I patted and stroked her cunt through her panties,
and cupped, squeezed her breasts, and pinched her nipples.
She mashed her mouth against mine,
wrapped her arms around my back,
and forced her panty covered cunt
against my briefs covered cock,
by wrapping her leg around my waist.
I could feel her wetness through both layers of cloth.
Or was it my pre-cum wetness that I felt?
Maybe both of our wetnesses?
At that point, it didn't really matter whose wetness it was;
clearly we were both wet and ready.
Grabbing her ass with both hands,
I lifted her up and carried her to her bed.
As I laid her down on the edge of the bed,
I stripped her panties off,
and gave her cunt and clit;
a full on lick, kiss, nibble, and nuzzle.
She held my head in place for several minutes
and then raised it to her mouth,
As our kiss broke apart, she sat up and said,
"So that is what I taste like. I've always wondered."
And reached forward to grab my shorts and yank them down.
As her mouth worked its way from the tip of my dick
to a complete swallow of my cock
and several full in-and-out sucking fucking movements,
aided by my fingers tightly wound in her hair,
her hands first finished removing my shorts
they then grabbed, squeezed and played with my balls.
I pulled myself out of her mouth,
put my mouth on her mouth and forced her back onto the bed.
As her head touched down on the bed, my dick touched down
on the lips of her cunt.
I looked into her eyes,
as I prepared to enter her,
she moved her hands
which were wrapped around my body,
down,
to grip my ass,
and growled,
"This first one,
grind it,
as hard,
as deep,
with as much force as you can.
I want to feel you,
all of you,
all the way in,
with force.
A pelvic bruise is what I want to remember you by.
Can you do that?"
My answer was
a thrust
with as much force,
as deeply into her
as it was possible to go.
As our pelvises slammed together,
I ground myself against her,
her clit against the base of my cock.
She wasn't the only one who would have
a bruise there as a memory.
The moment of pain in her eyes was matched
by the pain I felt as her nails
marked my ass.
She moaned,
"Now slowly,
all the way out,
all the way in.
Each stroke,
a brand new full length thrust.
When you are fully in,
grind against me,
Then out.
And do it again and again until,
you know,
we both cum.
Maybe, together."
Her nails switched from
drawing me in
to caressing my
injured ass
and stroking the back of my ball sack.
As we reached the highest point of arousal
with only orgasmic relief to cum,
She said,
"As we c-c-cum,
in as far as you can,
and then still farther,
and --
oh --
now --
PLEASE!"
I drove in as far as I could,
then still further,
and held myself there,
as she started to cum,
and I began cumming,
Simultaneous frenzy;
Her clenching,
Me ejaculating,
our liquids mixing and running out of her
around me to pool on the bed.
As our simultaneous climax peaked
and then waned
It was, almost, as if we couldn't stop.
Or maybe we just didn't want to stop.
I was drained, no longer spurted-squirted,
she no longer contracting-convulsing,
although I still gently thrusted,
and she clenched similarly,
my body blanketed hers,
as our bodies cooled,
our sweat mixed and dried,
our mouths gently kissed,
our tongues caressed,
my hands hugged,
her hands embraced,
we knew that while our bodies had said
"Hello",
We had said,
"Good-Bye."
http://wordbiscuit.com/images/adultery.jpg
< adultery >
your breasts were just the right size
just the right brown
for the light
one window away
balanced
between the two parts of the day
and our love
innocent
but only to us
and they
could always be waiting outside
but not in this room
where two months rent
was more than enough
for eternal love
for your breasts
so warm in my hands
your breasts
that sucked firm in my mouth
and the constant surprise
of your thin sweet milk
as his baby
slept quietly beside us
- - -
The Next Room
Making love to a Man
while my Husband is in the next room
Does that make me Harlot?
Not if you been what I’ve been through
Unloved, unwanted a measure too long
I dress meticulously while putting on my thong
Nervously I knock
on the door not far from mine
Slowly it opens
He whispers, “I’m going to take my time,”
“I know what you want, I know what you need.”
