Lorielicious

My cupcake
you make me laugh so hard
the tears run down my face

I cannot recover
when you crack a joke
it's perma grin on my face

I love how we mesh
after so many a year
like time grew our friendship strong

This Christmas know
you're like a special gift
sweeter than a hooping song

Your Gift

You've given a gift
I was glad to accept
It was so prettily wrapped
that I nearly wept

The ribbon is shiny
and curled with such style
The seams folded crisply
I admired awhile

The tag was marked clearly
the lettering bold
by your very own hand
for me I was told

I tested the weight
I gave it a shake
The feel of it light
I felt my heart wake

The gesture was grand
the meaning was clear
a part of yourself
The gift is sincere

I slid off the wrap
I peered down in awe
how did you fit
all that I saw

Your trust and your friendship
your attention and care
your sweet thoughts and kindness
all of it there

Your warmth and your joy
your conversation, your time
you've given so much
Your gift is sublime

The Taste of Innocence

Inhale my subtle flavors
know me with your caress
you'll find I want you more
than I'm willing to confess

I hear a cry escape you
need consumes your eyes
such weakness overtakes me
as you approach my thighs

I yearn for you, I'll yield to you
your gaze slides past my hips
Does it make you swell with need
to see the pouting of my lips

You spread me very slowly
My voice now just a moan
your fingers test my readiness
I know torment in your groan

My heartbeat is near thunderous
The waiting makes you shake
It's my unrivaled want of you
that I'm begging you to slake

The taste of me is innocence
desire with no measure
Devour me with purpose
I gasp artlessly my pleasure

Fill me up completely
As deeply as you can
I want to feel you pulsing
every second you're within

Tame my wicked longing
make me scream your name
love me so intensely
the world will know I came

I'm drifting down on ragged sighs
the heat is fast returning
I could not get enough of you
to ever ease my burning

© 2009

Hoopilicious

I love the way you make me feel.
You smoothly glide in rhythmic time.
It's like you are a part of me.
I'm claiming you as mine.
The beat, it changes quickly.
You do not care at all.
You simply do as you are told.
I tell you not to fall.
You make my breath come quickly.
You cause my brow to glisten.
I can hear the gentle slapping,
when I take the time to listen.
You encircle my waist firmly.
It's only you and I.
I love you hoopilicious.
I love you more than pie.

Broken Promises

A million shards of promises.
The remnants of my dreams.
Broken, they lay glistening,
as I try to find the means
to carry on in spite of
the damage to my soul.
So sharp they slice
through all of me.
I cannot let them go.
I hold them close.
I bleed away
all I've ever felt.
Each one delivers agony.
All the pain you've ever dealt.
The softness of my flesh is
pierced sweetly through.
I treasure every poignant thrust
as a memory of you.

Sticky Fingers

Showing signs of neglect.
Getting dusty. Faded.
Color losing it's hopefulness.
Turning shades of jaded.

Pretty for no reason,
is ribbon candy left unsavored.
Taffy with no give.
Sours quite unflavored.

Climb atop a counter,
balance on a chair.
Do whatever you feel you must.
Unguarded candy is quite rare.

Stretch your hand to grab ahold
a brightly tinted lolly.
It's worth every ounce of risk.
Disregard the folly!

Lick the sugar coating.
Sticky fingers are such fun!
If you think you're surely caught,
drop the evidence and run.

One would never notice
unnatural color on your lips.
The happy green or purple
from those many Pixy Stix.

Pop rocks that do not snap.
It can not help but make me sad.
Put your hand inside the candy jar.
Be a naughty lad!

Extract a sweet tart, pucker up.
Don't deprive yourself.
What good is candy in a jar
stuck high up on a shelf?

Handfast

Once.
I counted.
Hardly able to contain
the fullness of my love.
Eyes well. Cheeks redden.
You gaze upon me in wonderment.
I melt from within. Molten.
Twice.
I inhale, fully,
the scent of your skin.
Imagine the rough touch
of your whiskers on
the soft down of my nape.
Nipping the fullness
of my bottom lip.
Anticipating you.
I hear you draw ragged breath.
The heat surrounds me.
Thrice.
The sigh escapes as I lean into
your embrace.
The cord has bound us.
Eternity. I am yours.
An eternity I have waited.
I hear the cheers. Muted.
Distant.
I feel your heart beat quicken.
I see your intention.
Your need is mine.
We walk the path of lovers.
Hands bound. Infinite joy is ours to know.

