almost as promised
coleen
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you requested a poem
about frustration of a sexual nature
which sounds simple enough
but hard as i've tried it all sounds
too strained or perhaps restrained
and i can't decide which it is
the point is, that it still wasn't good
and maybe this isn't either
but its honest
thats the only way that i can write
it has to begin there
and then only the words know which way they are going and where we might end
first i need to feel it enough
to imagine it well enough to write it
which isn't to say that i've never felt it
because i have
and i do
only how do i explain - that part of myself and i don't get along so well?
because i don't allow her to have what she craves
and she's mad at me mostly and i can't say that i blame her
but she wants too much, too often
and the way she wants has no place in polite company
or detailed publicly for any eyes to see
they are our lover's secrets to cherish long after we may forget to cherish one another
those moments are sacred
and i can't ignore that for long
regardless of how much i might want to
so that is the struggle between the carnal
and the divine and oh how they would
intertwine if only we'd learn to let them
i suppose that until they can coexist
i'll keep to myself all the ways
she'd hope to twist and struggle and taste and touch
and all the humid wishes she'd whisper in his hear
and how he'd make her hum a lullabye all the while
in that way two people sing one another to sleep in those passionate moments
but i can tell you this
they'd be a tangle of eyes-legs-fingers-lips-hands-tonges-hips
and there would be no telling where one begins and the other ends
and she'd lean in so close and breathe hot and wet into his ears and burn soft salty kisses onto his neck
and speak of all the ways of interlacing themselves
and the places he could lead her
once she succumbs to his every suggestion
if only he weren't so fickle
so easily distracted
if only he weren't so vague
and he weren't so nearly invisible
if only he'd allow her to believe in him
perhaps then he might call to her and
all her replies would be
as you wish
about frustration of a sexual nature
which sounds simple enough
but hard as i've tried it all sounds
too strained or perhaps restrained
and i can't decide which it is
the point is, that it still wasn't good
and maybe this isn't either
but its honest
thats the only way that i can write
it has to begin there
and then only the words know which way they are going and where we might end
first i need to feel it enough
to imagine it well enough to write it
which isn't to say that i've never felt it
because i have
and i do
only how do i explain - that part of myself and i don't get along so well?
because i don't allow her to have what she craves
and she's mad at me mostly and i can't say that i blame her
but she wants too much, too often
and the way she wants has no place in polite company
or detailed publicly for any eyes to see
they are our lover's secrets to cherish long after we may forget to cherish one another
those moments are sacred
and i can't ignore that for long
regardless of how much i might want to
so that is the struggle between the carnal
and the divine and oh how they would
intertwine if only we'd learn to let them
i suppose that until they can coexist
i'll keep to myself all the ways
she'd hope to twist and struggle and taste and touch
and all the humid wishes she'd whisper in his hear
and how he'd make her hum a lullabye all the while
in that way two people sing one another to sleep in those passionate moments
but i can tell you this
they'd be a tangle of eyes-legs-fingers-lips-hands-tonges-hips
and there would be no telling where one begins and the other ends
and she'd lean in so close and breathe hot and wet into his ears and burn soft salty kisses onto his neck
and speak of all the ways of interlacing themselves
and the places he could lead her
once she succumbs to his every suggestion
if only he weren't so fickle
so easily distracted
if only he weren't so vague
and he weren't so nearly invisible
if only he'd allow her to believe in him
perhaps then he might call to her and
all her replies would be
as you wish
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i love how it started off-topic,
almost regretful of what it would become,
almost boasting that it wasn't something
that it would eventually become,
and the ending got me,
the last two stanzas got me,
if only i got them,
if only.
i'm not so good at the naughty dalliances as the rest of you around here - so this is me conceding. i try to keep up where i can and then gracefully bow down to the masters once i'm in over my head.
i think you are one of the masters...
how many times in the past 2 weeks have i thought about
hot and wet breath and salty-sweaty neck kisses,
oh its been too long,
and they speak of interlacing
and hesitating
and regrouping from a 2-night love-in,
some kind of good bed-in,
some kind of lilting dream.
i have always enjoyed your open style, so proetic (made up word but you'll understand what I mean I think), so open.
This private moment was laced with grace and your wished for divinity. I often wonder if that part of us that so many of us won't let out into the sun isn't some natural outcrop of who we are and should therefore be embraced as part of our persona and humana.
There would be entirely less sin in this world should that ever become the case.
be open to it when you find it goulet. she's there - maybe making snow angels somewhere on navy pier or at the empty bottle or at the red lion maybe even at the fireside bowl - just waiting for the day when you finally recognize her.
i have faith even when you don't - she's there any you will find your way to one another.
thank you yield
thank you as always for your thoughts.
i believe that i agree with you on embracing the many facets of our selves and each moment that we all spend here - i think brings us all a little closer to that end.
i just hope she recornizes me too...
and how do you know about navy pier,
who the hell are you?
thank you B.E. - and there isn't a thread in the world you've soiled not EVER.
she will - you have to be open and believe and you'll find her when you least expect to.
how do i know about navy pier beside the fact that i am the all knowing all seeing happy phantom AND that it happens to be one of the windy city's most famous attractions?
my brother lived in chicago a few years ago and i visited quite a bit. shhhhhhh, its a secret.
now i'm quivering
and a little scared,
and a little puzzled
but why?
i'd never want to scare or puzzle you. :(
because of this...
SPANK
purple - my very favorite, how did you know?
how didn't i know...
i think in some previous life we lived in a foxhole together,
one keen-eyed grey fox,
and one sexy-independent red fox.
that must be it
and then one day the sexy-independent red fox, found the mate he was so patiently waiting for......and he relocated to assume his rightful position as the constable of the poetry smut-hut.