“Just lay back and spread those thighs for me.”
Does this make me a slut, allowing another to make me soar?
I hardly think so, My Husband is a boar
He’s unwilling and stubborn
too controlling for words
What he thinks is trash
another savors
Savored did the Man next door
while humming his praise
The electricity I felt ran straight through my veins
“Hmm,” I said over and over and over again
grabbing the top of his head with a permanent grin
“Take it, take it, take it!” I yelled
Not caring if I woke the Husband from hell
Maybe I’m too harsh, my Husband was kind
But not kind enough, our love is out of time
It’s expired, it’s gone, never to be rekindled
Let this night, with this man, always be a symbol
That life goes on, with good times ahead
Don’t judge the reasons I lay in anothers bed
Making love to a Man
while my Husband is in the next room
Does that make me Harlot?
Not if you been what I’ve been through
Unloved, unwanted a measure too long
I dress meticulously while putting on my thong
Nervously I knock
on the door not far from mine
Slowly it opens
He whispers, “I’m going to take my time,”
“I know what you want, I know what you need.”
“Just lay back and spread those thighs for me.”
Does this make me a slut, allowing another to make me soar?
I hardly think so, My Husband is a boar
He’s unwilling and stubborn
too controlling for words
What he thinks is trash
another savors
Savored did the Man next door
while humming his praise
The electricity I felt ran straight through my veins
“Hmm,” I said over and over and over again
grabbing the top of his head with a permanent grin
“Take it, take it, take it!” I yelled
Not caring if I woke the Husband from hell
Maybe I’m too harsh, my Husband was kind
But not kind enough, our love is out of time
It’s expired, it’s gone, never to be rekindled
Let this night, with this man, always be a symbol
That life goes on, with good times ahead
Don’t judge the reasons I lay in anothers bed
Excuses
H e looks at me in a way that
Y ou no longer do
P erhaps you’ve grown too comfortable
O ver the years, no longer
C aring how you treat me. But he
R ecognizes my worth and
I can’t help but think I deserve this
T oday it will be his lips that
I nch their way down my neck. His hands
C aressing the skin I keep hidden. His arms
A nchoring me to him, swimming in
L ove, a thing you and I no longer share
R eality begins to set in while a million
E xcuses try to soothe my battered morals
A ll of my former logic
S creams that this isn’t right
O nly I choose not to listen
N ow the rules have changed because
I ’m the one playing. And though I will
N ot leave now when I do finally
G o, it will be with him and I’ll hold no regrets
H e looks at me in a way that
Y ou no longer do
P erhaps you’ve grown too comfortable
O ver the years, no longer
C aring how you treat me. But he
R ecognizes my worth and
I can’t help but think I deserve this
T oday it will be his lips that
I nch their way down my neck. His hands
C aressing the skin I keep hidden. His arms
A nchoring me to him, swimming in
L ove, a thing you and I no longer share
R eality begins to set in while a million
E xcuses try to soothe my battered morals
A ll of my former logic
S creams that this isn’t right
O nly I choose not to listen
N ow the rules have changed because
I ’m the one playing. And though I will
N ot leave now when I do finally
G o, it will be with him and I’ll hold no regrets
Illicit Affairs
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(Photo credit: weheartit.com)
Only fools fall in love is a worn-out phrase
For those folks always caught up in a maze
Of entangled web of lies and deceit
And always excited on affairs that are illicit
A one-night stand with someone you met at the bar
Then had a quickie in your low-down car
Couldn't afford a room in a dingy motel
That's how low you are, anyone could tell
You said you get excited getting it on in public
Especially with someone you just saw her pubic
The thrill of it all lies on not getting caught
With your zip fly open, and your dick in her throat
I was glad when you stopped your philandering ways
Of which the silent witnesses were only the highways
It was short-lived though, as I heard the bad news
You died of HIV-- a victim of your own follies
http://data.whicdn.com/images/11394600/couples-cute-hot-love-sex-sex-in-car-Favim.com-88242_large.jpg
(Photo credit: weheartit.com)
Only fools fall in love is a worn-out phrase
For those folks always caught up in a maze
Of entangled web of lies and deceit
And always excited on affairs that are illicit
A one-night stand with someone you met at the bar
Then had a quickie in your low-down car
Couldn't afford a room in a dingy motel
That's how low you are, anyone could tell
You said you get excited getting it on in public
Especially with someone you just saw her pubic
The thrill of it all lies on not getting caught
With your zip fly open, and your dick in her throat
I was glad when you stopped your philandering ways
Of which the silent witnesses were only the highways
It was short-lived though, as I heard the bad news
You died of HIV-- a victim of your own follies
My Cactus Love Affair (A Sonnet)
http://www.buzzle.com/img/articleImages/411115-22.jpg
Shall I compare you to an elephant cactus
Tall, succulent and beyond my reach
I was long cradled by the clouds now on hiatus
Nature’s wrath sent lines only you can preach.
