Let's Write A Poem Together! Line by Line,

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   blondepoetposted 15 years ago

   Their mouths meet in passionate need,
   Hungry animals once more.
   This time he rises above her,
   Her body to explore.
   
   She moans in fiery desire
   And pulls his hand away,
   Wishing to end this exquisite torture
   And get on with passion's play.
   
   Their ballet begins again,
   The air thick with fire and sin,
   Vowing not to end the dance
   Unless her cries he'll win.

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   trooper22posted 15 years ago

   A contest of wills begins,
   his thrusts against that of her whim.
   she cries with delight at each plunge
   his horn incased within velvet skin.
   
   She arches and greets him,
   with hot embrace,
   Neither desire victory
   or an end to this race.
   
   The prize will come soon enough,
   a reward for two,
   equal,
   insatiable lust.

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   blondepoetposted 15 years ago

   She straddles his waiting body,
   Eases him into her feminine hollow.
   She leads him on a rhythmic dance,
   His thrusting hips must follow.
   
   Sated, they lie side by side,
   Spent but hungering still.
   She touches him where their passion came
   And tastes their lovers spill
   
   Soft candles dance across their skin,
   Two bodies laying bare,
   She reaches up so slowly,
   And lets down her long blonde hair.

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   trooper22posted 15 years ago

   The moment of joy is now past,
   soon he must leave as does she.
   She lays her head upon his chest,
   listening to the rythem of his every breath.
   
   He holds her close,
   and gently kisses her crown,
   uttering dreadful words of pain;
   "I Love you."
   
   She looks up and kisses him tenderly,
   with a tear cascading across her soft cheek,
   she replies with a whisper followed
   by a mournful sigh;
   "I love you too"

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   blondepoetposted 15 years ago

   The rooster crows, as the sun peeps its head,
   Her lover rises from the sheet strewn bed.
   Her lips brush gently upon his face,
   Inside her heart-beat slowly races.
   
   As her lover leaves, he slowly turns,
   Inside her muscles quickly churn,
   He blows a kiss through perfumed air,
   As she teases him with her breasts so bare.
   
   The sound of a door slowly closes,
   Still lying in her bed of roses,
   Her black lashes close,as her body rests,
   Until his return to their lover's nest.

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   trooper22posted 15 years ago

   The day rambles on,
   and on,
   his thoughts distracted by a night
   of wild passion.
   
   He can still taste,
   and feel her.
   Her heat is still with him,
   and he can not let go.
   
   Soon the end is near,
   his heart jumps at the sound of
   a ring, the sound of her voice.
   An invitaion to dance once more,
   to the music of romance.

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   blondepoetposted 15 years ago

   Want me like no other,
   For I need you like the air I breathe,
   Together, one mind, one soul,
   Fused in the heat of this passionate love,
   Existing in this very moment.

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      trooper22posted 15 years agoin reply to this

      The commute home arduous,
      traffic and congestion tumultuous,
      my thoughts flying a head,
      to a moment of destiny.
      
      The apartment is hot,
      no air on a summer day.
      I jump into the shower,
      reluctantly washing her sent away.
      
      Reservations made,
      a quiet dinner for two.
      soon I'll be with her again,
      passion's fire will once again consume.

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   Shalini Kagalposted 15 years ago

   I've turned the aircon down to Max
   great going!

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      blondepoetposted 15 years agoin reply to this

      Shalini I just pictured you with your feet up in front of a electric fan, with a bag of popcorn having a great read there haha. Is not love poetry the most beautiful thing in the world?.. I could go on and on and on writing it forever and I had a great poet( trooper) to spur the flow along...xoxox

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      quicksandposted 15 years agoin reply to this

      Shal, can I join in? What are the rules?

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   \Brenda Scullyposted 15 years ago

   Hello you two, come up for air..... what have you done to my poem...............

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      blondepoetposted 15 years agoin reply to this

      Lol Brenda we gave it punch, beauty,joy and love to pay tribute to the great poem you began here. I know I broke the two line stanza but there is so much to say about the intoxication and magic of a love to last a lifetime between a man and a woman...Trooper is a great poet for a bloke,and Shalini even came all the way from India with a bowl of curry.

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    \Brenda Scullyposted 15 years ago

    well thanx a lot, I enjoyed the read, and certainly you enjoyed the action..... well done.... but now it is too hard to follow, do you have any influence over Chris A. maybe he can come up with something

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    \Brenda Scullyposted 15 years ago

    the rules are 2 lines and they need to rhyme......
      oh and it is a love poem.....

