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.
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,
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.
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"
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.
The day rambles 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.
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.
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.
a quiet dinner for two.
soon I'll be with her again,
passion's fire will once again consume.
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
Hello you two, come up for air..... what have you done to my poem...............
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.
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
the rules are 2 lines and they need to rhyme......
oh and it is a love poem.....
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*
can I come out to dine with you
ten steps in front behind just two...
A friend to add to the spark?
Come along dearest,
we'll meet you in the park.
I will be your chaperone
Just two lines each you're ruining our poem...
Poetry with boundaries removes from the art,
I will concede although with wordwielder did this poem start.
She soaps her body,his scent still is there,
"Mmm", she sighs as she washes her hair.
Some people will forgive you not.
Though we enjoyed the interval all steamy and hot...
as MY verses are downright crude
I wonder if I should intrude
Out of shower all dapper and primed,
he's heading out the door for another night of crime.
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
The moon and the stars and the sand on the shore
The lady and her lover are they no more????
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
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
she sobs at hearing the sad news,
and quickly returns to just being his muse......
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
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
Bit by bit their sweat her hit
One floor above somebody's making it big
making millions when this film hits the screens
Now alone with her lover she watches and dreams
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
The money is not the savery part
She acts, therefore it's from the heart
Is it a ghost,returned from the dead,
No it is her man, coming towards her bed.
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
real god's aren't made of steel
they're dogs that bay for meal!!!
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
Mouth meets mouth,hip meets hip,
As she breathes her fire on his sexy lips.
Why can't love be as flames
In the right lover's touch?
Smoldering and such
It need not be mushy and blase
It can set the room ablaze
under the starry skies, our journey is complete
until the time comes again, that our hearts will meet.
when the two of us unite once more,
and you tell me you love me right through to the core.......
soon enough you will walk through the door
with the fiery passion caused from allure
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?
Such written poem words...Thoughts captured forever in time...
Incredible Poem Words...Methinks..."Wow" dost all hubbers rhyme?
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,
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,
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.
Beautiful poem my dear Trooper,
Where is Quicksand, oh what a pooper.!
To sever would take away all lifes pleasure
Being together is a happiness no - one can measure
and what is life without happiness?
a dead poet? a wild horse in harness?
empty nights and empty life each day
no sun in the sky, or children at play
All that would be if our lovers hearts were not entwined
But I suspect somewhere they are hiding, for no one to find
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.....
hiding from where the sun will not shine.....
Say you will always my heart entwine.....
anyone remember the champers.
all over the world, hubbers unite.
Joy in their heart, as the dove takes flight
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