Sensuality’s Song

Sexuality knows a secret,

It lives within the mind,

Nourishes the sensual soul,

Imagination finds

 

 

Sublime pleasures in the brain,

Transferred to earth by body,

Electrical compulsion blast,

Volcanic does embody

 

 

Eruption from the very core,

The mind, the heart, the soul,

Thankfulness in all its parts,

Making loving whole.

 

 

Re-release the woman,

Fulfil the song with glory,

Sing crescendos to the heavens.

Harmony, the story.

 

 

The man shown love with sensual song

Accompanying each new chorus,

Responds in loving heart’s desire,

Fountain flows and pours.

 

 

Celebrating love again

In joyous, radiant rapture,

Senses felt, all revealed,

Two hearts relive, recapture

 

 

A cosmic song when two belong

And love has found its path,

Fluorescent lights and stars

And mirth – such loving laugh.

 

 

A message then, if one you need,

Release the mind to know,

Reveal and celebrate to find,

Let all loving show.

 

 

Received in pleasure, given too,

Abandonment enhances,

Two rejoined in unity.

New life, new hope, new chances.

 

 

For life and worries can defeat

And thwart all expectation,

But mindful, soulful, sensual heart

Shows by demonstration.

 

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Golden Days

In golden age of godly days,

Zeus on Olympus high,

A world controlled by fickleness

And portents from the sky.

 

Eros fired an arrow true

But aimed at two apart,

Delighted in his mischief

And laughed at broken heart.

 

Aphrodite wooed and swooned,

Insidious creeping charm,

Wreaked havoc on all men of worth,

Inflicted them with harm.

 

Poseidon guarded mighty deep

And trident powered seas.

He roared into the chasms, caves

And harkened not to pleas.

 

Hades kept all souls within

A haunted, hellish hole.

No one travelled over Styx

To save immortal soul.

 

Zeus believed all he conceived

And interfered in lust

Meddling so in specious forms.

A god, fornicating and unjust.

 

So many little entities

And great and powerful ones

Distorting truth and argument

All for godly fun.

 

The golden days of yesteryear,

In fantasy and flight,

Mesmeric in their poesy

But rarely often right.

 

And still I read of mighty deeds

And heroes of the past,

For myths and legends so profound

Will captivate and last.

Elemental

On barrier reef

And rocks around,

Lost and damaged

Souls are found.

 

Shipwrecked there

When vessels floundered,

Gallant galleons

Pirated, plundered.

 

Bodies sank into locker

Where Davy tends and keeps.

Souls released to other element

Drown, they would, in deep.

 

So weaving in and out each crevice,

Howling to the gale,

Separated souls from corpses

Scream. No arms to wave or flail.

 

A mist rolls in, envelops,

Captures and absorbs,

Rescues deserted entities,

Soothes essence without words.

 

Carried out beyond the waves

Above the ocean blue,

Soaring seamlessly to find

And bring each one to you.

 

Along the way just one or two

Drip and drop from inside fog,

Dissolved into the watery one,

Lost to unknown God.

 

Rejoined with flesh, they gasp for air,

Mr. Jones will smile.

He’ll let them suffer agonies

But only for a while.

 

A mighty roar and awesome wave

Will crash against the shore,

Deathly ones expelled to earth

To try to search for more.

 

Reborn again to airy light

Lost souls in body pieces,

Searching, crying to the night

Till peace, at last, releases

 

To each their own fulfilment,

Each plan and every goal,

Endeavour, search, illuminate

Till one day all be whole

 

And entities and essences

Will join in one great mass

Diffused into etheric plain

As gracious ghostly gas

 

Ignites the love all shared by one,

Explosive in its nature,

Whirling whorls of fiery power

Such souls, all one, in stature.