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Abrigon
Jun 6, 2025, 12:31:45 PMJun 6
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NAMED LOVE:
P-Of Jill
Ah to smell her once again, to touch her hand, to smell her scent, as I
hold it and kiss it, knowing the joy of her hands, of them around me,
and I around her waist, dancing all nite long and feeling joy together,
like nothing ever ends..
Oh Jill, to walk up that hill, to fetch the pail of love and knowing,
and to walk down the path together, hold hand to hand, so not
falling as we walk, finding the path to be smooth and wonderful,
and just knowing.. to look face to face, and knowing not the
shell of living, but the spirit and energy of the sublime.. arm in arm,
hand in hand, soul entwined, more than body but of being..
To live forever together, never seperate..
Oh, yes, the image of thy lovely body, dancing with soap and salt, and
water hot and soothing, body dunking slowly, like entry into hell, but
joyful like heavens bliss. Toe first then ankle sweet and petite, then leg,
ah to behold that limb, lithe and muscled fine, next the knee and hip and
more.. Ah to say more risks death from heart gone wild and dying from the
thought of more..
Commune, sweet communion, slow of breath, rising chest, brain calm in
the breathing, lips quiver slow and open toeach breath slow. Chest rising,
mind slowing and calm..
Later Jill, I shall return to thy sweet embrace, and hear thy words slow
and sweet and know thy mind, deep and probing, joined as one, in the
breathing of our bodies seperate but souls joined..
Mike
2003
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P-Melissa (2004): hair of gold, short or held back, eyes brown and lovely like a does, nose, kissable, and lovable, lips, small and smiling, lighting up the room for me to see the rest of her, ah the delight of her face, her neck, her ears, her shoulders bared to my sight, to hold her close and let her know, that it is all right to cry, or fear, or feel, but good to let go.. you remind me of a cheerleader, full of energy, of smiles and cheer.. Mike Adams 2004
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P-A Rose
oh, ah your eyes
like diamond sparking
black and dark,
mysterious they are,
hiding lust behind
cold hard eyes..
cold eyes, passions
light a fire of lust
and passions dark
and dangerous, miles
separate, but souls
bound together
he sees her there,
and falls hard
to the floor,
not a floor of wood
or stone, but of love
and lust eternal,
unrequented and unable
to be showed and done..
bodies tied together,
kiss for kiss, touch
for touch, feel and warmth
shared as passions flame
hot and burning bright..
one nite, an eternity of
love and bliss. shared
passions.. oh touch,
and caress, cuddles
and kisses, fluids shared
and dreams explored.
shall I kiss you slow,
hands exploring down
a back, cloths sliding off,
kisses gentle on shoulders bare,
hair flowing down, moved
by lovely women, in mind,
heart and mind.. eyes of
crimson dark, or brown
as earth, warm and heated
by the sun.
Mike
2003
For Rose
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P-Amber Megan (Amber) (Amber 1, 2)
Well, your hair is like amber rivers
falling from the heavens sunlight,
eyes full of mirth and joy, teasing
to say more, nose perky and upturned,
ah to see it full, lips and smile,
light the room, and broaden the sunlights
amber of her hair.. lips to be savored
and kissed, tongues to be twisted,
body to be held close and explored
by loving hands, long and slow, every
nook and cranny, nose to smell her scent,
soft and gentle, taking time to savor
each drop of it..until life passes and
joined in heavenly bliss, two bodies
entwined as lovers, cloths gone in a heap,
lost to the side, as hands explore,
lips and kisses taste each others body,
warm and hot the temperature rises, as
the bodies join, and joy comes like
a torrent of rivers of passions fruit..
Breast to breast, body to body, thrust
to thrust, each body giving its all
inspired passiones that rose from long
time denied, never to be given, but always
there, to explore on a nite of control lost,
the lovers fall to bed, and gasp, YES they
collectively say, and laugh and giggle
at the coincidence of words said together,
for they explored both together first
to kiss then to touch, then to explore
and finally to explode together in mutual
sunfire inspired bursts of solar power.
Ah to kiss, cheek to cheek, lips wanting more,
but denied for to explore the passions shared,
brings doom and agony most dire, as they know
the kissing, hugging, cuddles caught, and touches
and looks given, will destroy them both, one
for life given up the other for love no longer
able to be returned, for death brings an end..
even of passions needs..
Mike
2003
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P-Mistress Mischief (aka Ana)
In your eyes, eyes that flash
with smiles and frowns,
with morons and with clowns,
with lovers and with friends,
to light the room or strike it down,
her eyes smile, her smile smiles,
and death has no place in my heart,
for her smile is of light and joy,
of love and pleasure shared, not of sex,
but of soul, of vision done as one..
How can I describe it,
the alter of her being,
smooth of skin, lithe of body,
face to cause me to slaughter
each other for a moment of her
time. How to worship at your alter,
or die trying. How can I love you,
with pain, and delight,
of love and carress,
or look and delight,
of touch and sight,
or soul and more,
of kiss and carress,
of hair and a mess.
Or just you being you..
smile for me?
Darkness falls, the world
is at an end, for she
has closed the curtains tight,
from my heart, and words.
ah sweet light, how thou
tempts me to look up and
enjoy the heat, warmth
and pleasure of your rays and times,
but darkness comes to quick, and
I am cast down back into the pit
of my own doubt, and lonely soul.
Trapped once agian, until you fall,
fall into this darkness to light it up,
to give it hope, truth, knowledge, and more..
But until then, I sleep..
Mike Adams
2004
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Mistress Mischief in your eyes,
eyes that flash with smiles and frown,
with morons and with clowns, with lovers
and with friends, to light the room
or strike it down, her eyes smile,
her smile smiles, and death has no
place in my heart, for her smile is
of light and joy, of love and pleasure
shared, not of sex, but of soul, of
vision done as one..
Darkness falls, the world is an end,
for she has closed the curtains tight,
from my heart, and words. ah sweet light,
how thou tempts me to look up and enjoy
the heat, warmth and pleasure of
your rays and times, but darkness
comes to quick and I am cast down
back into the pit of my own doubt,
and lonely soul. Trapped once again,
until you fall, fall into this darkness
to light it up, to give it hope, truth,
knowledge, and more.. But until then,
I sleep..
Mike Adams
2000?
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P-Angel
Hair tight and up, eyes mischief incarnate,
eyebrows that inspire, nose perky and bobbied,
eats pierce and lickable, hands crossed to hide
behind them, breast firm and lovely, like mountains
of love and joy to the eyes of man, with many things
hidden behind cloths, dark and glitter..
Mike
2003
Ange
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P-Angel of Heaven
She stands before me, a creature of heaven,
bright and angelic, hair flowing down past
shoulder pale and lovely, eyes bright and full
if life and promise, nose, cute more would
waste the words, lips that beg to be kissed,
long and hard, tasting each inch and part,
exploding tongues that entwine like wild snakes,
chin that is strong and firm, shoulder bare to his
kisses, and tongues and tasting, as his hands
clasp around with hers. Pulling each other close,
warmth combined, enflaming, souls that explode
and mingle like snow and fire or of oil with oil..
like one being.. They stand, moving together,
gliding together as one, cloths sliding off, thrown
away like waste, strewn around the room in their
haste to come together and express their
mutual lust and love.
Mike
2003
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P-Avinar El (My Jinn)
So what you doing other than being more like an angel to my eyes,
to make this poor world seem like hell and I dragged her from your
gaze and beauty by a cruel world..
Here, just drawing in the joy of your face, the peace of it, and the
calm of it, to see it for every day until the end is here, would be
paradise..
I should go soon, to much heaven dulls my mind and makes me sleepy..
I got a goal, now to make it happen? but okay, buddies for now, but
like diamonds, gold and emeralds, you a hot item, wealth beyond
measure and if I don't get you, some one else ill.. He best be damn
good.. you are Helen, to drive men made with lust, desire, to have you,
to keep you, to take you away, to know you, to quest and have you,
to know the pleasures of your company, or just star dumb, just looking..
Nose, is cute, like a deers nose, soft to the touch, to be kissed and
teased, nose to nose, or tongue or more.. how to love it, but it is you,
the whole you, and no more..
Take care, I am off, to dream of you, and hold you close..
why you bring it out, should I not share it, or keep it hidden?
Understand to well, that is the tragedy of us, time, space, and net,
tie us and divides us.
Work in progress 2005
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P-BebitaLinda
Damn fine women I see before me,
hair short and fine, eyes sharp and
piercing, nose rounds and pugly,
but far from ugly, one to be kiss and
touched.. Lips lovely and kissing,
before my face, I see a beauty,
whose lips are great for kissing,
for holding and hugging. A smile
that shines into darkness of my heart
and draws out the love and delight of
the site of her sitting before me, full of
form, shoulders to be kissed, ears to
tasted, eyes to be seen and locked in,
for to see them, and her soul, is my
delight and bliss..
Mike
2004
(2006 edited
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P-Bella
Bella, a women of dark skin, but soft as satin, soft and suply,
body full of promise, eyes that speak of many things of man and
his lusts and desires, lips full and enticing to make a saint
fall from grace to kiss them long and full, tongue entwined,
satin tight and formed to fit her tight and silk that shows only
what she wants, promising many things..
Mike
2004
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P-Bendlyn
She stands before me, a creature of heaven, bright and angelitic,
hair flowing down past shoulder pale and lovely, eyes bright and
full if life and promise, nose, cute more would waste the words,
lips that beg to be kissed, long and hard, tasting each inch and
part, exploding tongues that entwine like wild snakes, chin that
is strong and firm, shoulder bare to his kisses, and tongues and tasting, as his hands clasp around wth hers. Pulling each other
close, warmth combined, enflaming, souls that explode and mingles
like snow and fire. or of oil with oil.. like one being.. They
stand, moving together, gliding together as one, cloths sliding
off, thrown away like waste..
Mike
2003
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P-Bitter Girl
I need a muse to live for, to inspire me to heights of poetic bliss..
why not dear, you are a lovely women, sexy and lithe of body, smart
and grand of mind and soul, why would not a man wish to worship such
a being of beauty as you and be inspired for an eternity and more..
waking but to worship and pleasure her or she with him?
starting with your feet, and working my way up legs of iron, and hips
just nicely wide for good love, and breasts shaped to be beheld, neck
and shoulders bare to my eyes, and lips, and lips to be kissed long and
hard, tongues entwined and shared..
grin, and shared as one, us together in our dreams, a dinner long and
sensous, eyes meeting and souls merged as one, lips to be kissed..
