I don’t care what you say
It doesn’t really matter anymore
Your arms are not there to comfort me
I only deceive myself

How do you give it?
Though I feel it keenly in my chest
I’ve never really seen it
I’ve heard it a bit better
But you’ve hardly touched me
You cannot show me

What makes me so special
That your acts become nothing with me
To be for you in thought
To warm you with words
On those cold lonely nights

For me anyway

For you don’t feel the cold
You thank me as I stand in the doorway
Excluding

And what about me
I don’t want to feel the cold

But it doesn’t really matter what you say anymore

White Satin Sonnet…

16 November 2011

And living in a dream with her I lie
In thought and deed bereft of all control
No toil or tiring reason could defy
A dream that steals sweet sleep but feeds the soul
White satin sheets that ripple in moonlight
Have staved a loneliness that we might know
And through our gentle ravages this night
The dam explodes and warm white rivers flow
As surging pulse and pitch softly subside
She clothes my body with her tenderness
And whispers sweetly as her fingers slide
Compelled to rise once more I acquiesce
And so again we lie as day draws near
For when sun dawns this dream will disappear

Submitted to dVerse Open Link Night 18

Red Silk Sonnet…

1 November 2011

Afloat upon a sea of silken red
She lies becalmed after the opening storm
Her skin unsheathed too soft for hands to tread
My trembling touch would rend her radiant form
A cool air that conceals her rampant heat
Falls on her body like the morning haze
And innocence that knows of no conceit
Does shame all self and almost mends my ways
My love and lover’s beauty sings to me
In melodies to match the Sirens’ choir
No finer temptress could there ever be
I cannot stay away nor stay desire
So all control falls crumbling into dust
I spoil her in so sating wanton lust

Submitted to dVerse Open Link Night 16

How lovely and how sad.
I question myself nonetheless.
Why is it not so bad
To not be honest in my mess?

For I talk in deceit.
She knows not how I truly feel,
That I want to complete
My love for her with hardened steel.

By taking the next move
And physic’ly connect in sex.
I know she’d disapprove.
My question is what to do next?

Will I a single be?
Forever locked to this one just.
Rejecting willingly
Some other love, some other lust.

I guess I must be mad
But I just want this thought to die
That there’s more to be had
In love between my friend and I

I know what I must do.
Divorce the best platonic wife.
And find somebody new
To dedicate and share my life.

Shit!

The Prize…

9 August 2011

I find it hard to take,
Your sexual thirst you slake,
With every guy but me!

Oh Fuck!
Give me “Le Prix”!

You are oblivious.
You’re too lascivious.
Make me an invitee.

Oh Fuck!
I want “Le Priiix”!

I jest! For we are friends.
The joke though, never ends!
It’s fubar foolery

Oh Fuck!
I need “Le Priiiiiix”!

Although it’s such a drag,
I know we’ll never shag.
There will be no whoopee.

Fuck it!

Fuck you!

Le Priiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiix!

Grrrrr…. 😉

You like him…

7 June 2011

My dearest crazyta, for you I’m so glad.
I wish you the best time that you’ve ever had.
You like him… well fuck him! I’ll hate him anyway.
There’s no better method to the start of your day!

Enjoy!

A lover’s touch…

9 February 2007

On polished white, her graceful fingers freely dance.

Sending sweet whispers gliding through the once gloomy air.

And for a moment, everywhere, just hanging. Tantalising. Within reach.

Carrying away ambition and dissolving all accomplishment.

Oh how I long to be ensnared forever, bedazzled and bewitched.

Encore! Encore!