Growing up I have always wondered
Why cacti come in various sizes and shapes
I was fascinated and never really pondered
How women compare when hidden in drapes.
Cactus is medicinal as you cure my heartache
It is edible as you are food for my soul
Shield me from the gusty winds, sorrows can make
Take me in your trunk as snow starts to fall.
A cactus may be resilient and forgiving to nature’s toll
Yet can not compare, for you have a loving heart and soul…
____________________________________________________
Photo credit: buzzle.com
http://www.buzzle.com/img/articleImages/411115-22.jpg
Shall I compare you to an elephant cactus
Tall, succulent and beyond my reach
I was long cradled by the clouds now on hiatus
Nature’s wrath sent lines only you can preach.
Growing up I have always wondered
Why cacti come in various sizes and shapes
I was fascinated and never really pondered
How women compare when hidden in drapes.
Cactus is medicinal as you cure my heartache
It is edible as you are food for my soul
Shield me from the gusty winds, sorrows can make
Take me in your trunk as snow starts to fall.
A cactus may be resilient and forgiving to nature’s toll
Yet can not compare, for you have a loving heart and soul…
____________________________________________________
Photo credit: buzzle.com
It was a year ago today when our love was sealed by fate. My childhood sweetheart of 43 years ago, whom I met once more on Facebook , was alone with her cat, Stitch in her condo that night when Hurricane Irene struck Maryland and the whole Eastern Seaboard.
After we found each other on Facebook on June 4, 2011, we spent time together either chatting on Facebook and Skype or just merely whispering sweet nothings on the phone on a daily basis. On that particular night last year, I called Aida earlier than usual to check on her, and to lessen her worries. We sang praises to God and recited verses from the Bible, especially Psalm 91:
1He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.a 2I will sayb of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.”3Surely he will save you from the fowler’s snare and from the deadly pestilence. 4He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart. 5You will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day, 6nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, nor the plague that destroys at midday. 7A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand, but it will not come near you. 8You will only observe with your eyes and see the punishment of the wicked. 9If you make the Most High your dwelling—even the Lord, who is my refuge—10then no harm will befall you, no disaster will come near your tent. 11For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways; 12they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone. 13You will tread upon the lion and the cobra; you will trample the great lion and the serpent. 14“Because he loves me,” says the Lord, “I will rescue him; I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name. 15He will call upon me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver him and honor him. 16With long life will I satisfy him and show him my salvation.”
Footnotes:
a 1 Hebrew Shaddai
b 2 Or He says
I stayed with Aida on the phone from 8:00 PM until break of dawn, when Hurricane Irene started to subside. After that fateful night we realized that we became closer with each other and to God, although we were approximately 2,750 miles apart. Our love for each other became stronger, as if we were bonded and sealed together that no external forces, may it be natural disasters or man-made can take us apart.
Aida already made a flight reservation to come and see me on my birthday, twelve more days following that disastrous event. We were so anxious to see each other that we became worried every time we hear of a bad weather forecast. We prayed and kept our fingers crossed that our forthcoming rendezvous be a pleasant one. Finally, on September 10th last year, our lips sealed every loving words that supposedly to come out from our hearts forty-three years after our first innocent kiss. Back then we loved each other with a love incomparable with any other love, for we had loved each other long before we knew the meaning of Love.