Yes, vegitarian, but his meat is not for normal dining but for sharing,
for exploring, for tasting but not eating as we know it. as long as
you do not mind one piece of mine, that may be said to be meat, that
you will make an exception to no-meat?
Then dancing, close, cheek to cheek, with all knowing from our looks that
it is love, a meeting of not only bodies but of souls..
grin.. as long as if the mode goes as we might go, that I can gather at
the gardern of your sweet rivers of legs, as they come together, to
explore the garden and the gates within, and behold the small pleasure
bud and excite it to budding and watered lawns.
the garden has a lawn and it must be excited to be wet.. "hi, hello...and
i will plunge into your sweet bud and water your lawn with my big garden
hose..." a loving man, who wishes to share a moment if at all possible,
with a lovely lady!? what happiness can a man have but a moment of
pleasure, physical or just social.. you have it dear.. Will have to have
you come north, so we can explore each other and live with together, for
I would love to have a warm women like you as a live in roomie/lover..
Mike
2004
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P-Brandy
How can I compare my love to a single day, for an eternity of
delight she does present me, her laugh, her sighs, the touch of
her thighs, as I tease her gently with my love, exploring the
recesses of her garden of delight, her eyes that flash as we
come together as one, thrust for thrust, scratch for scratch,
moan for moan, until with passions shared, we fall together in
moanful bliss, exploding as one being, entwined in lips and
bodies combined..
Oh, her hair like darkness falling to shoulders bare, and white.
Like rivers of ebony, to my sight, I do behold her eyes,
ah the pain of knowing she is there, but so far away. A kiss,
a whisper, a memory buried deep and dark I do hide away
of the times together, locked as lovers. To kiss her lips once
again, her neck, and cheeks.. her nose quite fair. To tease her
with my careesses and shared in twined, hips in motion slow and
deliberately, cloths aschew across the room, from door to
bedroom dark, we did ride until we find peace in side each others
hearts, minds arms and soul. And blissfully asleep in each others
arms, to greet the day and know the night was paradise unbound.
To sadly part to our parts in the play of life..
Mike Adams
2003
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P-Bride
For your eyes light,
like beacons of the nite,
guiding poor lost fools
to the light and joy
of your site and thoughts
of embrace .or just to behold
your eyes close and fall into
them and kiss your lips full
of pleasure and promise,
but saying nothing.. for the
beholding of you drives them
deaf and dumb, for their is
just you and nothing more is
important..
2004
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P-Caroline:
But where you want to go here Caroline? My sweet Caroline, like a window, a wind, a breeze of the air and into the soul she does fly, digging deep and deeper and find all good, and giving, loving and wanting, she digs and finds his soul and wrap her self around it and loves it warm and hot, empassioned sparked by her touch, not one of body but of soul an being, or sweet Caroline, how much to be mine, to know, and touch, to sweet and much more, in summers walks, in sun high, or winters walks, cold but warm under cold skys and lights aflutter, northern and more.. Yes, I Alaska, but where you like to go?
Mike
2005
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P-Colleen (2005):
Colleen oh to spank you hard and well,
to feel the welts on my ass and know
your hand smacking me fast, hard and mean.
And I love you in your mean and happy way
no matter what you are there
and I am here and we are in pain
together.
Mike
200?
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P-Kate (Dearest Kate?):
Kate where are you my dearest Kate,
I look high and low, and you elude me,
the women of my dreams and desires,
wants and fires hot and wanting.
I look, and pass many along the way,
but I can not see you, but know you
are there, for I see your foot steps
in the sand, but they go here, and there,
and are hidden from time to time,
I find them and follow to find them washed
away.
Mike
2005?
"True compassion is not just an emotional response but a firm commitment
founded on reason. Therefore, a truly compassionate attitude towards others
does not change even if they behave negatively."- Tenzin Gyatso
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P-FOR SAM:
I scream from the passion of my love, but it is not you.
I pine for the love of her with me, but it is not you.
I die for his touch, his love and much, but not for you..
You spurned me, and now I love another, he is better
more carrying and one hell of a better lover than you.
To have you hear, to hold you close, to look into your eyes
and know the love there, shared as one, to feel your warmth
and share mine as well, to let you know all is well,
That you are loved and desired, to feel your touch,
and exploring hands, shared exploration, as holds
and massages turns to kisses full and tongues entwined
and hands ripping cloths off in a flurry of passions shared,
as we fall to the bed, kissing, touching, screaming, moaning,
Exposed flesh and parts tasted and touched.. and then,
the garden wet is opened, soft and gentle, by hands and tongue,
or just hands and memeber erect, it explores jsut inside to see,
and finds it warm and inviting. and her body willing to the touch
of it, just inside it goes, With his hands and hers holding butts
close, and tight, The member goes in and out with soft slow rythem
at first but with time and help it is faster, matching her time,
joined as one like bolt to hole, nail to wood..
One of mine?
Mike Adams
2004
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P-Frozen Michelle
Hair of white, but not her own, but lovely contract to the joy of
her face, brows thin and tensive, over eyes almond in shape and
color, nose flat and cute, lips full and kissable, like ripe
fruits of hours of love.. Chin strong and inviting for a kiss.
Mike Adams
2003
For Frozen Michelle
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P-Green Eyes
A women deep in thought, standing
strong and senseous, thinking of one
she loves, and needs, wants and desires,
to be there, for sharing and touching,
loving and talking, knowing and kissing,
teasing and being close, warming bodies
combined as one, deep in passions
throws until the world passes away.
And they lie there, together, locked
as one, fluids shared or just souls
combined as one..
Mike
2003
For Green Eyes Picture 11.
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P-Hairy Legs
Would love your hairy legs next to mine,
and see your unmade up face next to me in the mornings light..
abrigon: like velcro, we do mix, hair to hair, stuck as long..
Strong and unbroken..
Mike
2003?
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P-Handles
Hair long and luscious, smile of white,
nose that perks up and
cute..
Ah lady dear, of far you traveled,
light of frame, bright of smile,
hair long, falling like rivers of darkness,
eyes small and light of heavens bliss,
shoulders bare to the air and kisses,
hugs and touches of care,
body hot like passions kiss,
ah to hold you close,
and smell your breath
kissing lips light, and nose upturned,
to carress your hair and ears..
ah your smell is peace and sunny,
your warmth keeps the winter air away,
our passions flare, kisses, hugs,
hands carressing and exploring,
looks of longing, not lust,
just a quiet desire of longing
for a friend and lover. ah to feel you close,
and know you are here, and we together,
clasped in passions shared,
of need for love and holding,
like two peas of a pod, together,
friends, lovers, buddies and more,
talk we do together, of wit
and wisedom we do talk. and concerns,
of loves and lifes, and how to get more
than we have. Shared comments,
and dreams unfolding,
or just fantasies for the darkess of our
longing, never to explore our passions shared
always denied, but they, but given for life
long, as friends close, together always
for one and each other, buddies.
Mike Adams
2003
For Ivie
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P-JANIS
my heart says many things, but I am controlled..
ah sweet angel of my mind and heart,
to behold you in your glory, clothed or naked,
it is the same, for the soul behind the screen enfires
me to passions untold.. to join with soul to soul,
heart to heart, passion to passion, eyes drinking,
bodies close and warm, hands clasped and lips
locked in passions bliss..
Mike
2003
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P-Jessica
Jessica, to see her is to know paradise
for her face and smile speak of the soul
within, the beauty of the external mirrors
the internal. The internal is lithe and lean
full of clean, loving and blishful in her
quiet but reserved way, but on the dance
floor and she comes alive, moving soft and
swift, fast and to the rythem of the music
like she was born of music, her grace and
style inspire me in ways not of lust, but
of love and respect, desire but not lustful
but to be her partner in the dance forever
and a day, to shine together as one
and to know all secrets as one
until the stars fall away and nothing can
be said, but it was love that fell from
the sky, when I say her there before me.
And I here, quivering but strangly inspired
to say many things, but falling short
for to think of her, I fall speechless
but in wanting to know her, I find a voice
a voice I find with few, a voice of a poet
whose muse has come and stands before him
in all her glory and grace, the sight
of her face, would cause my death if
she so willed it, but she does not
for she is gentle in her beauty
and grace in her face, and her touch..
Mike
2003
(Part 2 or what?)
P-Dearest Kate, I lay here next to you, and feel the draw to love you as a man loves
his love, and lady for ever more, but in this respect you and your love
to hold back and respect,
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P-Laura
So damn close, but so damn far... groan.. the agony..
So close to paradise I do so sit here looking but can not
see the paradise of thee..
how much I wish to fall for you, and know they inner
thoughths and thighs, but reality intrudes and holds me back,
for friends ship and love hold me fast..
fast here in this chair, maneuvering my self to hold me back,
and not feel the lust I feel for you, lust that shall be denied
and held fast behind strong doors of respect and love..
ah lovely, thou do sit there, holding me fast with your smiles
and graces, teasing my senses with your face and dances..
Sorry, lusting for you, so please forgive if inspired.. you are
quite nice and looking good as well..
pray me dear lady, you do not love me in return,
for it is a sad love to be shared, and danger intrudes,
and madness insues..
Mike
20003
Not sure if Poetry or just ramblings?
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P-Liz Complete
Short and petite, and oh so damn sweat.
Short, sexy, smiles like passions exploding
and desired in eyes mischief.
Body fine and dandy, oh I wish she was handy,
to love long and slow, or fast and passionate
just being here, close, to know intimately
to feel her hands, to know her smile, taste of lips
and body warm. and share in the exploration of
desires shared and even unknown, to learn
what each needs and wants and do it, explore it
and expand into each other and know each part
intimate..
To feel here riding me, like a wild filly,
her nipples so damn close to be tasted like
ripe fruits but her breasts riding up and down
in time to out passions shared, ride the pony
GOD ride they pony. To feel her pussy tighten
around my hard cock, to feel her suck the life
out of it, ah yes I quiver.. Damn, your good
you naughty little vixen you, I exclaim
with moaning breath. Ah yes.. to feel her body
quiver, with passions expressed.
But to love and pleasure her, to know her wants,
desires and needs and bring them forth,
satisfy them wach in turn, to bring her to
passions peak and beyong and expand each
in the sharing.
To stare into your eyes, to smell your scent to feel
the heat build as our hands move to each other, to clasp
and begin to move to the music, to find the music moving
us closer, and closer until we are one body on the dance
floor. Moving as one, until ...
can you feel my hands on your firm ass, touching, squeezing,
careesing it to the time of the music, my breath on our shoulder,
my lips teasing, almost touching.
To guide you with the stiffness in my groin, rubbing shifting for you..
