yes...another romance/love

Romantic Image

Just as important as her physique
Are the sensible things she can speak
A stunning looker with no brain
Can cause relationship strain

A pleasant face and broad smile
Extends the chances by a mile
A comely figure and red hair;
Personal preferences to be fair

Whilst bodily attributes you can applaud
Many nice people are bodily flawed
It is the whole person you wish to know
Fall in love, let the relationship  grow

Introduction and trial flirtation
Give the relationship a foundation
They give both time to decide
Whether to proceed and get tied

Whore From Norway

she was from Norway
and she knew nothing about my porridge
but she shouldn't have slept in my bed or sat on my chair
me and my parents weren't home
but she broke in and left her stank funk
all over my sheets and pillow
she ate from my bowl and drank from my cup
now she's gonna get touched
the wrong way
all night
and all day
I make beast love to her
I spread her legs and spread peace to her
now she knows better than to enter peoples' homes
without permission
I give her a lesson and a blessing in passion
she asks me for pardon
I slap her on the butt
and eat up her booty hole and plow her garden

      L’appolonide


in my dream, she’s always there
she’s a woman, like any woman
the waking truth of passion
flesh of a man’s fantasy

if she denies my entry to her temple
I become the barbarian
storming her gates.  invader
so demanding are my wants
so great is my need

but mostly, in the dream, she remains passive
the allure of her nudity speaks for her
regard not the red flag
we advance to battle without armor
hearts naked & defenseless
artillery is silent, no flares besmudge the sky

a woman, wise to carnal madness
she bears my savagery with tolerance
we wound each other with the rage of kisses

I come to her bravely
but more courageous, to myself…

Hello

See me through the smoke.                
                                            
Let me listen, and laugh.                  
                                                 
If we get a moment to say hello,                  
                                           
I won’t miss it, or loose track.  
                                                
Just don't let me spend the night alone.                  
                                       
My mind is fixed, and I won’t crack.                
                                          
You’re the only girl here I want to know.                  
                                       
I could tell we clicked, in a glance.        
                                          
And I’m not putting on a show,                
                                           
Just sick, with at long last.                  
                                             
So if you like me lets go.    
                                         
This is perfect, not the past

Just If


If I see my reflection
in your eyes
I will know
the warmth of your arms

If I hear my name
tasted on your lips
I will understand
the depth of your love

If I feel your arms
around me at night
I will hold on
and bask in your wants

If. just If.

Glances,
Looks,
Stolen touches,
In the crowd.
She looks at me,
Grey eyes filled with wisdom.
My own,
Filled simply with wonder.
With a racing heart,
And electricity rages.
Hidden,
We dance,
Never touching.
Never telling.
Forbidden,
We live,
Barely.
Monsters,
We may be,
To our own,
To each other's,
For being in love.
Magic
We are
To one another,
Yet, we don't meet,
Don't speak,
Don't.
Can't.
Can't exist,
Can't love,
Won't.
Won't even try.
Shouldn't even wish.
But we do.

A Quarter to two

Her name is Gloria, a creature
With an abundance of beauty
The anxiety to approach,
But dusty is my romance
I wobble to her presence
Arch in my back
How could I?
I'm attracted to a star
Far away from my galaxy
Makeshift conversations
To plant a seed of value
Scratch my head in vigorous
Pondering, should I admit
My new found love to she?
How comfortably do I step
To a flower longing for trust?
Or should I just wash my hands
Before I even arrive? Terrified.
The texture of her skin glows
How pushy just to be naughty,
Though this time it's not the same,
I'm giving myself to romance
How descriptive can I be?
So I get credit for my passion,
Or am I just another fool lost?
Vast is the woman but I only
Have eyes for one I'm afraid.
Her eyes tell me stories of betrayal
But how could anyone be so cruel?
Italian job beauty, mad max demeanor
But someone made her that way,
I'll be damned if I let her waste away
I'm only but trying to save humanity.
On the phone a quarter to 2am
Telling her I'm only but a good friend
Though she knows she cannot be tamed
All record of love lost, poised from
Her side to never vanish. She needs me.
Cleopatra they call her, who am I to
Doubt such a validated statement?
She considers me her shade when
The world gets unbearable, if she
Only knew I will forever hold my tongue,
I rather keep her presence than not,
I rather be a lost romantic than ever
Say I was for one instant not on her side.

Bam - Tam!
     
     
Tam was a healthy brunette      
wanted to be a doctor      
claimed psychology was her interest      
Would probably have been      
good    
     
considering      
     
I was pretty certain;      
she was born a fashion model      
Imagined her on the ramp      
lights flashing, as she carried      
white-nut-house-jackets      
like fur
     
Probably was crazy enough      
to slap fur on her pelt      
proving a point      
Stupid enough      
to flush the last dime      
on a hand-bag, with label      
     
Wasn't a bad one, really      
could drink from the bottle      
and she had earned the right      
fair  
     
Put four men under the table      
within the hour, in a strip club      
one Monday night. Dragged herself      
off the side-walk      
after closing time. Made it to      
work before the register call      
Looked      
absolutely dumb-struck      
when she heard the men slept      
in the winter wind, that night.      
     
Blatantly gave it to them      
"There's worse places to awake      
with a swollen head      
blood-woven eyes      
and a bruised ego"      
     
I never heard, she finished      
studying. Fairly certain she doesn't      
practice, been looking for a      
half decent therapist for three      
years. I'd have found her      
     
     
Right now, it'd be really good      
to sleep on the side-walk      
in the winter wind      
Have truth spilled      
on the morning hangover      
     
     
     
-x-      

Gorgonzola Cheese

Narrow vessel, silver stream glide    
Ripples divide, overflow all sides    
Medusa’s head shakes wet  
and tears of slipscream dreams ride my tongue
Currents collide    
on high-strung mandolin    
heavy against my trembling abdomen
Sudden, his percussion slaps on back cheek!    
Slick, quickening stroke and strike,
Live coils bind my knees to heart  
   
Squirming whispers, hiss, kiss    
thoughts twist in fits    
penetrating deepest pits of my undulating desire    
with dark shudders of serpentine choir    
We gorgons in gondolas laugh    
beneath the Bridge of Sighs

Incubus

He found her on a mound
of white satin, her feet
encased in scarlet ballet
slippers, the silk ribbons
crossed to her knees.

She drank in his scenery,
she was a child of obsession.
Inhaling smoke as if hungry
beyond sanity, she continued
to watch him, and he permitted
her this.

When he touched her, he did not
feel her skin, only her need:
gold-tipped bubbles frothing
in a glass of radiant wine.
He saw the scrim of fog
beneath her flesh, illuminated
by hanging scarlet lanterns.

His sex was a silver cage of sparrows
fluttering within a baptismal light.
Scarlet wings folded underneath her,
providing a feathery cushion.
She moved her lips to moan his name
and a raven flew from her mouth.

Lavender flooded her veins as she
received him, her climax a million
diamonds scattered upon black water.

Thanks greatly for the trophy, DarkDreams. wonderful poetry here in your comp...