I wrote a poem entitled, “A September To Remember” to commemorate that memorable event, and more poems were written after that, celebrating our love for each other. Honestly, I have never written a poem in my life until now that I found my first and true love, Aida, whom I later called “Adelaide” in my poems. I guess if you write from the heart, nothing could go wrong, so they say.
After we met, our lives were never been the same.
_________________________________________________________
(This was written a year ago)
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Tug of War
I wish I wasnt inlove with you
My heart is breaking
I dont know what to do
So sad but true
I let myself fall for you
I knew it wasnt right
I fought it with all my might
But now I see the light
For this Ill have to fight
Like spiral stairs going round and round
Clinging to you,
Ill surely drown.
This love is only downward bound
So Im setting myself free
For you will be the one to drop me
I catch myself and I start to breath
From you I will need some reprieve
Space and time to slow the decline
If I keep loving you,
I will lose my mind
To invest in something that cannot be
I might aswell cast myself off to sea
Lerching back and forth stuck inbetween
I push you away.
I dont mean to be mean
Walking away is a definite must
For this is no longer purely lust.
My heart tells me
you are someone I could never trust.
As I go to face a new day
Knowing this game I dont want to play
Hearing the lies I know your going to say
Wanting to leave, knowing Ill stay.
The drowning feeling will not subside
until you chose to cast one aside
These feelings for you I cannot hide
But go ahead,
Go off with your bride.
I wish I wasnt inlove with you
My heart is breaking
I dont know what to do
So sad but true
I let myself fall for you
I knew it wasnt right
I fought it with all my might
But now I see the light
For this Ill have to fight
Like spiral stairs going round and round
Clinging to you,
Ill surely drown.
This love is only downward bound
So Im setting myself free
For you will be the one to drop me
I catch myself and I start to breath
From you I will need some reprieve
Space and time to slow the decline
If I keep loving you,
I will lose my mind
To invest in something that cannot be
I might aswell cast myself off to sea
Lerching back and forth stuck inbetween
I push you away.
I dont mean to be mean
Walking away is a definite must
For this is no longer purely lust.
My heart tells me
you are someone I could never trust.
As I go to face a new day
Knowing this game I dont want to play
Hearing the lies I know your going to say
Wanting to leave, knowing Ill stay.
The drowning feeling will not subside
until you chose to cast one aside
These feelings for you I cannot hide
But go ahead,
Go off with your bride.
Black Coffee and Gin
Watching the hazy blue rise of the morning sun
through the dirty window with the neon glow.
The new day greets me, pacing inside this cheap hotel room,
drowning my past sins in black coffee and gin.
The sound of the Blues seeps through these thin walls
My companion throughout a sleepless night
of walking the floor, watching the door, and smoking Pall Mall
cigarettes. Since my baby left me lonely
all I do is drink, black coffee and gin.
At 3am he can a creeping, smelling of cheap whiskey and his wife.
I fought the feeling of not sinning, but our weaknesses felt too right.
I surrender to his cunning, surrender to our loving
but woke to find he left me again in an unmade bed
of hamartomania.
I been mourning all the morning
And will be mourning most the night,
cause I know that he’ll be coming
To ride this ride again tonight.
I’m feeling mighty lonesome,
Feeling mighty blue
like most men, he want
his cake and eat it too.
From one o’clock to four
I’m be drinking and thinking,
but regrets has no place in sin
Expectant for the moment I hear him knocking
Anticipation will be my nemesis, but also a dear friend.
Until then, I’ll be pouring
Black coffee and gin.
EngrVV said:Sealed By Fate
It was a year ago today when our love was sealed by fate. My childhood sweetheart of 43 years ago, whom I met once more on Facebook , was alone with her cat, Stitch in her condo that night when Hurricane Irene struck Maryland and the whole Eastern Seaboard.