Moving across the floor as one, up and down, no one knowing
what we are doing and how it feels.. Teasing your right palm..
Feeling your nipples against my chest.. Wanting so much to just
fuck it, get naked and not caring who sees or what happens,
just to go for it, to strip cloths off as we move and you jump
in my lap, to land just so..
with wild abandonment, to slide down the willing shaft, desiring
your warmth and moist garden of love and lust.. Hair cascading
down you back, and you scream and I moan, YES.
Coming together as one.. But reality is here.. We know what
we want, but ...
Oh yes. I moan, I so love your mouth, your tongue playing it
like a harp of heaven, but wanting more and more until...
Damn, you love front, top? I love the image of you on top,
sliding your loving moist pussy over my shaft, guiding it in,
and your lovely nipples and breasts firm, for my view and
teasing pleasure. To tinkle and pinch them. Moving my thumb
and fingers, in a slight and gentle movement, like uncorking
your passions.
Mike
2008/2009
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P-Melissa
hair of gold, short or held back, eyes brown and lovely like a does, nose, kissable,
and lovable, lips, small and smiling, lighting up the room for me to see the rest of her,
ah the delight of her face, her neck, her ears, her shoulders bared to my sight, to hold
her close and let her know, that it is all right to cry, or fear, or feel, but good to let go..
you remind me of a cheerleader, full of energy, of smiles and cheer..
Mike
2004
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P-Melody
Melody, how to describe her, but as a song, a song of lovely notes, a tune most gentle and lovely. A melody that carries thru the head, heart and soul until the end of all, for she is Melody and is a song.
Mike
2005
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P-Minerva
Eyes intense, like light house beacon
in the nite. Smile that lights a room,
hair that flows down to shoulders bare,
hips that speak of many things, but
mostly of holding close with dancing
cheek to cheek, glasses cute and nerdy
but sweet, neck that begs to be kissed,
but soft and slow, tasted and savoured
for days and years and more. Until
eternity passed into the next
and souls entwined for ever more.
Mike
2003
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P-Mistress:
Oh sweet mistress, live and fair, hair to they ass so tight, to love you is to need you, to need you to want you, to want you is to give you all, my heart, my soul, my being, money and posessions all, for but a nite with you, to kiss with you sweet and slow, long and hard, passions shared as one, to know thy bliss and they kiss, body warm and shared, how can I not want it more and more? Mike 200?
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P-Monie
Her smile, lights the room. Thy eyes lovely and deep,
her nose perky and lovely, her neck exposed to the air
and perfumed and tasting like paradise, her shoulder,
leading the delights of her breasts, exposed to mine eyes,
and delighting to the sight, ah to be lost in them,
her smile, to kiss her lips, soft and slow, tongues
probing and giving promise to other things.
To hold her close, to smell her scent, and the blood
pounding from the exposer, to hold her close, and know
her warmth, her hands around me, and mine around here,
nothing exists but us two. Together as one. hips moving
slow, lips locked.. teasing flesh, tasting each other,
inch and inch, delighting in the feel of the skin, as
tongue glides over skin, soft and smooth..
I do love your smile, dear lady, the light in your eyes,
eyes that are also sad in some way.. to know you desperation,
and to be your inspiration, is all a man can crave, to be loved,
to love, to give his soul to her, and she to him, together as one,
so that even death is not a parting but temporary..
To wonder, who is this women I do see before me, friend, foe,
lover, demon, family, loved one for an age, or passing love,
only time shall tell.. one chance, is limited, but such is life,
but only one chance.. to hold one close, to be partners, to know
her thougths, and she his.. to be bound together, to share the
future, past and present, passions shared, not only the loving
of the bed, but the loving of sharing each others space, time,
future and fate..
Please no lower lady dear.. for the lowering of the sun
is my soul decending into deaths land of darkness and dispair,
the sun lowering below the horizon, and she is gone.. but please
rise again my dearest sun. For in your light, I grow.. I the
seed, you the sun, time the earth.. all is needed for the growing
of the idea, the plant, the concept, the love, the desire,
to need, to waking moments and dreams shared.. have I help you
arise, your heart no longer heavy? helped you.. may I see more
of your beauty? picture, drawings, words, voice and more?
Mike
2004
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P-Morning Star (for Amy Bredan)
Dear, you are hot, not just of face and body, but of soul and mind.
To know you is to love you, but as a friend, and joy in my darkness
Like an imp of paradise, you are there, short and sweet, lips
pouted out, and eyes drawing all in, shy but lovely maximum.
Hard to explain it all, for when I see you, my mind goes blank.
All is lost in the enchantment of seeing you, of knowing you
but more than desire of mind, or body, and soul, but peace.
Like times spend in heaven, before I was born, peaceful and light
A fairy of my fantasies, love and joy, and joy of times spend
in heaven, before birth, remembered by seeing you again.
a fairy of my fantasies, of love, and joy, of times spent in
heaven, times long gone but remembered in soul remembered
but mind blank, for tongue is tied and lungs unable to draw breath,
for all is locked in looking and taking in the beauty of your soul..
But mostly just happy to have you as a friend, a candle in the
darkness of my life, and to know that candle is a warm and gentle
light, and brings peace, happiness and joy, when thought and
dreamed of.. For to much is pain and anger in this world
and to see a gentle flame in the gloom, and joy untold,
joy just in the knowing and having as a friend and buddy close.
Mike
2006
For Amy
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P-Monie
Her smile, lights the room. Thy eyes lovely and deep,
her nose perky and lovely, her neck exposed to the air
and perfumed and tasting like paradise, her shoulder,
leading the delights of her breasts, exposed to mine eyes,
and delighting to the sight, ah to be lost in them,
her smile, to kiss her lips, soft and slow, tongues
probing and giving promise to other things.
To hold her close, to smell her scent, and the blood
pounding from the exposer, to hold her close, and know
her warmth, her hands around me, and mine around here,
nothing exists but us two. Together as one. hips moving
slow, lips locked.. teasing flesh, tasting each other,
inch and inch, delighting in the feel of the skin, as
tongue glides over skin, soft and smooth..
I do love your smile, dear lady, the light in your eyes,
eyes that are also sad in some way.. to know you desperation,
and to be your inspiration, is all a man can crave, to be loved,
to love, to give his soul to her, and she to him, together as one,
so that even death is not a parting but temporary..
To wonder, who is this women I do see before me, friend, foe,
lover, demon, family, loved one for an age, or passing love,
only time shall tell.. one chance, is limited, but such is life,
but only one chance.. to hold one close, to be partners, to know
her thougths, and she his.. to be bound together, to share the
future, past and present, passions shared, not only the loving
of the bed, but the loving of sharing each others space, time,
future and fate..
Please no lower lady dear.. for the lowering of the sun
is my soul decending into deaths land of darkness and dispair,
the sun lowering below the horizon, and she is gone.. but please
rise again my dearest sun. For in your light, I grow.. I the
seed, you the sun, time the earth.. all is needed for the growing
of the idea, the plant, the concept, the love, the desire,
to need, to waking moments and dreams shared.. have I help you
arise, your heart no longer heavy? helped you.. may I see more
of your beauty? picture, drawings, words, voice and more?
Mike
2004
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P-Musing Gate
A muse in form to my mind, and hormones raging,
at the sight of profiles pic,
which is revealing but teasing to the sight
and senses and brings about a joyful pleasure
to my mind and soul at the viewing..
Ah yes, makes me want to suck on something..
or exploring with hands and hips other places..
to share a movement of hips shared.
and hands touching, and moving..
kisses and lips tasting each others flesh, and teasing..
tongue teasing nipplies hard and brown, tasting and teasing,
holding with lips soft and gentle, in and out..
cloths moves just such, removed fast and furious,
or by hands exploring or ripping..
falling to a heap on the floor, bodies soon after..
warmth shared as sweat comes and mingles, smells waffling..
and passions shared.. ah yes, it is free, now I am the key
and where is the gate? ah yes, the gardens gate, behind a
forest light and blonde, with gates parted gentle with hands,
and yes the key hole is shown.. and teases, slow or fast?
vibrated or teased by lips and tongue? until after time eternal,
we fall, to bed and sleep slow and gentle,
caressing gentle and slow, as we drift off to sleep..
Mike Adams
12/04
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P-Muslim Women Eyes
Your eyes like twin beacons in the darkness,
guiding husband to home and kids to pray,
strong and stern, and lovely beyond all hope
of understanding..
For a Muslim Lady
Mike Adams
2003
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P-My Muse:
What is my muse, you drive me from the deeps, and rise me
to the heavens and beyond, and then with no notice, you drive
me back into the oceans deep and dark, to wonder why, what did
I do to deserve this torment, I who loves you more than anything,
who is your lovers and fan beyond all others.
Why do you torment me so, what did I do to deserve this, to
taste the life beyond the dark and forbidden oceans depth,
to see the light and more, and then not to rest in its light,
but crash down like a whale sounding back into the depths,
cold and alone once again..
Why are you so cruel my muse, what must I do to join you once
again, and know your sweet caress? What?
I have asked many a time, to have no answer, until you strike me
like lighting and up I rise once again, to know the thrill and
joy of rising, rising, higher and higher, with no care of what
will happen once I have risen high, into the sky, I think of it
not, for to know your scent, your touch, your inspiration is all
I live for, for I have the hope that you will need me once again,
and call on me, even if in a cruel state, I know you are mine,
and I am yours forever more, until death takes me in the end,
and I pray to be your lover more..
On to the end of time, and beyond.. For what am I, but yours,
and you are mine, my muse, fast and cruel, but joyous beyond
any drug of man.
I scream for you, I live for you, I need you, thou you seem
need me not, but what hope have I? What hope? I scream to the
light high above unseen but remembered, what hope, a dim one
yes, but still one.. So I sit hear in the dark, waiting, waiting,
with memories of the light and you my muse..
Waiting for your call, your touch so sweet like the first loves
careess, for who are you, but my first and now only love, for
no women of women can call me like you do, can touch me like you
do, can reach inside me and draw me out and up like you do..
What kiss born of mortal women can spur me on, up and up, into
the heavens high, and make we wish for you my love. No mortal
women is of such a beauty as you, what powers they have pale
compared to you my lady love, my muse so like gossiemer, fleeting
like mist in mornings first caress.
But leaving a taste for more, please my lady dearest call me,
I plead, for without you my dear, I am nothing, but a mortal
man, locked in mortal darkness, only with your touch can I extend
beyond the mortal, and onto the immortal, only for your love do
I live, I strive, I drive on into the dark once more, with sweet thoughts
of you and the hope of you.
