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Poems of love lust and sexy adventure
February 11 2013
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RHP User
13 years ago
In my top Ten though would have to be;She Was a Phantom of Delight........BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTHShe was a Phantom of delightWhen first she gleamed upon my sight;A lovely Apparition, sentTo be a moment's ornament;Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair;Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair;But all things else about her drawnFrom May-time and the cheerful Dawn;A dancing Shape, an Image gay,To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.I saw her upon nearer view,A Spirit, yet a Woman too!Her household motions light and free,And steps of virgin-liberty;A countenance in which did meetSweet records, promises as sweet;A Creature not too bright or goodFor human nature's daily food;For transient sorrows, simple wiles,Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.And now I see with eye sereneThe very pulse of the machine;A Being breathing thoughtful breath,A Traveller between life and death;The reason firm, the temperate will,Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;A perfect Woman, nobly planned,To warn, to comfort, and command;And yet a Spirit still, and brightWith something of angelic light.The line i think i appreciate the most is "To be a moment's ornament"
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RHP User
13 years ago
I wrote this about a lover who was travelling and sent me the sexiest picture of himself which I had as my screensaver for a while. I stroked your face You never felt it My fingers explored the contours of your cheeks On my screen I traced my fingers down your body You never felt it Softly I caressed your chest and rested my hand on your heart I felt your breath rise and fall Silently I worshipped you You never witnessed it My adoration as I imbibed you From my screen
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RHP User
13 years ago
I wouldnt mind nudierudie touching me in some way that I may not like to share ;o)sorry couldnt resist let me ponder on this one a moment
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madotara69
13 years ago
I am writing it, but I didn't write it.While riding through Texas, where bullets fly thickone hand on my saddle, one hand on my dickit was there that I met here, the girl I adoresweet Scarlet the harlot, the cow punchers whoreshe was easy and greasy, she was always in heatwhen ever you meet her, she was out on the streetShe'd fuck for a dollar, take less or, take moreSweet Scarlet the harlot, the cow punchers whoreIt was when laying in bed one night playing with a titshe said, excuse me, my darling, I must have a shitshe went to the window, to hang out her arseI pitied the poor bastard,who was walking past it was a lonely night watchman, heard a slight rustle from the skyas he looked up, a stream of hot shit hit him fair in the eyesHe had ten poxy kids, and a syphilitic wifehe now spends his time on the corners of Market and Pitt with a sign around his neck, saying blinded by shit.Sorry Freya, it is the only poem, I have the fortune to remember. Perhaps, maybe the way it was told. he heI don't expect that everyone will get the "jist", I like the way he chose to tell his story, leaving me to wonder for the meanings, the sincerity I suppose. hope you get a giggle from it.Mado xx
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RHP User
13 years ago
Different origin, the same destinations On the high seas', we plot constellationsThe up's and down's, we are the ships in the nightWe pass to and fro, a pleasure a pure delightSix degrees from you, I search for my compassUnfolding each day, always a greater purposeA circle of passion, love still yearning to knowI will hold you one day, nurturing love to growLove will fill our cup, as one we are a vesselLike the spring roses, shall adorn on our trestleAs the days come and go, the tides ebb and flowOur journey's enclose, you my girl Im your beau
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RHP User
13 years ago
It doesn’t interest mewhat you do for a living.I want to knowwhat you ache forand if you dare to dreamof meeting your heart’s longing. It doesn’t interest mehow old you are.I want to know if you will risk looking like a foolfor lovefor your dreamfor the adventure of being alive. It doesn’t interest mewhat planets are squaring your moon...I want to knowif you have touchedthe centre of your own sorrowif you have been openedby life’s betrayalsor have become shrivelled and closedfrom fear of further pain. I want to knowif you can sit with painmine or your ownwithout moving to hide itor fade itor fix it. I want to knowif you can be with joymine or your ownif you can dance with wildnessand let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toeswithout cautioning usto be carefulto be realisticto remember the limitationsof being human. It doesn’t interest meif the story you are telling meis true.I want to know if you candisappoint anotherto be true to yourself.If you can bearthe accusation of betrayaland not betray your own soul.If you can be faithlessand therefore trustworthy. I want to know if you can see Beautyeven when it is not prettyevery day.And if you can source your own lifefrom its presence. I want to knowif you can live with failureyours and mineand still stand at the edge of the lakeand shout to the silver of the full moon,“Yes.” It doesn’t interest meto know where you liveor how much money you have.I want to know if you can get upafter the night of grief and despairweary and bruised to the boneand do what needs to be doneto feed the children. It doesn’t interest mewho you knowor how you came to be here.I want to know if you will standin the centre of the firewith meand not shrink back. It doesn’t interest mewhere or what or with whomyou have studied.I want to know what sustains youfrom the insidewhen all else falls away. I want to knowif you can be alone with yourselfand if you truly likethe company you keepin the empty moments. Oriah Mountain Dreamer
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RHP User
13 years ago
On Oriah's poem, mybad, but you get the drift :)
