
I am tired, beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you;
of squeezing it into little ink drops, and posting it.
And I scald alone, here,
under the fire of the great moon.
~Amy Lowell~
Some say a full moon brings out the animal in us
maybe it does
and then...maybe it isn't to blame
I can safely accredit this state
to knowing
right now
that nothing done with sincerity, or purity
is a waste of time....
and realizing...that while I'll
never
get
the
chance
to tell you....again
while you're lying on my lap..
or in this bed
or watching movies buck naked
....while kissing every place on each other...
you know how we do it,
every
place

and clawing at each others moistened skin
playing
in your hair
and through your hairs
....while our wet fingers
touch...
and clutch
sending intimately fass,
crass
haw signals
that make me hot
and 'yearning',
'burning'
for you
feeling
so
fresh
and free
...
I can see
that the present circumstances
don't make me
....
they reveal me
It is high time for my soul
to feel me
....lying here....
and deal with my whys and whens
why...evenings like these.....spent without you,
not being able to do...us things....why not feeling the joy
that being us....brings us in
does not impede my belief
in my faith,
in my hope,
or in my love
They 'make' me love.
You make me horny
and restless
...more so...
even though you're
nowhere
around
My longing
is multiplied
....
remembering
when I 'could' look into your eyes
and watch
as our mutual desires collide,
as you waste no time
sliding between these thighs
sssiiiighhhh
and you find no surprises
because you make my early morning
and my midnight rises lol
You are the reason
...I'm feeling this wet fire....
this unquenchable desire
this heated love
...
the choking kind
the uncomfortable kind
....the non-refundable kind....
and how it is making me
......
blind
damnnn!
(whispering)
to any copies of the real thing
that my present desolation brings
you will "never' hear me sing
like this
The 'how you ask around for me'
when I'm not there
and when catching my glance....
'you wink'..
and sink me
as I wink back
.....
Yeahhhhhh!!!!!!!!
(almost there, baby)
Moments like these
...to me....
are
priceless
and unable to be touched,

worth more
than a million bucks
to me
you set my passion free
like confetti
bursting in air
almost with the sanction
of an 'answered prayer'
My answer is like tears of joy
pouring from my pores
hands waving
clapping
lights flashing
libido crashing
in throbbing satisfaction
don't.
stop.
don't
don't....
stop....
don't stop
don't stop
.....
.....
DON'T STOP!!!
Yes,
it's the choking kind
but
the only kind of love
that works
on me
for me
You
work
me
over
(singing)
You have it
....you got it...
forever
this is not a one night stand
I'm not sure 'when'
(exhaling)
I started loving you
.......
like this
I just know
no one
can take your place
jakuper (6/30/11)
of squeezing it into little ink drops, and posting it.
And I scald alone, here,
under the fire of the great moon.
~Amy Lowell~
Some say a full moon brings out the animal in us
maybe it does
and then...maybe it isn't to blame
I can safely accredit this state
to knowing
right now
that nothing done with sincerity, or purity
is a waste of time....
and realizing...that while I'll
never
get
the
chance
to tell you....again
while you're lying on my lap..
or in this bed
or watching movies buck naked
....while kissing every place on each other...
you know how we do it,
every
place

and clawing at each others moistened skin
playing
in your hair
and through your hairs
....while our wet fingers
touch...
and clutch
sending intimately fass,
crass
haw signals
that make me hot
and 'yearning',
'burning'
for you
feeling
so
fresh
and free
...
I can see
that the present circumstances
don't make me
....
they reveal me
It is high time for my soul
to feel me
....lying here....
and deal with my whys and whens
why...evenings like these.....spent without you,
not being able to do...us things....why not feeling the joy
that being us....brings us in
does not impede my belief
in my faith,
in my hope,
or in my love
They 'make' me love.
You make me horny
and restless
...more so...
even though you're
nowhere
around
My longing
is multiplied
....
remembering
when I 'could' look into your eyes
and watch
as our mutual desires collide,
as you waste no time
sliding between these thighs
sssiiiighhhh
and you find no surprises
because you make my early morning
and my midnight rises lol
You are the reason
...I'm feeling this wet fire....
this unquenchable desire
this heated love
...
the choking kind
the uncomfortable kind
....the non-refundable kind....
and how it is making me
......
blind
damnnn!
(whispering)
to any copies of the real thing
that my present desolation brings
you will "never' hear me sing
like this
The 'how you ask around for me'
when I'm not there
and when catching my glance....
'you wink'..
and sink me
as I wink back
.....
Yeahhhhhh!!!!!!!!
(almost there, baby)
Moments like these
...to me....
are
priceless
and unable to be touched,

worth more
than a million bucks
to me
you set my passion free
like confetti
bursting in air
almost with the sanction
of an 'answered prayer'
My answer is like tears of joy
pouring from my pores
hands waving
clapping
lights flashing
libido crashing
in throbbing satisfaction
don't.
stop.
don't
don't....
stop....
don't stop
don't stop
.....
.....
DON'T STOP!!!
Yes,
it's the choking kind
but
the only kind of love
that works
on me
for me
You
work
me
over
(singing)
You have it
....you got it...
forever
this is not a one night stand
I'm not sure 'when'
(exhaling)
I started loving you
.......
like this
I just know
no one
can take your place
jakuper (6/30/11)

yup ...
ReplyDeletei know that choking kind of love ...
one has to beware that it does not cut off the life breath of one's spirit ..!
love reading you joyce !
Vinnie..it doesn't...it is what muses me when my muse is no where to be found. I love feeling love...
ReplyDeleteand I thank you for liking how I do me...:)
that was good! joyce!..and it made me think of that Elvis song...*hunka burning Love..*:)
ReplyDeletethank you lady! made you think of Elvis...wow..I used to love him. Didn't believe he was dead for a long time lol He was just too cool to die...
ReplyDeleteJoyce - I love - have always loved the way you just get into a groove and your words just spill out on the page - like a flood...its beautiful - ebbing and flowing - swirling through my thoughts. For me - poetry is an unruly - capricious creature....for you - it is the move of life itself.
ReplyDeleteAwesome.
What Tammy said. You're just a damn good gushing fountain (and ehm no pun intended lol)
ReplyDeleteWhat a splendid way to use all three!! Good going.
It's an amazing piece of writing. Like a stream of consciousness turned into ink river. I like this kind of writing..takes me on a ride!
ReplyDeleteTam...thank you. You know I learned so much from SP and it feels good to stretch myself in a challenge. I can feel my poetic voice changing......
ReplyDeleteRoggy...lol got me laughing out loud...I caught that...lol I am so glad you are giving me a chance to challenge myself with moving pictures. thanks for keeping me with pen in hand....
ReplyDeletethank you Delilah...I got lost in my feelings on this one and I like how it turned out...and I'm happy you liked it.thanks again for reading me...
ReplyDeletePhew, I feel like I've gone round in a washer-dryer on high heat.
ReplyDeleteVery intense :))
LOl...I guess that's a good thing in a way huh....lol Thanks for reading and liking my flow, lady...
ReplyDeleteSexy without being porn. You struck a good balance there.
ReplyDeletethank you dock...That is my style lately because I so love taking mental trips to anywhere I want to go..with the English language guiding me...subtly...lol
ReplyDeleteglad you enjoyed....