So please come back my muse, I need you or I do die, a death
untold, and slow, knowing the joy I once had with just the sight,
to taste, the touch, the smell of you, but now I have nothing
but bitter memories, of heavens bliss, and shame at the loss of you.
Mike Adams
20 April 1998.
I can write more, but I have to sleep, for my muse has worn me out...
Boy I can be a real moronic sap. Mike Adams 2001
Last lines added 2001 or so, not sure, copied from 2nd edition
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P-My Secret Love (My Secret Lover):
My dearest love, to see your face once again
to feel your naked body next to mine,
to kiss your lucious lips
to have hands around your so full hips
to draw you near and I to you
to feel your breath on my shoulders
to feel your warmth next to mine
to have you feel my excitement rise
to meet you, to share a subtle moment
once again, to find our passions enflamed
once again, to join as one slowly and
gently, to feel my gift to you, inside
you once again, to slowly give it to
you and caress and bring you to the
heights of passion once again.
To know the mounds of your breasts
and the chocolate tips aroused from my
touch, to enter your lovely forest and
pacify the guardian with kisses
and teasing from my tongue
to give gift to you, slowly
entering the forest cave, and feel
the stream of the cave, flowing
from my gifts entrance.
To join in happy thrusting and
moving of mine and your hips
to a joyous rhythm that only two
can share, to meet you thrust
with thrust, taste with taste,
touch with touch, to finally
feel you grip me with muscles taught
exploding from my loving.
To love you in oh so many way
sometimes slow, sometime fast
and often moving around like a
corkscrew matching your hips
for every movement, until we
explode together and share
the stuff of life together to
fall together in spent passions,
but not done yet, for love is more
than animal passions, but of loving
touches, caresses, and teasings.
Talking and gentle words exchanged
until finally we sleep together
in a single bed, arm in arm,
body joined to body, sweat
mingled and kisses covering all
we sleep the sleep of passions
end, but only for a time, for
we awake to hear our breaths
combined, and cuddles given
and nuzzles needed. We love
once more and another and another
until we can go no more,
and just lay there in each others
arms, exhausted but oh so happy
from the love we have shared
and the dream we have shared
and the hopes we have shared.
Your Secret Love
for now this is all I can give
you, but until we met, think of
me laying next to you and tell
me more of you and yours
so I may know them well,
so I may love you as you desire
and give you my all.
Love Mike
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P-Nadine:
To numb to think
of more than how
lovely you are,
the hair of fires
hot and passionate,
the lips red as
blood, the eyes firm
and resolute, the
silouette that makes
my blood rise up in
a torrent of desire
but knowing the brain
behind the things of
sight, cools it to
loving respect, and
joy at the knowing and
talking, of seeing and
holding or just beholding,
with home of holding
one close, knowing your
whispers, snores, cooes
and cuddles, of just knowing
you live and exist, to feel
you next to me and I next
to you you happy in all
things and I happy in
helping you be so happy..
Mike
07/28/2005
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P-Nicole
Nicole a goddess, working hard and lovely in ways she knows not.
Not ones of body and build but of hard core working, of caring
for children and managing things most would or could not do.
Of Dora her dog, and buddy, baby too. To nieces and nephews.
But most off all, she is a Goddess not of body for she is more
than just a body, she is a person, a being of respect and
vigor that any man would be happy to know and love
and most of all be loved by her.
To be loved or just accepted by..
(what ever, here we go again, she is a respectable persons, who should not have to resort to open front breast crap to get tips!
She is to damn good for that!
Mike
2010?
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P-Martha
Dear Martha, Humpy Mumpy
Why you have to die
Irony is all I can say.
Tragedy and anger
brother dead
guilt or just
grief over whelming
anger and pain
To lovely to be normal.
Used by others to be
accepted or mule.
Drugs, alcohol
travel and abortions
but in the end the
irony is, to die.
But by boy friend
after giving birth
Finally of a child
after giving up
so many they say.
So is the Irony
and tragedy of
your life. Anger
showen when drunk
but now sober,
but to little
to late or just
expressed by
Not much to say
mental or just
hurting unending
but brought out
when drunk
What can be said
Just good bye
little one
Mu Humpy Mumpy
Loved you
not for your
looks but for
your friendship
I am sorry I was
not a better friend
for in the end
we failed you
us all, by not
being better.
Sorry.
Mike
2009
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P-For Kirby Shantal
to draw you out, to know the sight not only of your beauty, but your soul, to know you inside and out, to draw it all out, and know it all, tease and play, join with and share, bodies, minds, souls and to touch each in turn, eye to eye, lips to lips, hands to hands, bodies moving in time together, hands running down bodies warm and sweaty.. to stroke hair, ears, neck and back, and run down hands to cheecks firm and split..
Mike
2011
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P-Ode to Brides Ass : YES.. oh to know it, to see it, and touch it, hold it and feel it, to know it and lube it. to dance and know the feel of it and mine together, in time to the music sway and way and god I want to cum.. Mike 2005 For brideofbaudelaire
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P-Of Jill
Ah to smell her once again, to touch her hand, to smell her scent, as I hold it and kiss it,
knowing the joy of her hands, of them around me, and I around her waist, dancing all nite long
and feeling joy together, like nothing ever ends..
Oh Jill, to walk up that hill, to fetch the pail of love and knowing, and to walk down the path together,
hold hand to hand, so not falling as we walk, finding the path to be smooth andwonderful,
and just knowing.. to look face to face, and knowing not the shell of living, but the spirit and energy
of the sublime.. arm in arm, hand in hand, soul entwined, more than body but of being..
To live forever together, never seperate..
Oh, yes, the image of thy lovely body, dancing with soap and salt, and water hot and soothing,
body dunking slowly, like entry into hell, but joyful like heavens bliss. Toe first then ankle sweet
and petite, then leg, ah to behold that limb, lithe and muscled fine, next the knee and hip and more..
Ah to say more risks death from heart gone wild and dying from the thought of more..
Commune, sweet communion, slow of breath, rising chest, brain calm in the breathing,
lips quiver slow and open toeach breath slow. Chest rising, mind slowing and calm..
Later Jill, I shall return to thy sweet embrace, and hear thy words slow and sweet and know thy mind,
deep and probing, joined as one, in the breathing of our bodies seperate but souls joined..
Mike
2003
For Jill
Snowball 1127
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P-Lady Olumide
Lady hot, of body and of smile, hair dark and skin mysterious..
oh she stands there, and I notice but she is there, for
entranced am I, by her smile, how it beams and affects all..
Mike
2005
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P-Paige
Two eyes fire and love
two moons over old miss.
Two sets of lips, both I
love, but she is more,
than this. A soldier
a lover, a mother
one day, a friend
a heart, and being
and more. I love her,
and more, to tease
and touch, to love
and squeeze.
Love me, how to
be two as one.
How you bring you
here, or I there
So we can be as one
lovers inseparable
how to know the
women, when
hormones rage
and lust explodes
at the sight of her
the flesh, the sex
the joy of the body
and seeing, but
to see past this I
must, go mad with
guilt, for I know
I love her more
than as a lover,
or so hot women on cam
but as a friend, a buddy
someone to talk of
things, she of secrets
and I of mine. More
than lovers, but soul
mates, of minds
combined, and time
and space shared.
But Irony is,
she is there and
I am here. To
worship her, is
to lose her for
in the end, all
is just lust,
and she deserves
more than just lust
but love, giving by
a buddy, a friend
a mentor, a man
more, but of respect
I give, and she in
return, so how to
solve this quandry?
I do just pray for
what is the end of
this, but pain, for
she is there, and I am
here and no chance
of more than via
web and lines of light
no chance of bodies
shared, or tastes,
smells and touch there
is none, no knowing
her eyes, face to face
together and knowing
of passions in bed
shared, so the irony
of life, is the love
with out hope of
more, so where shall
we go? To hell of
wanting and not
having, or friends
forever more and
heaven shared.
Mike Adams
2005
P-Sunshine:
Please my sunshine come back to me,
for the darkness cloaks me and binds me
and I need your touch, of light
to bring the most from me, and I from you.
Please do not take the sunshine
of your face from me.
The darkness it leaves behind
when gone is more than anyone
can handle or deal with
For what is loneliness
with out the sunshine
of your face and being.
2007
For Linda
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P-Shellina
A lady, strong and true, a friend and doctor to,
loving, and leaning, pleasing of site and more of mind.
Heart is big and loving is true, she calls to show it to.
Of illness she is there, for one and all. To call, and say,
you are sick, go to the doctor, for love and life, she says,
but more just cause she is just who she is Shellina..
Mike
11/2004
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P-Shorty
Like a blessed sun that shines down on this poor fool,
lost in the dark, but seeing you lights the darklness
and it passes away like a summers fog.. a man could
get lost in your smiles and joys, just your smile and
laughter would make any man happy for an eternity..
Your wholeness is hot, but .. my heart cries out for
your smile..hair like rivers of brown gold, eyes that
sparkle with impish delight, nose that is pure delight,
mouth that speak of much, but smiles more than many,
that lights the darkness of my soul and send my heart
to fluttering and joy I can not say how much it feels good.
just that it does, teeth perfect and bright, chin that is there
for kissing, neck that is bare to my eyes and kisses, would
go further but strangely find more to be base and dirty and
not part of love for one. don't want to make ya frown.
your my sunshine.. my joy, the smile that lightens up this damn
apartment.. darn, darkess of my soul decends as she leaves
the room, her smile is gone, the sun as well, and all left
is an empty chair, single and alone.. and so is me..
Mike
2004?
2006
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P-SNOW:
I want feel what snow feels like in summer, seven inches of it, deep inside, sourounded by you and knowing, god I am in heaven, and she is with me, and brought it to me.. To feel your eyes for the first time, to touch you for the first time, to feel our lips meet and explore, our tongues entwined as serpents, our hands meeting and exploring, our bodies moving in time to our mutual lust, and needs. To feel your hands on my body, and mine on yours, and feel your heat rise from the touch, to know you want me as much as I for you, and know the smell of lust is thick in the air, as you slide a hand under my shirt and feel my chest and I pop a button from your blouse, followed by the rest asd it slide up and over your arms, God your breasts are perfect, as you bra slide off, to my hands exploring, pop pop pop goes your bra, and all slides down, zipp goes my pants from your delicate and wanting hands.. A yes that is my cock, and oh, yes, your nipples like twin mounds of chocolate in a sea of snow, perky and erect like my cock has been since I first saw you. As yes, your mouth is delight, warm and willing, trained and delicate, tongue a mistress of the pleasures of the flesh and penis explosed. oh my head needs and feels it.. as I look into your wanton eyes, yes, I must as I lay down and slide around, to run my hands up your thighs, and to your garden spot, moist to the touch, and soon panties gone from expert hands.. exposing a trimed and pleasent garden, well watered by the passions flowing from it and to my fingerrs sliding past the gate of your lipes to spread the water of joy all around and find to my wanting lips and tongue your nub of joy and suck on it slow and gentle. GOD, I moan, you tongue is delight, my toes are curing at the pleasures of your mouth.. as I find your butt and slide my hands around your cheeks.. grin..as my hands massage your back,sliding down your crack to find a lovely hole of passions explored by some..