Oasis

Like a desert guide
to a thirsty man,
I can lead you to the drink.
A sunlight warmed oasis.
To your knees you sink.
You run your fingers
through the dampness,
unbelieving that it's real.
The moistness soon envelopes,
there's no denying what you feel.
Temptation whispers.
You've drawn in close
to dip your tongue inside.
Savoring deliciousness.
The sweetness undenied.
Shed your insecurities,
let your clothes fall
where they will.
The calm waters are inviting you,
step in and
take your fill.
So enticing is the feeling,
so needed is relief,
you gather nerve,
submerge yourself,
stealing pleasure like a thief.
There is no rush.
The ache will pass.
Don't ruin the joy by making haste.
Bliss is yours, the price I charge
is just one little taste.

Gossamer Rope

I was a bit ashamed
of the thought I had.
Still, you bade me speak.
Unguarded words
tumbled forth,
my knees became so weak.
I gathered breath
hoping to contain
the heat I felt escaping.
The door I'd opened
just a crack,
was suddenly left gaping.
Imagination
snuck you through,
uncaring of my pride.
I should have been
more discerning
before I let you come inside.
I welcomed you
quite fondly.
Not once consulting reason.
Denying self
what one needs is
tantamount to treason.
So, here I am
and here it is,
unwieldy in its scope.
There you are
unscathed and safe,
tossing me the rope.

Angeldust

There is no emotional love
nor is it physical lust.
I do believe the state I'm in
I'll be calling Angeldust.
Ground down, wore out
no pain, I have not bled.
Ventured delivering honesty
seems common sense had fled.
Over and over I roll the scenery
through an uncomplicated mind.
Good sense wars with wickedness,
fractious with divine.
Taunting in it's absence
torture in full view,
I'm plagued with possibilities
the experience is new.
Never have I felt it's like,
please make it go away.
I can not take it very long.
Though, I do need one more day.

Mine

Approaching slowly, stealthily
unseen.
It reaches out
caressing lovingly
what it may never touch.
It recoils as if
the sun has shone down,
revealing.
It knows a single moment of uncertainty,
knowing It is close to discovery.
The heat burns, scorching
though nothing is seen.
Nothing exists.
Nothing unacknowledged can.
Yet I feel what is waiting,
if I but turn to look.
A shadow shifts,
sleep eludes me.
I ponder the danger,
the joy, the pain,
the pleasure.
In the dark it ventures nearer.
Seems it never leaves,
not completely.
I cannot deny the sense.
This thing will not allow denial.
It is strong, unrelenting.
It breaths warmly,
I can almost feel it.
Moist, sweet, untamed
unreasoning. Appealing.
A life of it's own
formed of it's volition...
never mine.
Simply crouched,
waiting,
willing the door to open a crack.
A foot poised to slide forward,
keeping vigil for opportunity.
It is there.
I will not name it.
I feel it intensely.
I will not bring it to light.
I yearn for it.
It knows.
I fear it's consequence.
It welcomes me.
I know, as do you
that it is possible.
It is enveloping.
It has a need to devour all in it's path.
I am in it's path,
you are with me.
Do not look.
It knows you all too well.
It is aware.
It is powerful, overwhelming
needy, desired,
suppressed.
It will not be acknowledged.
Not by me.
So it will not be named.
It remains
intangible, intense, secret.
Unknowable.
Mine.

Laugh

Laugh away the troubles
grin away the pain
smile 'til the glow arrives
to evaporate the rain

Love with wild abandon
Dance as if it just might end
Throw yourself into your life
appreciate your friends

Share your joy with others
just speak the honest truth
try your best to laugh out loud
and drink one hundred proof

Box Man

I keep you in a little box,
I know you must be real.
I do believe in several things
I can not see or feel.

You talk to me so often,
I know that you can speak.
You are quite provocative
my interest clearly piqued.

I like the name you call me
when you show up to play.
It gives me quite a shiver
when you call me "Hey".

I'm sure you wish to share.
Somethings on your mind.
Or, are you simply dropping in
to kill a little time?

The night is quickly passing.
I'm staring at this square.
I know some one's on the other side,
I simply don't know where.

