My Madona…
She’s a village woman from the coast,
Virgin reefs and coral seas,
In her eyes a burning hunger,
Whirl pools circle in my head,
Unlike me, I loose ma self-control,
Giving into her tender touch,
Come closer, cum closer….
You’re my desire…
She sings to me like first sunrise,
Building something in ma heart,
One look at you and I go bla bla….
Can’t even seem to speak the words…
A simple woo-man filled with goo-dness,
Makes ma world a betta place,
I melt in you, I’m one wit’ you,
How can I make you see,
How you make me feel?
You’re my desire…
I’m your believer,
Come closer, cum closer…
.... where a pedestrian word juz can't convey the emotional deepth needing to be traffiked at that junction of trancendance. capice!
or ... i am sure it would be covered in that ancient and revered tounge of the dorg, which of course, again, transcends the requirement of a banal dick- shon-aary.
I wasn't making fun of you....
I really do appreciate your companionship,
Your words take me to another world,
even making me weak at times,
leaving me in that "if only" mode,
You are the warmth in ma chest,
the moist on ma tongue,
the craving of ma passion,
You tantalise my senses,
merging all things into bliss,
heart pounding...
palms sweating...
mental orgasm...
body spasms...
the things that make me go hmmm...your words
We come alive here...
manipulating words to convey emotions...
choosing them hooo soooo carefully,
thats got me head spinning...(~sigh~)
We're insulated by our anonymity,
therefore givng flight to our dreams, expressed in...this, cyberland...
You somehow found your place in me,
implanted, and begun to grow,
I didn't resist you,
I didn't want too,
and now I'm swimming in that world,
where the feelings just soo fine,
I'd dine you and wine you if I could,
but we both thats for too real for now,
I may sound silly but...
I can see you through your words,
That inner person that fades when face to face,
So my muse, lets stick as tight as tight can be...
and for as long as long can be...
your words melt me
my brain swims
drowning, drowning...
smiling, swooning,
spinning dreams perfect.
.......blissful thoughts of you,
this hasty attempt is aimed to hold you
right in the forefront of now.
to hold you close
the second i find you
bind you to me
for it seems too long
since last you came to me.
you mean so much
should i tell you?
when sad and alone, you come to me
then,
filled with you, i want to gift you
to share the warmth, to share the joy
or, give
whatever would please you most
nothing too good for you
nothing i would not share
your pleasure assured
if you find it in me.
guide me, tell me, take me,
please
.... together
in here, that is my plea.
tis what i need.
as we have planted the seed,
and now as we both allow it to grow,
to flourish, to feed
our fantasies, our cyber needs........
fear not to express your inner most thoughts
let them tumble forth,
for me to catch them with
pride and care,
keep them resplendant
an ever present talisman
proof we are bound together,
are one
in here, our chosen land
i will stick as tight as tight can be
for as long as long can be
only one thing, dear one
and worrisome this may be
but you have found yourself
another coastal rose
can you cope, dear i hope
as,
inland i can never be
unless perhaps at your decree
i crave waves to crash, gulls to soar
trees must sway, near golden sand
and together we stand
united, as one
on our cyber shore
(fingers crossed)
Wind in your hair, coconut palms swaying,
Golden sand, beach hut, on an Island not too big or not too small…
Just enough for a you and I population,
Take you…I will,
Guide you…that too,
Please you…my ambition,
Gulls above, blue skies beyond, fine sand beneath your feet,
Laughter in your eyes and grace in your motion,
Like the sea…to and fro,
We walk hand in hand,
As I tell you tales of long ago,
How we were destined to be as we are today,
Poems in the Wind,
Crystal Waters, a breeze playfully ruffles your hair, distant dolphins,
You in your laplap and me in your “fantasy,”
I’m coming, not too slow, not too fast….
Just cumming, to that upstairs place you told about,
A lone gull soars above, a lazy crab strolls by,
Shells glisten, sparkling white water, shoreline,
Your feet get wet in between your toes,
Warmth of sand comfort your horizontal weight,
Straight ahead…nothing but blue sky, palm treetops,
And the occasional gull,
In your view,
Time, stand still,
For you have no bearing where we’re going,
I take you to that place,
Where the lines fine between fantasy and reality,
Where words are reduced to hmms and mwas,
Or some form of verbal discharge that declares a state of pure ecstasy in its most rawest form,
Even on a day as clear as this,
I’d make lightning and thunder roll undercover,
A gentle breeze, A soft sunbeam on your skin,
And finally whisper a tune to cuddle your pulsing senses,
My passion,
A bonfire for two, fresh coconut juice for your lips,
That sparkle in your eye again,
Indicating my reward,
Your satisfaction,
My ambition,
As you lay there in my “fantasy,”
Fulfilled and peaceful,
Wasted…yet replenished we feel,
The aftermath of a great day,
Hung over from the spoils of our brew,
A tropical sun sets toward the horizon,
Just above the sea,
Where sea and sky seem to merge,
A rainbow of colours in the heavens,
A flock of gulls,
A distant chirping cricket,
The crackling of the fire,
And the constant sound of soft water on golden sand,
A physical manifestation of our state of being,
A perfect ending for a Wanda full lady,
and you must own it
I took a tumble
as wild thoughts of us
rolled and rumbled
constantly,
more and more so
all care for personal safety is abandoned
to thoughts of us,
our fantasy
i need to heal, so again to reel
in the heady delights
of sin and sanctuary
that you provide and invite
for us both to delight
in our safe harbour
of you and me,
of our own island that is we
my pain intrudes, has no place
i wish to race
to your warm embrace
please, I beg
one week, no more
your wounded wanda
could it be she is a wuss
to be cured by a loving
..... tap on her toush
One week, no more,
I promise,
But if I do,
Sometimes I go,
Like when I told of
City lights from above,
Sometimes I’m here
But not in thought,
For I don’t write such,
Without first feeling,
For it is these feelings
That form the words,
And not the words
That form the feelings,
Hope you see through mine eyes,
For a time,
Thoughts I ponder,
And wish to share,
Something I read,
Gave birth to this,
Here’s me,
For you to read,
Dull...evening...blue...Alone...
A silent canoeist in the distant,
A rain drop in the water,
A circle travelling outward,
Rain drop to sea,
Water to water,
A second one drops,
A second circle forms,
Smaller than the first,
The one before has since disappeared,
Such is time and lives we live,
Here today and gone tomorrow,
It all comes down to time,
We say we need time,
But time is not yours nor mine,
Its just here and now,
Water to water,
Make the best,
With what is now,
Like I will share,
My time with you and here,
From me to you,
Water to water,
Time is now,
My Honi pot...
High and low,
Over and yonder,
You’re soo gone,
Hard to find….
I searched the Isle of “you and I”
Only the empty beach met mine eyes,
The sun‘s been stolen from the sky,
The star no longer shines,
And a sad loneliness, emptiness, void,
Reminds me of what was.
The palms as if sensing your absence
Bow their heads
Like women in mourning,
The gulls very distant,
Cry instead of sing,
Kicking the sand below my feet,
I feel like a lonely day in a paradise gone wrong…
My one Wanda left with out a word…
I complete my thoughts
Seal with a kiss
In this here empty bottle
And send it afloat
Across the cyber seas in search of you
My Honi, honi…
Hope this finds you in good health
Missing you…
If this is it…Then I thankyou for what was
And wish you the best in all else…