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P-Sundance:
Sundance how you dance
across the sky so fast and lovely,
darting from place to place,
flickering the sky fast and
furious or slow at twilight.
Mike
2003
(for a gal named Sundance)
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P-Tara
How to write a poem of a lady, who came in the nite, met in the nite and left before the moon came to show its face, to light this lady fare and regal, english of manner and bearing. Tall by means unknown and unsaid, her hair long and dark, her voice smooth and soft, hard to hear but wanted, by ears of a man entrapped by her beauty and grace. Parting came hard but needed, for the time was nie for the parting, for the bean of life had struck at her heart and being, and off she road into the nite, that moonless nite, down roads that he could not follow or dared to follow for in the joy of the meeting was all he could ever hope for, and knew the chasing was doomed to death door and beyond. So he cast the thoughts of more than to know she lived, her journey swift and secure and home to speak of just whispers, but nay that was not to be, for she was but a fantom of love or longing, a shadow that passed into the nite and lite the man with joy of meeting but once, and never more.
Mike
2003
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P-Vashti of the Flame Red Tresses:
Oh my dearest lady mine, for your
passing has emptied my heart,
but the memories of you will be
with me forever.
The joy we felt in our youth,
the times we spent in our middle years.
The things we did here, there and all.
Friends we made, times we spent,
even when angry we did it in love.
How the feeling I do feel at
your passing,
for you my lady of hair so red was me,
and I you, a half has gone away
and left me with feelings of what now,
not to replace but the feeling of
what now? Who can I turn to when I need love,
carrying, a gentle hand a soft
caress, to be told I was wrong and the
love to show me gently. To be there for
me, and I for you. Bye my dear lady of
flaming hair that lighted up the darknes
of my life, for before you there was darkness
and now what? Farwell my dear until that day
with Gods/fates grace I can join you once again,
to walk hand in hand, arm in arm,
carress to carress,
feel to feel and knowing we will be together
always..
Love ......
(Mike Adams 1998)
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P-Kate
Kate where are you my dearest Kate,
I look high and low, and you elude me,
the women of my dreams and desires,
wants and fires hot and wanting.
I look, and pass many along the way,
but I can not see you, but know you
are there, for I see your foot steps
in the sand, but they go here, and there,
and are hidden from time to time,
I find them and follow
to find them washed away.
Mike Adams
2004
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P-Mistress
Oh sweet mistress, live and fair, hair to they ass so tight,
to love you is to need you, to need you to want you,
to want you is to give you all, my heart, my soul, my being,
money and possessions all, for but a nite with you,
to kiss with you sweet and slow, long and hard,
passions shared as one, to know thy bliss and they kiss,
body warm and shared, how can I not want it more and more?
Mike
May 2004
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P-Nite Sweet Lady
Nite sweet lady, may I dream
of you tonight, nothing erotic
or exotic, just a light in the
darkness of light, like a knight
of old, my Guenevier or lady of
the grail.
Mike Adams
2002
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P-Obsessive Love:
Touch me, tease me, drive me nuts,
fuck me, suck me, drive me wild.
Hump me, feel me, love me hard,
but never let me go.
Touch me, tease me, drive me nuts,
fuck me, suck me, drive me wild.
Hump me, feel me, love me hard,
never leave me, I die now!
Touch me, tease me, drive me nuts,
fuck me, suck me, drive me wild.
Hump me, feel me, love me hard,
never leave me, all will die to
to have you back?
Mike
2005
(for those dumb fools who have obsessive love, and who should have
walked away). Fuck Me Limerick
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P-Of Lovers
Ah to look in eyes of light and see
love reflected back to another and to
you my dear, my lady love I do scream
passions shared and bodies entwined
she walks through the door
her emotions are strong for him
he looks into her eyes
as she walks to him
she puts her arms around him
and he kisses her, passionately
she kisses him back
both know what is going to happen
they embrace each other lovingly
they know what is about to happen
Oh War, who is it good for?
A question asked by many.
What is it good for?
Economy I can ask?
Life, not likely.
Mike Adams
2003
Inspired by another who helped.
Sadly forget who. Meg I think.
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P-Of Three
Many things shall be said,
but of three there is the most.
One of beauty of face and form,
two of beauty of spirite and soul,
three of beauty of the times spent
as one, and futures seen together
as one.. Two together, bound as one
by the third.
Mike
2003
P-Of Daggers and Pens
The agony, my heart, be still
my beating bleeding heart,
for the dagger she rams home
is one of pain, and agony
most dear, with death the
result.. the pain, oh the pain..
Drive it home, oh sweat
dagger of agony sharp
and pain divine..
Render my heart,
with your pens aflame,
show its true measure and fame,
love it or leave it,
but never forget it,
for in the picture,
much is said of my heart..
In the rendering
is the finding,
to vision of my soul,
laid bare for you
to see, or others
in eternity.
Mike
2004
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P-One Night of Love:
Dear, one night was all we had.
A night of bliss, of touch
cuddles, fondles, and souls
coming together as one.
But the in our passion
was tragedy for fate tore
us apart, leaving
wounds un-healing.
Love, lust, desire and
bonding is still here,
nagging at me pushing me
to share once more in ways
no persons can stand.
But we must stay apart.
But in this is the tragedy
you are there and I am here
we know why we can not share
more and it hurts, scars my
soul, and dooms me to knowing
you are there, I am here
always as one, joined as one
Never able to be one again.
My bed it full but it is
not you, I wish it was
but you know why.
Does not mean I can not
fantasize, wish, want,
and desire, but in this
is the tragedy for it
dims all around me
makes all dull and grey.
Going through the motions
of living and caring.
A walking dead person
bleeding slowly through
small wounds but deadly.
Sapping the life from me
My soul dead and dark
knowing it can be full
and alive once again
but no hope is the
answer and remedy.
Night my love of a
night and forever.
Mike
2008
Written for someone who wanted a poem
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P-Rose Petals and Cuffs
ah sweet ladies of petals and cuff,
how to love you, shall I love you
soft and sweet, like petals touching
skin but softly, or like cuffs, hard
and restraining?
Mike
2005
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P-Sex Rocks (Roxy Sexy)
Damn, you are hot. lovely of face, of features and grace,
of body more can be said, but mind is not for there,
for friends to be made, and not to be laid, but thoughts
hard not to go there, but good to be.. I shall, to lust
for her, mind, body and soul, to see the beauty of all three,
all in due time and course.. ah to see her there, before my eyes,
to wish to kiss her lips, to feel her hips next to mine,
to hold her close, with arms shared and entwined. To worship
at her face, and to know a smile of her face, to give her all and more..
To feel her warm and soft, to smell her scent, to know her love,
to feel her, it drives my mind to thoughts of love, lust passions shared..
but friends for now and ever more.. to squash the passions rising,
and keep them low and hidden. And not exploding.. love to behold
her moon, and know the flow of your hair down breasts laid bare
to the site of love.. To behold the necks, to be kissed, and tasted
soft and sweet, slow and gentle, to hold the body close..
to dance as one, slow at first, but more to follow..
Mike
2004
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P-On Ruby Wings
On Ruby Wings: hair auburn, eyes blue,
she stand before me naked to my sight
and I am heaven bound for she an angel
of delight a vision of my site, this lady
ruby red and blood running in my head,
she is lips of red, full and lovely,
neck exposed and wishing to be explored
and kissed, sucked on and tasted, inch
by inch, mile by mile until I have sucked
and pleasured it all, and she is beyond
heavens for the pleasure share is on of
mortal men and women, in bed long and hard,
sharing each pleasure of the flesh, but both
loving it and enjoying, giving there all and
knowing there is more, and wanting to share
with the other all they are, their souls
locked as one together inseperately, even
when apart they feel the other.. on ruby wings
they slide and glide, come as one, thrust for
thrust, touch for touch, moan for moan, until
both are near death, and wanting still more..
Mike
2005
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Yes my dearest Secret Lover,
I shall see what I can do for your
hearts pleasure.
MY SECRET LOVE:
My dearest love, to see your face once again
to feel your naked body next to mine,
to kiss your lucious lips
to have hands around your so full hips
to draw you near and I to you
to feel your breath on my shoulders
to feel your warmth next to mine
to have you feel my excitment rise
to meet you, to share a subtle moment
once again, to find our passions enflamed
once again, to join as one slowly and
gently, to feel my gift to you, inside
you once again, to slowly give it to
you and caress and bring you to the
heights of passion once again.
To know the mounds of your breasts
and the chocolate tips aroused from my
touch, to enter your lovely forest and
pacify the guardian with kisses
and teasing from my tongue
to give gift to you, slowly
entering the forest cave, and feel
the stream of the cave, flowing
from my gifts entrance.
To join in happy thrusting and
moving of mine and your hips
to a joyous rythem that only two
can share, to meet you thrust
with thrust, taste with taste,
touch with touch, to finally
feel you grip me with muscles taught
exploding from my loving.
To love you in oh so many way
sometimes slow, sometime fast
and often moving around like a
corkscrew matching your hips
for every movement, until we
explode together and share
the stuff of life together to
fall together in spent passions,
but not done yet, for love is more
than animal passions, but of loving
touches, caresses, and teasings.
Talking and gentle words exchanged
until finally we sleep together
in a single bed, arm in arm,
body joined to body, sweat
mingled and kisses covering all
we sleep the sleep of passions
end, but only for a time, for
we awake to hear our breaths
combined, and cuddles given
and nuzzles needed. We love
once more and another and anoter
until we can go no more,
and just lay there in each others
arms, exchausted but oh so happy
from the love we have shared
and the dream we have shared
and the hopes we have shared.
Your Secret Love
for now this is all I can give
you, but until we met, think of
me laying next to you and tell
me more of you and yours
so I may know them well,
so I may love you as you desire
and give you my all.