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       quicksandposted 15 years agoin reply to this

       would it be alright even if it gives "love" a bad name?

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    soni2006posted 15 years ago

    but where is the poem

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       quicksandposted 15 years agoin reply to this

       hang on Raj, it's on the way! I am clearing my throat and waiting for the "permit"

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    Shalini Kagalposted 15 years ago

    You'll have to write a 2-line verse quicksand - I've got a special "Watch from the sidelines and cheer" pass
    
    *passes the curry to BP and trooper to spice up things and settles back with popcorn*

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       blondepoetposted 15 years agoin reply to this

       Don't forget the Pappadoppaloms Shal, you know the Indian bread that blows up like a hot air balloon when you cook them, haha I can't think of their name Pappadapalas, Pappadoolums, Papadapas, Papoopas, something like that.

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    \Brenda Scullyposted 15 years ago

    can I come out to dine with you
        ten steps in front behind just two...

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    trooper22posted 15 years ago

    A friend to add to the spark?
    Come along dearest,
    we'll meet you in the park.

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    \Brenda Scullyposted 15 years ago

    I will be your chaperone
    Just two lines each you're ruining our poem...

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       trooper22posted 15 years agoin reply to this

       Poetry with boundaries removes from the art,
       I will concede although with wordwielder did this poem start.

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          blondepoetposted 15 years agoin reply to this

          She soaps her body,his scent still is there,
          "Mmm", she sighs as she washes her hair.

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             Drew Breezzyposted 15 years agoin reply to this

             Hmm she sighs, she she wishes he were near
             
             the signs say love the course don't veer

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                nazishnasimposted 15 years agoin reply to this

                A bubble of soap elevates above
                she pricks it with a finger and shoves

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    \Brenda Scullyposted 15 years ago

    Some people will forgive you not.
       Though we enjoyed the interval all steamy and hot...

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    quicksandposted 15 years ago

    as MY verses are downright crude
    I wonder if I should intrude

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       blondepoetposted 15 years agoin reply to this

       Just let it flow before the sun sets, just in case you do forget.

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    trooper22posted 15 years ago

    Out of shower all dapper and primed,
    he's heading out the door for another night of crime.

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    quicksandposted 15 years ago

    propagating the human race
    is surely not a disgrace
    
    that's exactly what they've been doing
    an act better known as screwing
    
    using verse to describe this act
    will certainly not hide that fact

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    \Brenda Scullyposted 15 years ago

    The moon and the stars and the sand on the shore
        The lady and her lover are they no more????

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    ralwusposted 15 years ago

    In comes the Walrus with his cane
    Surely not to cause anyone's pain
    He cannot find one to stage the act
    Will he return or screw the blond cat
    She will never be the same
    For BP likes his mighty cane

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    quicksandposted 15 years ago

    did you not hear of the tragedy
    one that hath no remedy
    
    the man is gone never will he ever return
    the woman is still around with much to learn

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    \Brenda Scullyposted 15 years ago

    she sobs at hearing the sad news,
      and quickly returns to just being his muse......

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    Shalini Kagalposted 15 years ago

    Is this what their love affair will be?
    A constant switching between dreams and reality?
    
    *paddadams BP - but I swear your versions sound much better

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    \Brenda Scullyposted 15 years ago

    the original lovers have been put to bed
      standing on the side lines and watching instead.....
    
    
    
      curry in hand, pop, corn in hand and camera's ready

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    nazishnasimposted 15 years ago

    Bit by bit their sweat her hit
    One floor above somebody's making it big

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    \Brenda Scullyposted 15 years ago

    making millions when this film hits the screens
       Now alone with her lover she watches and dreams

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       nazishnasimposted 15 years agoin reply to this

       Her inner demons gnaw on her very fantasy bits
       Bit by bit they eat away what little truth's left

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    quicksandposted 15 years ago

    GOD's laws still are true
    not only for me but also for you
    
    love is the dirtiest word around
    created to confuse and confound

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    Zabbellaposted 15 years ago

    The money is not the savery part
    She acts, therefore it's from the heart

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    blondepoetposted 15 years ago

    Is it a ghost,returned from the dead,
    No it is her man, coming towards her bed.

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    Zabbellaposted 15 years ago

    Slumber is not her friend
    She lies awake till evening's end.

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       trooper22posted 15 years agoin reply to this

       The sent of leather fills the room,
       they disrobe slowly as if she a bride and he a groom.

