Submissions by marielavoue (Gypsy Red)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Just here... A humble scribe addicted to parchment with a penchant for words...
EROTIC POEM
Published
1st Mar 2012 7:55pm
1st Mar 2012 7:55pm
I Make Love to Myself (Reposted)
I make love to myself, guaranteed not to disappoint
because I refuse to settle for mediocrity
at this juncture in my life, at this point
any thing else would be an hypocrisy.
I make love to myself, in lieu of a lover in my bower
fantasizing as the clock tics away the hours,
this has become common place
a multitude of pillows beside me, occupy the empty space.
I make love to myself, to appease the need
yet the heart continues yearning for that which it does not receive. ...
because I refuse to settle for mediocrity
at this juncture in my life, at this point
any thing else would be an hypocrisy.
I make love to myself, in lieu of a lover in my bower
fantasizing as the clock tics away the hours,
this has become common place
a multitude of pillows beside me, occupy the empty space.
I make love to myself, to appease the need
yet the heart continues yearning for that which it does not receive. ...
1381 reads
14 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
1st Mar 2012 7:50pm
1st Mar 2012 7:50pm
Ephemeral Fantasy
Ephemeral fantasies full of hedonistic pleasures,
subliminal messages and sensual overtures,
whispers of sweetness include suggestive innuendos,
that lead to altruistic delights and blissful endeavors.
An excursion in pure stimuli awakens the senses,
inciting ardent responses amidst disappearing pretenses.
Passionate glances and gentile caresses
speak softly of desires in keen eloquence,
murmured fervently in carnal capitulation
bathed in exquisite splendor of ethereal creation.
Dulcet...
subliminal messages and sensual overtures,
whispers of sweetness include suggestive innuendos,
that lead to altruistic delights and blissful endeavors.
An excursion in pure stimuli awakens the senses,
inciting ardent responses amidst disappearing pretenses.
Passionate glances and gentile caresses
speak softly of desires in keen eloquence,
murmured fervently in carnal capitulation
bathed in exquisite splendor of ethereal creation.
Dulcet...
1057 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
29th Feb 2012 8:26pm
29th Feb 2012 8:26pm
My body needs you, can you hear it calling (Reposted)
My body needs you, can you hear it calling?
Let us pretend for little while that you and I belong to each other
just lay your head on my pillow, make believe you love me just one time,
while night is still upon us, our bodies will commence a motion so sublime.
Hold your strong body close to mine, whisper things I need to hear,
capture me in your arms and hold me, hold me near.
Tomorrow the separation will inevitably come,
but here and now, let our bodies cease to be two
as they become one. The need overtakes me
in powerful desire,...
Let us pretend for little while that you and I belong to each other
just lay your head on my pillow, make believe you love me just one time,
while night is still upon us, our bodies will commence a motion so sublime.
Hold your strong body close to mine, whisper things I need to hear,
capture me in your arms and hold me, hold me near.
Tomorrow the separation will inevitably come,
but here and now, let our bodies cease to be two
as they become one. The need overtakes me
in powerful desire,...
6050 reads
16 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
29th Feb 2012 6:52pm
29th Feb 2012 6:52pm
Whisperings from the heart
Whisperings from the heart speak softly,
ever so softly of feelings and tender sentiments,
sentiments carried on the wind to the ears of the one and only.
Words that caress as if they were the touch of a lover
bring about delicious vibrations across sensitive skin,
ripples of pleasure awaken from within, so akin to a sinful fever.
An embrace imbued with such a tender love
that gives without expectation and speaks with no hesitation;
a very special kind of love that heals as if a gift from above,
words are inadequate to describe the...
ever so softly of feelings and tender sentiments,
sentiments carried on the wind to the ears of the one and only.
Words that caress as if they were the touch of a lover
bring about delicious vibrations across sensitive skin,
ripples of pleasure awaken from within, so akin to a sinful fever.
An embrace imbued with such a tender love
that gives without expectation and speaks with no hesitation;
a very special kind of love that heals as if a gift from above,
words are inadequate to describe the...