Love Mike
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P-There
To see you there
to feel you here
to touch you now
to hold you close
to feel you here
to caress you slow
to know you now
to feel your hands
slide and tease
to feel you flesh
to know your soul
your eyes and skin
to shed some cloths
to throw them
to not care where
to kiss you here
and there and all
to share passion
to touch you
to be touched
to feel your thing
to place it there
to ride you hard
and you the same
to know your lust
and I are now
combined as one
to sew the seed
of love and lust
to feel the power
of just a touch
to slide it in
and you on me
to ride me hard
and not to stop
but on and on
for ever more
we are one
you with me
and I for you
together we are
forever as one.
Mike
2005
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P-THINKING OF YOU:
How can I compare you
to anything of mortal man,
or of anything of nature
other than to you.
How can I tell you of my
feelins for you, but words
escape me greatly when I think of you.
So in this I can say, thou
you are far away, you are
close beside me in all things
I do.
Yes I am tempted by things
of the flesh, but I get thru
it by the feelins I feel
for you.
I have matured in ways I never
thought possible from contact
with you and I wish for more
from you. For my dear, though
I am weak, you make me strong
and your love for me makes me
the strongest man alive.
I love you my dear and that
is all I can say for as words
escape me soon after thinking
of you.
So therefore I end this with
my kiss, my hugs for you
and my thoughts of you, for you
fill me up mind, body and soul..
And it feels good.
Mike
02 Oct 1998
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P-Tweekers Love and Humor
oh lady of the cam, how I wish I was there,
to bask in your humors lite, to know how lovely
the site of you, and know first hand your humor
and love of it.. To tell a joke and see your face
light up, to know it was for you I told it for,
and not for another, to see you brighten up
the day, with whit and whim, jest and humor dear..
Ah dear lady, to behold you in your lovely
naked self, to caress your neck with teeth
nd lips, to taste each inch with tongue, slow
and gentle, to taste the skin, soft and sweet,
to feel the lust slowly build, to hold you close,
and see your eyes, to fel you hands on me,
and mine on you, to hold you close, dancing slow
and gentle, to taste you more with lips combined,
tongues entwined, building our mutual lust, with hands
exploring, looks of lust and joy at our meeting,
bodies moving in time to the music erotic, feeling
things rise at the feeling of you near. ah your
neck, tastes divine, like wine of passions sweat..
sweet combining as our bodies are closer, with
cloths thrown about with out a care. who cares
about cloths, when two wish to be one, to share
passions longing, to taste and share, not just
bodies, but minds and souls, to become one where
we find our selves..
Sorry.. you look to nice to be seen as an object
of lust.. more like someone to hold close and
just enjoy the company, of your warmth and smile..
Someone to see across a room and know, she is there,
and I am here, and we are friends for ever more,
married or just sharing time and space..
Love your elven eyes.. how they sweep back
from your nose, in a delightful curve.. hard to explain..
your lips red, and kissable, your nose,
so missed, your ears to be touch and things said
to them, soft and gentle.. your teeth so much your
smile, lights the darkness of the soul, and shows
the beauty of the humor of your being..
Things said that only lovers share, of bliss shared,
and words of love and passions wanted, but never done,
for the distance is great, and how to share it together
as one, is the irony of life and tragedy of the
moment and times cruel pains..
Mike
2004
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P-Lycaine: I live alone, hunt alone, be alone like a wolf am I, but human too. Such is the quandry of my kin and kindred, we live alone, but need each other to survive, to go on and live and not die by the hands of our enemies. Of which there is many, but all alone.. Mike 2005
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P-Loves Pain: In sadness and despair I do rise up from hells depth to shine in skys bright with hells fires light to shed the anger and despair and stand in the open air. To throw off the chains of death and pain to give my all to God, Lord and master of all I do cry to the heavens to release me from this mortal bonds and let my soul shine high into the sky and bless all with the lights of my eyes enflamed by the pain and agony and sins past left behind the veil of love and peace, of faith and love, trust and join and find bliss with my lover true. Mike 2003
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P-LONG DISTANCE LOVE: To cute the man says, the women replies, yes, but you love me anyways, yes and more, but how to keep my self off the floor from loving you, for you are there, and I am here, and the floor is closer, than the door, how to love another so far away, to kiss and hug, to touch and tease, to know her as a women and as a friend, with out the knowing the eyes, the soul, the joy of her sighs, the look of her hair, the knowing she is there and he is here, to bodies, two souls apart but connected by wires and glass, distances far but love shared. Mike 2005
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P-Hot Chocolate:
Hot milky chocolate, expanding my mind,
and senses, hearing, sight and touch are
render numb and wanting more.. Hot, sweet
and damn delicious to the senses, eyes full
of the beauty of her, the nose smelling each
delight, the ears hearing a voice of pleasure
delightful, the tongue tasting the skin and damn
yes, the hands touching and ... More could be
said, but all that follows is damnation of not
having her here and the depression it brings.
Mike
200?
(For Rachel Jones)
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P-Lady Olumide
Lady hot, of body and of smile, hair dark and skin mysterious..
oh she stands there, and I notice but she is there, for
entranced am I, by her smile, how it beams and affects all..
Mike
2005
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P-Lady Chocolate
hello my dear rose of delicious chocolate,
how can a knight serve you? shove a sword
through my heart ney dear, for to shove one
would kiss you and that would be tradedy
most heinois, for I love you more than any
being of mortal life. ah my dearest lady, to look
into the pools of your eyes and know that it is not
your thighs I want but our love and soul, to share
and join with for ever more.. yes, my dear you are
a hottie, and got a body that never ends my lust,
but love you more for the way to think and your
depth of soul.
Mike
200?
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P-THE COURSE:
Man Walks,
Man Sees,
Man Falls,
Man in Love,
Man be Drunk.
She is Gone.
Man is Lost.
Where is he now?
Alone
and gone.
Mike
2007?
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Copyright 1998 Mike Adams
Copyrights Mike Adams 2007 and earlier
P-Of Jill
Ah to smell her once again, to touch her hand, to smell her scent, as I
hold it and kiss it, knowing the joy of her hands, of them around me,
and I around her waist, dancing all nite long and feeling joy together,
like nothing ever ends..
Oh Jill, to walk up that hill, to fetch the pail of love and knowing,
and to walk down the path together, hold hand to hand, so not
falling as we walk, finding the path to be smooth and wonderful,
and just knowing.. to look face to face, and knowing not the
shell of living, but the spirit and energy of the sublime.. arm in arm,
hand in hand, soul entwined, more than body but of being..
To live forever together, never seperate..
Oh, yes, the image of thy lovely body, dancing with soap and salt, and
water hot and soothing, body dunking slowly, like entry into hell, but
joyful like heavens bliss. Toe first then ankle sweet and petite, then leg,
ah to behold that limb, lithe and muscled fine, next the knee and hip and
more.. Ah to say more risks death from heart gone wild and dying from the
thought of more..
Commune, sweet communion, slow of breath, rising chest, brain calm in
the breathing, lips quiver slow and open toeach breath slow. Chest rising,
mind slowing and calm..
Later Jill, I shall return to thy sweet embrace, and hear thy words slow
and sweet and know thy mind, deep and probing, joined as one, in the
breathing of our bodies seperate but souls joined..
Mike
2003
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P-Melissa (2004): hair of gold, short or held back, eyes brown and lovely like a does, nose, kissable, and lovable, lips, small and smiling, lighting up the room for me to see the rest of her, ah the delight of her face, her neck, her ears, her shoulders bared to my sight, to hold her close and let her know, that it is all right to cry, or fear, or feel, but good to let go.. you remind me of a cheerleader, full of energy, of smiles and cheer.. Mike Adams 2004
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P-A Rose
oh, ah your eyes
like diamond sparking
black and dark,
mysterious they are,
hiding lust behind
cold hard eyes..
cold eyes, passions
light a fire of lust
and passions dark
and dangerous, miles
separate, but souls
bound together
he sees her there,
and falls hard
to the floor,
not a floor of wood
or stone, but of love
and lust eternal,
unrequented and unable
to be showed and done..
bodies tied together,
kiss for kiss, touch
for touch, feel and warmth
shared as passions flame
hot and burning bright..
one nite, an eternity of
love and bliss. shared
passions.. oh touch,
and caress, cuddles
and kisses, fluids shared
and dreams explored.
shall I kiss you slow,
hands exploring down
a back, cloths sliding off,
kisses gentle on shoulders bare,
hair flowing down, moved
by lovely women, in mind,
heart and mind.. eyes of
crimson dark, or brown
as earth, warm and heated
by the sun.
Mike
2003
For Rose
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P-Amber Megan (Amber) (Amber 1, 2)
Well, your hair is like amber rivers
falling from the heavens sunlight,
eyes full of mirth and joy, teasing
to say more, nose perky and upturned,
ah to see it full, lips and smile,
light the room, and broaden the sunlights
amber of her hair.. lips to be savored
and kissed, tongues to be twisted,
body to be held close and explored
by loving hands, long and slow, every
nook and cranny, nose to smell her scent,
soft and gentle, taking time to savor
each drop of it..until life passes and
joined in heavenly bliss, two bodies
entwined as lovers, cloths gone in a heap,
lost to the side, as hands explore,
lips and kisses taste each others body,
warm and hot the temperature rises, as
the bodies join, and joy comes like
a torrent of rivers of passions fruit..
Breast to breast, body to body, thrust
to thrust, each body giving its all
inspired passiones that rose from long
time denied, never to be given, but always
there, to explore on a nite of control lost,
the lovers fall to bed, and gasp, YES they
collectively say, and laugh and giggle
at the coincidence of words said together,
for they explored both together first
to kiss then to touch, then to explore
and finally to explode together in mutual
sunfire inspired bursts of solar power.
Ah to kiss, cheek to cheek, lips wanting more,
but denied for to explore the passions shared,
brings doom and agony most dire, as they know
the kissing, hugging, cuddles caught, and touches
and looks given, will destroy them both, one
for life given up the other for love no longer
able to be returned, for death brings an end..
even of passions needs..
Mike
2003
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P-Mistress Mischief (aka Ana)
In your eyes, eyes that flash
with smiles and frowns,
with morons and with clowns,
with lovers and with friends,
to light the room or strike it down,
her eyes smile, her smile smiles,
and death has no place in my heart,
for her smile is of light and joy,
of love and pleasure shared, not of sex,
but of soul, of vision done as one..
How can I describe it,
the alter of her being,
smooth of skin, lithe of body,
face to cause me to slaughter
each other for a moment of her
time. How to worship at your alter,
or die trying. How can I love you,
with pain, and delight,
of love and carress,
or look and delight,
of touch and sight,
or soul and more,
of kiss and carress,
of hair and a mess.