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          Drew Breezzyposted 15 years agoin reply to this

          motions slow emotions swift
          
          hands on the handles of her hips

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    quicksandposted 15 years ago

    don't you mortals ever dare
    to the opposite gender bare
    
    your instruments of construction
    which could lead to your own destruction
    
    when you hear someone say go forth and multiply
    it does not mean go and screw on the sly

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    randall malcolmposted 15 years ago

    real god's aren't made of steel
    they're dogs that bay for meal!!!

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    quicksandposted 15 years ago

    where are the owners of this forum?
    I am eagerly looking for 'em.
    
    what exactly would you expect next
    I have already composed some cool text
    
    I do not know what kind of ending you would desire
    One that is "full of love" or blazing with fire ... ?
    
    Shal, BP where are you guys?
    "stranded" here my heart just cries
    
    

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       blondepoetposted 15 years agoin reply to this

       I have returned to fuel this fire of desire

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    blondepoetposted 15 years ago

    Mouth meets mouth,hip meets hip,
    As she breathes her fire on his sexy lips.

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    Zabbellaposted 15 years ago

    Why can't love be as flames
    In the right lover's touch?
    Engulfing you,
    Smoldering and such
    It need not be mushy and blase
    It can set the room ablaze

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    iamqweenbeeposted 15 years ago

    under the starry skies, our journey is complete
    until the time comes again, that our hearts will meet.

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    \Brenda Scullyposted 15 years ago

    when the two of us unite once more,
       and you tell me you love me right through to the core.......

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       Drew Breezzyposted 15 years agoin reply to this

       soon enough you will walk through the door
       
       with the fiery passion caused from allure

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          1cardudeposted 15 years agoin reply to this

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             Drew Breezzyposted 15 years agoin reply to this

             time spend together as we
             
             the shade cools passion but still the passion burns thee

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                Cris Aposted 15 years agoin reply to this

                but burning in passion is the sweetest fever
                one hell or heaven i hope none can sever

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    WordsIexpressposted 15 years ago

    Hello, I'm new to this and I love writing poetry. Is this one continous long poem or just write in any lines that rhyme?

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    manlypoetrymanposted 15 years ago

    Such written poem words...Thoughts captured forever in time...
    
    Incredible Poem Words...Methinks..."Wow" dost all hubbers rhyme?

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    trooper22posted 15 years ago

    preface, I ment this to be hub, but instead I write it here...this is inspired by the movie "Hero".
    
    My heart is full of you,
    flashing sword inspired by grace.
    crimson tide cannot efface love so passionate,
    so genuine.
    
    You strike as the tiger,
    with brilliant fangs and open heart.
    My awe leaves me motionless,
    a panorama of fluid art.
    
    A death as this is written in song,
    for love of life,
    soul companion,
    and my country’s union.
    
    At last the end has come,
    your life has taken mine,
    there is no pain in this end.
    My life for my land,
    and my heart for thine.

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    blondepoetposted 15 years ago

    Beautiful poem my dear Trooper,
    Where is Quicksand, oh what a pooper.!

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    \Brenda Scullyposted 15 years ago

    To sever would take away all lifes pleasure
       Being together is a happiness no - one can measure

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    Cris Aposted 15 years ago

    and what is life without happiness?
    a dead poet? a wild horse in harness?

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    \Brenda Scullyposted 15 years ago

    empty nights and empty life each day
      no sun in the sky, or children at play

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       Drew Breezzyposted 15 years agoin reply to this

       no more hope, hope washes away
       
       in a distant land of frigid gray

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    \Brenda Scullyposted 15 years ago

    All that would be if our lovers hearts were not entwined
         But I suspect somewhere they are hiding, for no one to find

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       Drew Breezzyposted 15 years agoin reply to this

       for no one to see, cause see you and me together we
       
       we be one so as my heart beats our heart beats

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    Joy56posted 12 years ago

    a resurrected old poem, somewhere in here i met Cris A for the first time, will we carry it on in his honour.... Thanks Shalina for finding it for me.....
    
      friends and poets unite as one,
      Under the gaze of the morning sun.....

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    Joy56posted 12 years ago

    hiding from where the sun will not shine.....
      Say you will always my heart entwine.....
    
    
    
    
    
    
    anyone remember the champers.

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    Joy56posted 12 years ago

    all over the world, hubbers unite.
    Joy in their heart, as the dove takes flight

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