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RHP User
13 years ago
To His Coy Mistress Had we but world enough, and time,This coyness, Lady, were no crimeWe would sit down and think which wayTo walk and pass our long love's day.Thou by the Indian Ganges' sideShouldst rubies find: I by the tideOf Humber would complain. I wouldLove you ten years before the Flood,And you should, if you please, refuseTill the conversion of the Jews.My vegetable love should growVaster than empires, and more slow;An hundred years should go to praiseThine eyes and on thy forehead gaze;Two hundred to adore each breast,But thirty thousand to the rest;An age at least to every part,And the last age should show your heart.For, Lady, you deserve this state,Nor would I love at lower rate.But at my back I always hearTime's wingèd chariot hurrying near;And yonder all before us lieDeserts of vast eternity.Thy beauty shall no more be found,Nor, in thy marble vault, shall soundMy echoing song: then worms shall tryThat long preserved virginity,And your quaint honour turn to dust,And into ashes all my lust:The grave's a fine and private place,But none, I think, do there embrace.Now therefore, while the youthful hueSits on thy skin like morning dew,And while thy willing soul transpiresAt every pore with instant fires,Now let us sport us while we may,And now, like amorous birds of prey,Rather at once our time devourThan languish in his slow-chapt power.Let us roll all our strength and allOur sweetness up into one ball,And tear our pleasures with rough strifeThorough the iron gates of life:Thus, though we cannot make our sunStand still, yet we will make him run. HOWEVER..... Out of the BIBLE.... The "SONGS Of SOLOMON" (Google them.... :) ) Beautiful Church ordained PORN!!!!
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RHP User
13 years ago
ASSING stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you, You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me as of a dream,) I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you, All is recall'd as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured, You grew up with me, were a boy with me or a girl with me, I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become not yours only nor left my body mine only, You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass, you take of my beard, breast, hands, in return, I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or wake at night alone, I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again, I am to see to it that I do not lose you.
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RHP User
13 years ago
PASSING stranger...
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RHP User
13 years ago
Quoting 'Ms_Devious' PASSING stranger... LOL I was thinking there for a moment ... How nice taking into consideration gay lovers poetry too ;o)
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RHP User
13 years ago
Not many people I know actually quote Walt.. A cute and HOT reason why I do
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RHP User
13 years ago
Twisting like a flame in a slow dance baby, lord have mercy.
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RHP User
13 years ago
The newest side to your pentagon......romantic. That wasn't on the radar...
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RHP User
13 years ago
I always rather loved this one, the idea that a true dedication to the voluptuous life drew the sin out of it... (translated - Les Fleurs du Mal) Picture a beauty, shoulders rich and fine, Letting her long hair trail into her wine, Talons of love, the poison tooth of sin Slip and are dulled against her granite skin. She laughs at Death and flouts Debauchery; Those fiends who in their heavy pleasantries Gouge and destroy, still keep a strange regard For majesty - her body strong and hard. A goddess, or a sultan's regal wife - A faithful Paynim of voluptuous life - Her eyes call mortal beings to the charms Of ready breasts, between her open arms. She feels, she knows - this maid, this barren girl By our desire fit to move the world - The gift of body's beauty is sublime And draws forgiveness out of every crime. She knows no Hell, or any afterlife, And when her time shall come to face the Night She'll meet Death like a newborn, face to face In innocence - with neither guilt nor hate. MsK x
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RHP User
13 years ago
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
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RHP User
13 years ago
These poems :)
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RHP User
13 years ago
*smiles*
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RHP User
13 years ago
nuff said
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RHP User
13 years ago
14th.I sat upon the wooden floor and talked to you while strange music played.It was not the lace, delicate, in your hair that caught my eye,But the way you corrected my thinking style.And from that night it's been a while.But I hope you have a Valentine.Two moons, then on my phone I read some text, am quite surprised.Like laundry your carnal thoughts are piled in my lap, but clear.A hip cafe but no coffee to straiten lines.As I recall, embraced, your arms in mine.I hope you have a Valentine.We chat upon the telephone, of history, of places varied in character.Then into the night we draw little boxes until our eyes are crossed.When we're done our smiles are fine.And although our paths then seemed serpentine.I wish you a wonderful Valentine.After a quarter I looked at my phone and wondered if that line would be lonely.But you called back and we talked of small things, family and semester results.Your happy voice left me with calm and smiles.Some wonderful times now properly filed.Please have a lovely Valentine.
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RHP User
13 years ago
Heart I never made it to any of the chambers of the organ you call your heart. R R
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RHP User
13 years ago
Hey I like that.A sort of Hiku, but not.
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RHP User
13 years ago
That's pretty awesome writing!
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