Or just you being you..
smile for me?
Darkness falls, the world
is at an end, for she
has closed the curtains tight,
from my heart, and words.
ah sweet light, how thou
tempts me to look up and
enjoy the heat, warmth
and pleasure of your rays and times,
but darkness comes to quick, and
I am cast down back into the pit
of my own doubt, and lonely soul.
Trapped once agian, until you fall,
fall into this darkness to light it up,
to give it hope, truth, knowledge, and more..
But until then, I sleep..
Mike Adams
2004
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Mistress Mischief in your eyes,
eyes that flash with smiles and frown,
with morons and with clowns, with lovers
and with friends, to light the room
or strike it down, her eyes smile,
her smile smiles, and death has no
place in my heart, for her smile is
of light and joy, of love and pleasure
shared, not of sex, but of soul, of
vision done as one..
Darkness falls, the world is an end,
for she has closed the curtains tight,
from my heart, and words. ah sweet light,
how thou tempts me to look up and enjoy
the heat, warmth and pleasure of
your rays and times, but darkness
comes to quick and I am cast down
back into the pit of my own doubt,
and lonely soul. Trapped once again,
until you fall, fall into this darkness
to light it up, to give it hope, truth,
knowledge, and more.. But until then,
I sleep..
Mike Adams
2000?
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P-Angel
Hair tight and up, eyes mischief incarnate,
eyebrows that inspire, nose perky and bobbied,
eats pierce and lickable, hands crossed to hide
behind them, breast firm and lovely, like mountains
of love and joy to the eyes of man, with many things
hidden behind cloths, dark and glitter..
Mike
2003
Ange
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P-Angel of Heaven
She stands before me, a creature of heaven,
bright and angelic, hair flowing down past
shoulder pale and lovely, eyes bright and full
if life and promise, nose, cute more would
waste the words, lips that beg to be kissed,
long and hard, tasting each inch and part,
exploding tongues that entwine like wild snakes,
chin that is strong and firm, shoulder bare to his
kisses, and tongues and tasting, as his hands
clasp around with hers. Pulling each other close,
warmth combined, enflaming, souls that explode
and mingle like snow and fire or of oil with oil..
like one being.. They stand, moving together,
gliding together as one, cloths sliding off, thrown
away like waste, strewn around the room in their
haste to come together and express their
mutual lust and love.
Mike
2003
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P-Avinar El (My Jinn)
So what you doing other than being more like an angel to my eyes,
to make this poor world seem like hell and I dragged her from your
gaze and beauty by a cruel world..
Here, just drawing in the joy of your face, the peace of it, and the
calm of it, to see it for every day until the end is here, would be
paradise..
I should go soon, to much heaven dulls my mind and makes me sleepy..
I got a goal, now to make it happen? but okay, buddies for now, but
like diamonds, gold and emeralds, you a hot item, wealth beyond
measure and if I don't get you, some one else ill.. He best be damn
good.. you are Helen, to drive men made with lust, desire, to have you,
to keep you, to take you away, to know you, to quest and have you,
to know the pleasures of your company, or just star dumb, just looking..
Nose, is cute, like a deers nose, soft to the touch, to be kissed and
teased, nose to nose, or tongue or more.. how to love it, but it is you,
the whole you, and no more..
Take care, I am off, to dream of you, and hold you close..
why you bring it out, should I not share it, or keep it hidden?
Understand to well, that is the tragedy of us, time, space, and net,
tie us and divides us.
Work in progress 2005
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P-BebitaLinda
Damn fine women I see before me,
hair short and fine, eyes sharp and
piercing, nose rounds and pugly,
but far from ugly, one to be kiss and
touched.. Lips lovely and kissing,
before my face, I see a beauty,
whose lips are great for kissing,
for holding and hugging. A smile
that shines into darkness of my heart
and draws out the love and delight of
the site of her sitting before me, full of
form, shoulders to be kissed, ears to
tasted, eyes to be seen and locked in,
for to see them, and her soul, is my
delight and bliss..
Mike
2004
(2006 edited
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P-Bella
Bella, a women of dark skin, but soft as satin, soft and suply,
body full of promise, eyes that speak of many things of man and
his lusts and desires, lips full and enticing to make a saint
fall from grace to kiss them long and full, tongue entwined,
satin tight and formed to fit her tight and silk that shows only
what she wants, promising many things..
Mike
2004
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P-Bendlyn
She stands before me, a creature of heaven, bright and angelitic,
hair flowing down past shoulder pale and lovely, eyes bright and
full if life and promise, nose, cute more would waste the words,
lips that beg to be kissed, long and hard, tasting each inch and
part, exploding tongues that entwine like wild snakes, chin that
is strong and firm, shoulder bare to his kisses, and tongues and tasting, as his hands clasp around wth hers. Pulling each other
close, warmth combined, enflaming, souls that explode and mingles
like snow and fire. or of oil with oil.. like one being.. They
stand, moving together, gliding together as one, cloths sliding
off, thrown away like waste..
Mike
2003
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P-Bitter Girl
I need a muse to live for, to inspire me to heights of poetic bliss..
why not dear, you are a lovely women, sexy and lithe of body, smart
and grand of mind and soul, why would not a man wish to worship such
a being of beauty as you and be inspired for an eternity and more..
waking but to worship and pleasure her or she with him?
starting with your feet, and working my way up legs of iron, and hips
just nicely wide for good love, and breasts shaped to be beheld, neck
and shoulders bare to my eyes, and lips, and lips to be kissed long and
hard, tongues entwined and shared..
grin, and shared as one, us together in our dreams, a dinner long and
sensous, eyes meeting and souls merged as one, lips to be kissed..
Yes, vegitarian, but his meat is not for normal dining but for sharing,
for exploring, for tasting but not eating as we know it. as long as
you do not mind one piece of mine, that may be said to be meat, that
you will make an exception to no-meat?
Then dancing, close, cheek to cheek, with all knowing from our looks that
it is love, a meeting of not only bodies but of souls..
grin.. as long as if the mode goes as we might go, that I can gather at
the gardern of your sweet rivers of legs, as they come together, to
explore the garden and the gates within, and behold the small pleasure
bud and excite it to budding and watered lawns.
the garden has a lawn and it must be excited to be wet.. "hi, hello...and
i will plunge into your sweet bud and water your lawn with my big garden
hose..." a loving man, who wishes to share a moment if at all possible,
with a lovely lady!? what happiness can a man have but a moment of
pleasure, physical or just social.. you have it dear.. Will have to have
you come north, so we can explore each other and live with together, for
I would love to have a warm women like you as a live in roomie/lover..
Mike
2004
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P-Brandy
How can I compare my love to a single day, for an eternity of
delight she does present me, her laugh, her sighs, the touch of
her thighs, as I tease her gently with my love, exploring the
recesses of her garden of delight, her eyes that flash as we
come together as one, thrust for thrust, scratch for scratch,
moan for moan, until with passions shared, we fall together in
moanful bliss, exploding as one being, entwined in lips and
bodies combined..
Oh, her hair like darkness falling to shoulders bare, and white.
Like rivers of ebony, to my sight, I do behold her eyes,
ah the pain of knowing she is there, but so far away. A kiss,
a whisper, a memory buried deep and dark I do hide away
of the times together, locked as lovers. To kiss her lips once
again, her neck, and cheeks.. her nose quite fair. To tease her
with my careesses and shared in twined, hips in motion slow and
deliberately, cloths aschew across the room, from door to
bedroom dark, we did ride until we find peace in side each others
hearts, minds arms and soul. And blissfully asleep in each others
arms, to greet the day and know the night was paradise unbound.
To sadly part to our parts in the play of life..
Mike Adams
2003
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P-Bride
For your eyes light,
like beacons of the nite,
guiding poor lost fools
to the light and joy
of your site and thoughts
of embrace .or just to behold
your eyes close and fall into
them and kiss your lips full
of pleasure and promise,
but saying nothing.. for the
beholding of you drives them
deaf and dumb, for their is
just you and nothing more is
important..
2004
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P-Caroline:
But where you want to go here Caroline? My sweet Caroline, like a window, a wind, a breeze of the air and into the soul she does fly, digging deep and deeper and find all good, and giving, loving and wanting, she digs and finds his soul and wrap her self around it and loves it warm and hot, empassioned sparked by her touch, not one of body but of soul an being, or sweet Caroline, how much to be mine, to know, and touch, to sweet and much more, in summers walks, in sun high, or winters walks, cold but warm under cold skys and lights aflutter, northern and more.. Yes, I Alaska, but where you like to go?
Mike
2005
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P-Colleen (2005):
Colleen oh to spank you hard and well,
to feel the welts on my ass and know
your hand smacking me fast, hard and mean.
And I love you in your mean and happy way
no matter what you are there
and I am here and we are in pain
together.
Mike
200?
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P-Kate (Dearest Kate?):
Kate where are you my dearest Kate,
I look high and low, and you elude me,
the women of my dreams and desires,
wants and fires hot and wanting.
I look, and pass many along the way,
but I can not see you, but know you
are there, for I see your foot steps
in the sand, but they go here, and there,
and are hidden from time to time,
I find them and follow to find them washed
away.
Mike
2005?
"True compassion is not just an emotional response but a firm commitment
founded on reason. Therefore, a truly compassionate attitude towards others
does not change even if they behave negatively."- Tenzin Gyatso
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P-FOR SAM:
I scream from the passion of my love, but it is not you.
I pine for the love of her with me, but it is not you.
I die for his touch, his love and much, but not for you..
You spurned me, and now I love another, he is better
more carrying and one hell of a better lover than you.
To have you hear, to hold you close, to look into your eyes
and know the love there, shared as one, to feel your warmth
and share mine as well, to let you know all is well,
That you are loved and desired, to feel your touch,
and exploring hands, shared exploration, as holds
and massages turns to kisses full and tongues entwined
and hands ripping cloths off in a flurry of passions shared,
as we fall to the bed, kissing, touching, screaming, moaning,
Exposed flesh and parts tasted and touched.. and then,
the garden wet is opened, soft and gentle, by hands and tongue,
or just hands and memeber erect, it explores jsut inside to see,
and finds it warm and inviting. and her body willing to the touch
of it, just inside it goes, With his hands and hers holding butts
close, and tight, The member goes in and out with soft slow rythem
at first but with time and help it is faster, matching her time,
joined as one like bolt to hole, nail to wood..
One of mine?
