Affinity

Guided hands feel their way,

Breathless sighs betray.

Fantasy fuels the ardent fire,

Two, transfixed, desire.

Immortal code betrays in flesh

Lovers touch, caress.

A mirrored need to seek the one,

Melded, they succumb.

Dissolving into liquid pool,

Tightened muscles overrule

All mental hope, facility

To rationalise what skin betrays.

Urgent passage to the place

Where blood suffuses; endless grace.

Crescendo in a wanton song,

Affinity where two belong.

How To Undress A Woman

Now Brenda seems to think I’m saucy. Even when I’m not trying to be. Bloody hell, that was just a wee innocent post.  But it did get me thinking about saucy. 😉

 

How to undress a woman,

Well, I know there’s more than a few,

But for the purposes of clarification,

I’ll list my favourite two.

 

Begin first of all with your mind and your eyes,

Envision the beauty you’ll see,

Let shimmer of desire spark radiant fire,

She’ll recognise and want to be free.

 

Now, slowly, uncover each portion of flesh,

Kissing each part as revealed,

Tenderly nibbling on morsels delightful,

Till nothing more is concealed.

 

Or, hold hands to her head and kiss deeply,

Eyes firing with darkest emotion,

Then, quickly, with no hesitation,

Let four hands resist all slow motion.

 

One is smouldering passion,

With thoughts swimming round in your head,

The other is urgent, needs no commanding,

Doesn’t need even a bed!

 

How to undress a woman,

Many the answers there be.

But either of the two depicted

Work wonders for little ole me!

Sandra And Mark

Humour and beauty,

The two so combined,

In Sandra, I seek

A piece of my mind

That sources the living,

The loving I find

 That no other woman,

No one can compare, to

Sandra, my Bullock,

I look and I stare

At beauty and talent,

So often revealed

In images conveyed

Where nothing’s concealed,

In pictures on screen

Where I must confess

I worship the woman

Who one day may bless

The life that I lead;

Spirit filled with reality

Becomes heaven on earth

With Miss Congeniality.

220px-Sandra_Bullock,_The_Heat,_London,_2013_(crop)Photo credit http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sandra_Bullock

I would too, Mark. shit! Did I just say that out loud?! Lol. 🙂

HJ 1 FAIR’S FAIR! 🙂

‘What Do Women Want?’

Now Suz, you have nailed it, as a female with a mind,

Experience in womanhood. Men must seek and so they’ll find

That much of what a woman wants is tethered to the stars.

I know they say that we hail from Venus while men exist on Mars.

 

A cosmic soul comparison to highlight different spheres,

A lifetime spent in wondering, overcoming fears.

But planets should collide in space in some ethereal way

And, on earth, we bump together too but all men have to say, is

 

‘Darling, what’s your heart’s desire? Tell me, I will try.

I’ll promise love eternally and search until I die,

To overcome your subtleties, learn to read your clues,

Endeavour to be true all days, pay what is your due.

 

I’ll harness stars and catch the moon, remove obstacles in our path,

I’ll humour you when you are blue, I’ll try to make you laugh.

I’ll even buy you personals when Christmas comes along,

I’ll sing to you with lover’s voice and soothe you with my song.

 

Is that enough to win your heart? What more, please, pray me tell,

Guessing at your nuances, men don’t do that very well.’

Now that’s a start, if men are willing to read the woman’s book,

They’ll tell you if you really ask. And listen, that’s the hook.

 

‘You’ve said it all, that’s all I ask. Willingness to show,

Hidden voice within my head, you’re trying to understand and know.

Woo me with a sense of worth, seasons full of longing,

Ensure your heart is open wide, a place I may belong in.

 

Answer me in sentences, not cryptic yes or no’s.

We use our words expressively, while your dearth quite often shows

That what we’re trying to say to you goes right over your head.

Then we lose the plot at you and you wonder what you said.

 

The point you see is you don’t say much to express all that is real

You seem to think we should absorb, osmosis-like, what you feel.

To you, a word or two should do, a nod or gesture feint

To speak your love, exact desires. It doesn’t work! Not quaint!

 

Exactitude in what you feel, expressed in tender giving,

From heart and soul and mind as well; Woman’s way for living.

Just a thought or two for you. Hope it’s not too much.

That it doesn’t blow your mind wide open at all that mush and such

 

Anti-male, Jessie-like, entrapments for the ‘soft’.

Not soft at all but strength it shows; we’ll hold you so aloft

If all that you convey to us is done with purest love

And sensual thrown in, for good measure. That might just be enough!’

 

No more I’ll say. I’m telling you, women speak in heaps,

But not all we say is heeded, a pity, it would keep

Unnecessary confusion from cluttering up our way.

Openness and honesty might help to win the day.

 

Remember though that truthfulness, although a wondrous gift,

Should not be used when she asks, ‘Does my bum look big in this?’

A gentle smile, no smirks, not wise, if you want to keep your teeth.

See, it’s all quite easy. Next question, if you please!

Sow Love

Tan Renga Challenge #25, Angie’s “fair-colored windows”

 

fair-colored windows –

the barren break forth in song

better than words                       ( Angie)

 

melody of touch and kiss,

crescendo sows loving life       ( Me)

 

http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.co.uk/2014/01/tan-renga-challenge-25-angie-windows.html

Candlelight

Wick splutters, casts light,

Shimmers on limbs,

Dances.

Candle flaring, revealing

Eros’ dart fired,

Simmered glances.

 

Wax drips, time ticks

Unnoticed,

Under covers.

Melting forgives,

Flame lives

For lovers.

 

Kindled fire,

Taper spent,

Blaze extinguished.

Glow remains,

Flickering,

Love distinguished.

Love’s Throne

Trapped in arms too strong

Wrapped in love’s embrace

Tangled limbs entwined

Passion in each face

 

Dance to beating hearts

Thrum to music’s beat

Quiver to the rhythm

Please, oh please, entreat

 

Answers in each body

Found in all the questions

Mind’s magic conjures words

No others dare to mention        

 

Defined in soul’s desire

Pleas for needs to quench

Unimagined blissfulness,

Two so; none can wrench

 

Two lovers when they find

A soul to call their own

Combined, as one, in unity.

Love reposes on such throne.

Opalescent Promises

Opalescent promises irradiate my skin

Tentative fingertips touch now, to begin

Searching for that sweet caress.

Benediction, one may bless

This union, here no sin.

 

Poetry in motion, creates the cutest wink,

Sensuality articulated, allows no space to think.

Harmonised in frailty and love so free expressed

United thoughts and movements tease and thus do test

The strength of this, our link.

 

Video reading  Opalescent Promises

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.

 

Video reading Sensuality’s Song

Do You Understand?

Do you understand

My sensual wanting

Do you see and view

My need

Does captivity

Of feeling

Assuage

An endless

Aching need

Does nurture play a part

In who

Created thus I am

Or is nature

More

Determined to

Lay claim

To This

Alarm

It causes

To so many

Who can

Or cannot

Understand

Senses

All enveloped

Explored

To be

All that

I am