1487 reads
16 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Feb 2012 4:59pm
14th Feb 2012 4:59pm
Symphonious Sonnet
Salutations self-cultivated scribes!,
satisfying society’s salacity for syllables,
sensible and suggestive, sensual and scurrilous.
Singlehandedly sending stimulating sentiments,
soundlessly scratching the surface of sensations
with soul scorching salacious scriptures.
Searching and scrutinizing symmetrical
seeds of sensational scraps of script,
shrewdly setup, singularly shaped sentences.
Sometimes shockingly sensitive,
showcasing significantly silky situations
with a soulful sensuous siren song.
Sincerity,...
satisfying society’s salacity for syllables,
sensible and suggestive, sensual and scurrilous.
Singlehandedly sending stimulating sentiments,
soundlessly scratching the surface of sensations
with soul scorching salacious scriptures.
Searching and scrutinizing symmetrical
seeds of sensational scraps of script,
shrewdly setup, singularly shaped sentences.
Sometimes shockingly sensitive,
showcasing significantly silky situations
with a soulful sensuous siren song.
Sincerity,...
857 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Feb 2012 6:18pm
13th Feb 2012 6:18pm
The Drug To My Need
You have become a drug to my need,
an exotic delicacy I can often read.
In my world this is an entirely new sensation,
dispelling the darkness like a conflagration.
I jealously guarded my heart from cruelties,
from suitors advances and immoral ambiguities.
But I have fallen under the spell you will not rescind,
your words swirling around me like magical whirlwind.
Words that have become a cocoon that protects,
encasing and enveloping me in their caring affects,
gently, ever so gently my heart they caress, ...
an exotic delicacy I can often read.
In my world this is an entirely new sensation,
dispelling the darkness like a conflagration.
I jealously guarded my heart from cruelties,
from suitors advances and immoral ambiguities.
But I have fallen under the spell you will not rescind,
your words swirling around me like magical whirlwind.
Words that have become a cocoon that protects,
encasing and enveloping me in their caring affects,
gently, ever so gently my heart they caress, ...
953 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Feb 2012 11:43pm
12th Feb 2012 11:43pm
Words Unspoken
My heart brims with words that are unspoken,
with emotions you have unwittingly awoken.
You have crossed a threshold stepping into my dreams,
becoming anything you want and everything for me.
Mere moments in time hold no sway here,
only we matter, there is no trepidation or fear.
Fold me into your warm masculine embrace,
transport me into your ideal imagined place.
We are dreamfasted revealing ourselves without censure,
sharing our past, present and our hopes for the future.
Secure within your arms I will whisper...
with emotions you have unwittingly awoken.
You have crossed a threshold stepping into my dreams,
becoming anything you want and everything for me.
Mere moments in time hold no sway here,
only we matter, there is no trepidation or fear.
Fold me into your warm masculine embrace,
transport me into your ideal imagined place.
We are dreamfasted revealing ourselves without censure,
sharing our past, present and our hopes for the future.
Secure within your arms I will whisper...
1235 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
10th Feb 2012 1:11am
10th Feb 2012 1:11am
I Dream...
I dream … dreams, some decipherable and full meaning,
others enigmatic, unfathomable and fleeting.
I dream …of you, seen yet unseen, gleanings
of notions and emotions from underlying feelings.
I dream … of cravings, yearnings underestimated,
my will abated, ache and desires abbreviated.
I dream…as our friendship is comfortably acclimated,
we realize our long lived loneliness is becoming accentuated.
I dream…sentimentally of being singularly chosen
by a love time will stand still for as if perpetually frozen.
I dream… daring to...
others enigmatic, unfathomable and fleeting.
I dream …of you, seen yet unseen, gleanings
of notions and emotions from underlying feelings.
I dream … of cravings, yearnings underestimated,
my will abated, ache and desires abbreviated.
I dream…as our friendship is comfortably acclimated,
we realize our long lived loneliness is becoming accentuated.