I type and type, then I wait,
no words are coming back.
So then I start imagining.
In this I do not lack.

Are you sleeping peacefully?
Are you making flan?
Will you be coming back real soon?
What is going on?

I think you may be dancing.
It must be something good!
You've been gone for oh so long,
are you hammering some wood?

Are you curled up with a saucy book?
Are you making Ham on Rye?
Why does it take so long for me
to receive a good reply?

Did the doorbell ring? An email come?
I'm stumped. I do not know.
I'm sitting here in mystery.
Where did my box man go?

Pretty Mind

Welcome to my pretty mind.
It is much like a thunderstorm.
Then, a rainbow in all perfectness
but here you'll see the colors form.

A risque thought is swirling 'round.
It feels like a lightning strike.
My mind is filled with so much fun,
no two thoughts alike.

Can you see the pictures fly
on their way to take some action?
I'll not let a one escape.
They'll get no satisfaction.

Simple joy is brewing,
I let this creation steep.
I toss out what should never be.
Good old naughtiness I keep.

Follow my dancing butterflies,
join in on my mirth.
Become a part of laughter
that lifts me off the earth.

Do you see any serious?
It is a tiny little dot.
No room for a stoic countenance
in my thinking spot!

So many dreams that have no end.
We all must have some goals.
If you could but see my playful thoughts
splashing in the shoals!

The bliss in there is endless
and it will not be denied.
It's such a sad fact of life
that I must keep most of it inside.

Maybe you should not venture
into the jungle of my soul
It may be for the best to shield
things only I must know.

My mind is certainly frolicsome.
Decidedly untamed.
It causes quite a ruckus!
Poor me, I get the blame.

Into the Sunlight

Feel the sunlight warm you
as you lay down in the field.
Feel the dew enfold you,
as the earth begins to yield.

Slowly drift to dreaming
of heaven up above.
Hear the sound of angels crying,
sweetly aching from their love.

Know the gentle rushing,
of nature's sultry breath.
Feel the wind caressing
as you awaken from your rest.

Taste the satisfaction
as the warmth begins to fade.
Into the sunlight, come again.
It's just beyond the shade.

Growing Old

In the corners of my mind
the cob-webs hang.
I hear only the echos
of songs I've sang.
Only the shadows do I see,
faded memories of how it used to be.

In the mirror,
the reflection is no longer mine.
All I see is someone silenced by time.
My hands lay still
as I have no one to hold,
because I grew alone
as I grew old.

Unaffected

Inexplicable, unexpected
thinking you were unaffected
doing nothing
needing haste
uncontrolled
just a taste
just a look
just a touch
very little
oh so much
seeming distant
silent burning
quenchless fire
helpless yearning
desire fresh
from long ago
touch my flesh
melting snow
look my way
thirsty eyes
drink of me
hear my cries
taste my lips
sense my want
wish to sate
this endless taunt
feel me sigh
filled with heat
make me breathless
I'm so weak.

My Recipe

Three cups of love
a pinch of life
a dash of fear
a hint of strife

Bundles of wishes
many drams of bliss
guilty pleasures
are on the list

handfuls of wistfulness
and burning desire
stirred constantly
over open fire

two grams of yearning
three of hope
folded in
then add some cope

A bushel of pleasure
sifted pain
many laughs
not much blame

A broken heart
that quickly mends
A love for you
that never ends

An ounce of sunshine
a million kisses
makes poetic sauce
for many dishes

I've never been a stranger
to sharing what I feel.
So have a look, enjoy yourself,
I'll try to keep it real.
Sometimes I may feel silly
or maybe seem a mess.
Just be amused, don't worry much,
I'd give you nothing less.
I'll be sharing several things
from my angsty teenage years,
New words are also spewing forth,
with not so many fears.
It's poetic sauce I'm mixing,
the recipes are vast.
from life I gather elements
that make the flavors last.

Chasing Stardust

I cannot run into arms
that are not really there.
I cannot slide my fingers through
a picture of your hair.
I cannot kiss those lips of yours
if I never can quite reach.
I cannot fall into a love
if another must be breached.
I cannot live all the dreams
of my misspent youth.
If you speak to me of nothing,
how can I live in truth.
An end was brought with no consent.
I never felt the lack.
So why did simple words from you
bring so much rushing back?