After we found each other on Facebook on June 4, 2011, we spent time together either chatting on Facebook and Skype or just merely whispering sweet nothings on the phone on a daily basis. On that particular night last year, I called Aida earlier than usual to check on her, and to lessen her worries. We sang praises to God and recited verses from the Bible, especially Psalm 91:
1He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.a 2I will sayb of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.”3Surely he will save you from the fowler’s snare and from the deadly pestilence. 4He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart. 5You will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day, 6nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, nor the plague that destroys at midday. 7A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand, but it will not come near you. 8You will only observe with your eyes and see the punishment of the wicked. 9If you make the Most High your dwelling—even the Lord, who is my refuge—10then no harm will befall you, no disaster will come near your tent. 11For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways; 12they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone. 13You will tread upon the lion and the cobra; you will trample the great lion and the serpent. 14“Because he loves me,” says the Lord, “I will rescue him; I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name. 15He will call upon me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver him and honor him. 16With long life will I satisfy him and show him my salvation.”
Footnotes:
a 1 Hebrew Shaddai
b 2 Or He says
I stayed with Aida on the phone from 8:00 PM until break of dawn, when Hurricane Irene started to subside. After that fateful night we realized that we became closer with each other and to God, although we were approximately 2,750 miles apart. Our love for each other became stronger, as if we were bonded and sealed together that no external forces, may it be natural disasters or man-made can take us apart.
Aida already made a flight reservation to come and see me on my birthday, twelve more days following that disastrous event. We were so anxious to see each other that we became worried every time we hear of a bad weather forecast. We prayed and kept our fingers crossed that our forthcoming rendezvous be a pleasant one. Finally, on September 10th last year, our lips sealed every loving words that supposedly to come out from our hearts forty-three years after our first innocent kiss. Back then we loved each other with a love incomparable with any other love, for we had loved each other long before we knew the meaning of Love.
I wrote a poem entitled, “A September To Remember” to commemorate that memorable event, and more poems were written after that, celebrating our love for each other. Honestly, I have never written a poem in my life until now that I found my first and true love, Aida, whom I later called “Adelaide” in my poems. I guess if you write from the heart, nothing could go wrong, so they say.
After we met, our lives were never been the same.
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(This was written a year ago)
That was a truly beautiful story!
It was a year ago today when our love was sealed by fate. My childhood sweetheart of 43 years ago, whom I met once more on Facebook , was alone with her cat, Stitch in her condo that night when Hurricane Irene struck Maryland and the whole Eastern Seaboard.
After we found each other on Facebook on June 4, 2011, we spent time together either chatting on Facebook and Skype or just merely whispering sweet nothings on the phone on a daily basis. On that particular night last year, I called Aida earlier than usual to check on her, and to lessen her worries. We sang praises to God and recited verses from the Bible, especially Psalm 91:
1He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.a 2I will sayb of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.”3Surely he will save you from the fowler’s snare and from the deadly pestilence. 4He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart. 5You will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day, 6nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, nor the plague that destroys at midday. 7A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand, but it will not come near you. 8You will only observe with your eyes and see the punishment of the wicked. 9If you make the Most High your dwelling—even the Lord, who is my refuge—10then no harm will befall you, no disaster will come near your tent. 11For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways; 12they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone. 13You will tread upon the lion and the cobra; you will trample the great lion and the serpent. 14“Because he loves me,” says the Lord, “I will rescue him; I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name. 15He will call upon me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver him and honor him. 16With long life will I satisfy him and show him my salvation.”
Footnotes:
a 1 Hebrew Shaddai
b 2 Or He says
I stayed with Aida on the phone from 8:00 PM until break of dawn, when Hurricane Irene started to subside. After that fateful night we realized that we became closer with each other and to God, although we were approximately 2,750 miles apart. Our love for each other became stronger, as if we were bonded and sealed together that no external forces, may it be natural disasters or man-made can take us apart.