I dream…sentimentally of being singularly chosen
by a love time will stand still for as if perpetually frozen.
I dream… daring to...
1101 reads
12 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Feb 2012 11:18pm
5th Feb 2012 11:18pm
The night comes...(Re-posted)
I want to be reached deep within,
someone to wear my body like second skin.
Hold me in his arms as if that is where I should always be
as if my absence would be a huge travesty.
Someone who gives butterfly and languid kisses
that cloud the senses and incite lustful insistence.
One who can be a patient lover with a studied hand,
who knows where the true strength lies in a man.
The years of loneliness have drained me to the core,
adrift in my bed writhing and roaming wanting more.
In my dreams I feel my skin being touched...
someone to wear my body like second skin.
Hold me in his arms as if that is where I should always be
as if my absence would be a huge travesty.
Someone who gives butterfly and languid kisses
that cloud the senses and incite lustful insistence.
One who can be a patient lover with a studied hand,
who knows where the true strength lies in a man.
The years of loneliness have drained me to the core,
adrift in my bed writhing and roaming wanting more.
In my dreams I feel my skin being touched...
1295 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th Feb 2012 10:50pm
5th Feb 2012 10:50pm
Letter To A Friend...
Dear friend:
You always wonder how I get into your head,
understand the messages you wrote, as I read.
There is no easy answer to your query
but I will try to explain what it is in theory.
I am like a short wave radio tuning in to the emotions,
an empath, I can FEEL your every word and sensation.
Literally it is like scanning the channels,
I feel peoples’ sentiments, some clear, others feint and shallow,
it can get hard at times to block the chaos out,
yet at other times it is useful...
You always wonder how I get into your head,
understand the messages you wrote, as I read.
There is no easy answer to your query
but I will try to explain what it is in theory.
I am like a short wave radio tuning in to the emotions,
an empath, I can FEEL your every word and sensation.
Literally it is like scanning the channels,
I feel peoples’ sentiments, some clear, others feint and shallow,
it can get hard at times to block the chaos out,
yet at other times it is useful...
1036 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Jan 2012 1:14pm
26th Jan 2012 1:14pm
In your written pain I contemplated…
In your written pain I contemplated…
I contemplated...
the soul searing sadness in your phrase
awashed with it I felt myself drown,
I listened to your sharp laments in a haze,
although there is no utterance of sound.
My spirit in distress recoiled
upon drinking in the syllables,
as if within a wind they roiled
in angry overwhelming decibels.
Such was the pain I perceived,
it shred my soul with its ferocity,
your words full of emotions, bleed,
emanating bitterness in reciprocity.
You...
I contemplated...
the soul searing sadness in your phrase
awashed with it I felt myself drown,
I listened to your sharp laments in a haze,
although there is no utterance of sound.
My spirit in distress recoiled
upon drinking in the syllables,
as if within a wind they roiled
in angry overwhelming decibels.
Such was the pain I perceived,
it shred my soul with its ferocity,
your words full of emotions, bleed,
emanating bitterness in reciprocity.
You...
1065 reads
9 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Jan 2012 9:11pm
24th Jan 2012 9:11pm
SkinWalker
I wear this skin and make it mine,
transforming into this creatures’ design.
Raven, wolf or the mighty bear,
of its abilities I become heir.
The choice of animal is limitless,
a need defines what I select.
The change is painful and slow,
inherent power you never outgrow.
Many fear and deem it witchery,
the true nature is ablutionary.
Much misunderstood and maligned,
I maintain a solitary confine.
Supernatural, our power is taboo,
to speak of us will condemn you too.
It is believed we...
transforming into this creatures’ design.
Raven, wolf or the mighty bear,
of its abilities I become heir.
The choice of animal is limitless,
a need defines what I select.
The change is painful and slow,
inherent power you never outgrow.
Many fear and deem it witchery,
the true nature is ablutionary.
Much misunderstood and maligned,
I maintain a solitary confine.
Supernatural, our power is taboo,
to speak of us will condemn you too.
It is believed we...
1716 reads
6 Comments
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