Aida already made a flight reservation to come and see me on my birthday, twelve more days following that disastrous event. We were so anxious to see each other that we became worried every time we hear of a bad weather forecast. We prayed and kept our fingers crossed that our forthcoming rendezvous be a pleasant one. Finally, on September 10th last year, our lips sealed every loving words that supposedly to come out from our hearts forty-three years after our first innocent kiss. Back then we loved each other with a love incomparable with any other love, for we had loved each other long before we knew the meaning of Love.
I wrote a poem entitled, “A September To Remember” to commemorate that memorable event, and more poems were written after that, celebrating our love for each other. Honestly, I have never written a poem in my life until now that I found my first and true love, Aida, whom I later called “Adelaide” in my poems. I guess if you write from the heart, nothing could go wrong, so they say.
After we met, our lives were never been the same.
_________________________________________________________
(This was written a year ago)
That was a truly beautiful story!
Anonymous
Guilt
Shared glances
flirty smiles
batting eyes
Innocent
And
then not
The scent of him
up close
made my mouth
water
The urges
could no longer
be refused
Like magnets
the pull was strong
His touch
scorched my skin
and I craved the burn
Playing with him
was indeed
playing with fire
But like
a moth to a flame
I was drawn in
Our bodies tangled
and sweat mingled
The sheets
of the forbidden bed
are now
wet with sin
Sigh
Shared glances
flirty smiles
batting eyes
Innocent
And
then not
The scent of him
up close
made my mouth
water
The urges
could no longer
be refused
Like magnets
the pull was strong
His touch
scorched my skin
and I craved the burn
Playing with him
was indeed
playing with fire
But like
a moth to a flame
I was drawn in
Our bodies tangled
and sweat mingled
The sheets
of the forbidden bed
are now
wet with sin
Sigh
It started out so innocent,
Just a friendly online smile and nothing more,
There was no way to make anything of it,
For she was on a distant shore.
In the beginning it was only special names for each other,
Not even the wisp of dreams in the skies,
I was her Knight of Light,
And she was my Pretty Eyes.
At first the together time was casual,
The odd catch-up here and there,
But steadily the need grew,
And we wanted to be together everywhere.
At the time we both were married,
With no plans to ever meet,
But all that soon changed,
And a big secret started that we had to keep.
Violence, porn, and physical abuse we had previously endured,
Our respective other halves had mistreated us for so long,
All we wanted was to be loved,
How could that ever be wrong?
For over 1 and a half years,
Our secret we faithfully did keep,
But the pain of being apart became overwhelming,
And daily tears we both did weep.
After such a long time,
We finally saw our chance,
To hold and kiss each other,
And to really feel true romance.
I saved and bought a ticket,
Then aboard a plane across an ocean I did fly,
To be in the arms of my lady love,
And for once happy tears to cry.
I remember our first moment,
The very first glance,
Of our loving other,
For which we took this chance.
Within moments we were kissing,
So passionately embraced,
We desperately wanted each other,
So we drove to a more private place.
As soon as we were inside the doors,
Our heated passion did continue,
Her eyes screaming that she wanted me,
To which mine replied, "I want to be within you".
It didn't take long,
Our clothes so soon flung off,
That even a professional racer,
Couldn't even scoff.
Our naked bodies exposed,
The lust and wanting had already won,
That so very soon after,
We physically melted into one.
We knew it was bad,
And something we shouldn't do,
But we couldn't live without each other,
She needed me so badly, and I needed her just as much too.
It felt so perfect and amazing,
Every touch out of this world,
Our bodies caressing and sweating,
Even our toes curled.
On and on the passion went,
Until the moon was high in the night sky,
After we were both physically exhausted,
We held each other and both started to cry.
We had committed full-on adultery,
And we both knew it was wrong,
But yet we also felt justified,
From all the torture we had endured from our other halves for so long.
She had been battered and bruised in ways you can't imagine,
Sometimes even having marks of black and blue,
But not all the pain was physical,
There was plenty of emotional and mental abuse too.
I had also suffered,
Torture beyond compare,
Sometimes even hit so hard,
I would be left gasping for breaths of air.
So even though we both understood,
That there were other ways to end the pain and strife,
We kept on with our loving caress,
Finally able to truly enjoy real love and life.