Mike Adams
2004
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P-Frozen Michelle
Hair of white, but not her own, but lovely contract to the joy of
her face, brows thin and tensive, over eyes almond in shape and
color, nose flat and cute, lips full and kissable, like ripe
fruits of hours of love.. Chin strong and inviting for a kiss.
Mike Adams
2003
For Frozen Michelle
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P-Green Eyes
A women deep in thought, standing
strong and senseous, thinking of one
she loves, and needs, wants and desires,
to be there, for sharing and touching,
loving and talking, knowing and kissing,
teasing and being close, warming bodies
combined as one, deep in passions
throws until the world passes away.
And they lie there, together, locked
as one, fluids shared or just souls
combined as one..
Mike
2003
For Green Eyes Picture 11.
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P-Hairy Legs
Would love your hairy legs next to mine,
and see your unmade up face next to me in the mornings light..
abrigon: like velcro, we do mix, hair to hair, stuck as long..
Strong and unbroken..
Mike
2003?
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P-Handles
Hair long and luscious, smile of white,
nose that perks up and
cute..
Ah lady dear, of far you traveled,
light of frame, bright of smile,
hair long, falling like rivers of darkness,
eyes small and light of heavens bliss,
shoulders bare to the air and kisses,
hugs and touches of care,
body hot like passions kiss,
ah to hold you close,
and smell your breath
kissing lips light, and nose upturned,
to carress your hair and ears..
ah your smell is peace and sunny,
your warmth keeps the winter air away,
our passions flare, kisses, hugs,
hands carressing and exploring,
looks of longing, not lust,
just a quiet desire of longing
for a friend and lover. ah to feel you close,
and know you are here, and we together,
clasped in passions shared,
of need for love and holding,
like two peas of a pod, together,
friends, lovers, buddies and more,
talk we do together, of wit
and wisedom we do talk. and concerns,
of loves and lifes, and how to get more
than we have. Shared comments,
and dreams unfolding,
or just fantasies for the darkess of our
longing, never to explore our passions shared
always denied, but they, but given for life
long, as friends close, together always
for one and each other, buddies.
Mike Adams
2003
For Ivie
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P-JANIS
my heart says many things, but I am controlled..
ah sweet angel of my mind and heart,
to behold you in your glory, clothed or naked,
it is the same, for the soul behind the screen enfires
me to passions untold.. to join with soul to soul,
heart to heart, passion to passion, eyes drinking,
bodies close and warm, hands clasped and lips
locked in passions bliss..
Mike
2003
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P-Jessica
Jessica, to see her is to know paradise
for her face and smile speak of the soul
within, the beauty of the external mirrors
the internal. The internal is lithe and lean
full of clean, loving and blishful in her
quiet but reserved way, but on the dance
floor and she comes alive, moving soft and
swift, fast and to the rythem of the music
like she was born of music, her grace and
style inspire me in ways not of lust, but
of love and respect, desire but not lustful
but to be her partner in the dance forever
and a day, to shine together as one
and to know all secrets as one
until the stars fall away and nothing can
be said, but it was love that fell from
the sky, when I say her there before me.
And I here, quivering but strangly inspired
to say many things, but falling short
for to think of her, I fall speechless
but in wanting to know her, I find a voice
a voice I find with few, a voice of a poet
whose muse has come and stands before him
in all her glory and grace, the sight
of her face, would cause my death if
she so willed it, but she does not
for she is gentle in her beauty
and grace in her face, and her touch..
Mike
2003
(Part 2 or what?)
P-Dearest Kate, I lay here next to you, and feel the draw to love you as a man loves
his love, and lady for ever more, but in this respect you and your love
to hold back and respect,
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P-Laura
So damn close, but so damn far... groan.. the agony..
So close to paradise I do so sit here looking but can not
see the paradise of thee..
how much I wish to fall for you, and know they inner
thoughths and thighs, but reality intrudes and holds me back,
for friends ship and love hold me fast..
fast here in this chair, maneuvering my self to hold me back,
and not feel the lust I feel for you, lust that shall be denied
and held fast behind strong doors of respect and love..
ah lovely, thou do sit there, holding me fast with your smiles
and graces, teasing my senses with your face and dances..
Sorry, lusting for you, so please forgive if inspired.. you are
quite nice and looking good as well..
pray me dear lady, you do not love me in return,
for it is a sad love to be shared, and danger intrudes,
and madness insues..
Mike
20003
Not sure if Poetry or just ramblings?
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P-Liz Complete
Short and petite, and oh so damn sweat.
Short, sexy, smiles like passions exploding
and desired in eyes mischief.
Body fine and dandy, oh I wish she was handy,
to love long and slow, or fast and passionate
just being here, close, to know intimately
to feel her hands, to know her smile, taste of lips
and body warm. and share in the exploration of
desires shared and even unknown, to learn
what each needs and wants and do it, explore it
and expand into each other and know each part
intimate..
To feel here riding me, like a wild filly,
her nipples so damn close to be tasted like
ripe fruits but her breasts riding up and down
in time to out passions shared, ride the pony
GOD ride they pony. To feel her pussy tighten
around my hard cock, to feel her suck the life
out of it, ah yes I quiver.. Damn, your good
you naughty little vixen you, I exclaim
with moaning breath. Ah yes.. to feel her body
quiver, with passions expressed.
But to love and pleasure her, to know her wants,
desires and needs and bring them forth,
satisfy them wach in turn, to bring her to
passions peak and beyong and expand each
in the sharing.
To stare into your eyes, to smell your scent to feel
the heat build as our hands move to each other, to clasp
and begin to move to the music, to find the music moving
us closer, and closer until we are one body on the dance
floor. Moving as one, until ...
can you feel my hands on your firm ass, touching, squeezing,
careesing it to the time of the music, my breath on our shoulder,
my lips teasing, almost touching.
To guide you with the stiffness in my groin, rubbing shifting for you..
Moving across the floor as one, up and down, no one knowing
what we are doing and how it feels.. Teasing your right palm..
Feeling your nipples against my chest.. Wanting so much to just
fuck it, get naked and not caring who sees or what happens,
just to go for it, to strip cloths off as we move and you jump
in my lap, to land just so..
with wild abandonment, to slide down the willing shaft, desiring
your warmth and moist garden of love and lust.. Hair cascading
down you back, and you scream and I moan, YES.
Coming together as one.. But reality is here.. We know what
we want, but ...
Oh yes. I moan, I so love your mouth, your tongue playing it
like a harp of heaven, but wanting more and more until...
Damn, you love front, top? I love the image of you on top,
sliding your loving moist pussy over my shaft, guiding it in,
and your lovely nipples and breasts firm, for my view and
teasing pleasure. To tinkle and pinch them. Moving my thumb
and fingers, in a slight and gentle movement, like uncorking
your passions.
Mike
2008/2009
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P-Melissa
hair of gold, short or held back, eyes brown and lovely like a does, nose, kissable,
and lovable, lips, small and smiling, lighting up the room for me to see the rest of her,
ah the delight of her face, her neck, her ears, her shoulders bared to my sight, to hold
her close and let her know, that it is all right to cry, or fear, or feel, but good to let go..
you remind me of a cheerleader, full of energy, of smiles and cheer..
Mike
2004
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P-Melody
Melody, how to describe her, but as a song, a song of lovely notes, a tune most gentle and lovely. A melody that carries thru the head, heart and soul until the end of all, for she is Melody and is a song.
Mike
2005
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P-Minerva
Eyes intense, like light house beacon
in the nite. Smile that lights a room,
hair that flows down to shoulders bare,
hips that speak of many things, but
mostly of holding close with dancing
cheek to cheek, glasses cute and nerdy
but sweet, neck that begs to be kissed,
but soft and slow, tasted and savoured
for days and years and more. Until
eternity passed into the next
and souls entwined for ever more.
Mike
2003
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P-Mistress:
Oh sweet mistress, live and fair, hair to they ass so tight, to love you is to need you, to need you to want you, to want you is to give you all, my heart, my soul, my being, money and posessions all, for but a nite with you, to kiss with you sweet and slow, long and hard, passions shared as one, to know thy bliss and they kiss, body warm and shared, how can I not want it more and more? Mike 200?
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P-Monie
Her smile, lights the room. Thy eyes lovely and deep,
her nose perky and lovely, her neck exposed to the air
and perfumed and tasting like paradise, her shoulder,
leading the delights of her breasts, exposed to mine eyes,
and delighting to the sight, ah to be lost in them,
her smile, to kiss her lips, soft and slow, tongues
probing and giving promise to other things.
To hold her close, to smell her scent, and the blood
pounding from the exposer, to hold her close, and know
her warmth, her hands around me, and mine around here,
nothing exists but us two. Together as one. hips moving
slow, lips locked.. teasing flesh, tasting each other,
inch and inch, delighting in the feel of the skin, as
tongue glides over skin, soft and smooth..
I do love your smile, dear lady, the light in your eyes,
eyes that are also sad in some way.. to know you desperation,
and to be your inspiration, is all a man can crave, to be loved,
to love, to give his soul to her, and she to him, together as one,
so that even death is not a parting but temporary..
To wonder, who is this women I do see before me, friend, foe,
lover, demon, family, loved one for an age, or passing love,
only time shall tell.. one chance, is limited, but such is life,
but only one chance.. to hold one close, to be partners, to know
her thougths, and she his.. to be bound together, to share the
future, past and present, passions shared, not only the loving
of the bed, but the loving of sharing each others space, time,
future and fate..
Please no lower lady dear.. for the lowering of the sun
is my soul decending into deaths land of darkness and dispair,
the sun lowering below the horizon, and she is gone.. but please
rise again my dearest sun. For in your light, I grow.. I the
seed, you the sun, time the earth.. all is needed for the growing
of the idea, the plant, the concept, the love, the desire,
to need, to waking moments and dreams shared.. have I help you
arise, your heart no longer heavy? helped you.. may I see more
of your beauty? picture, drawings, words, voice and more?
Mike
2004
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P-Morning Star (for Amy Bredan)
Dear, you are hot, not just of face and body, but of soul and mind.
To know you is to love you, but as a friend, and joy in my darkness
Like an imp of paradise, you are there, short and sweet, lips
pouted out, and eyes drawing all in, shy but lovely maximum.
Hard to explain it all, for when I see you, my mind goes blank.
All is lost in the enchantment of seeing you, of knowing you
but more than desire of mind, or body, and soul, but peace.
Like times spend in heaven, before I was born, peaceful and light
A fairy of my fantasies, love and joy, and joy of times spend
in heaven, before birth, remembered by seeing you again.
a fairy of my fantasies, of love, and joy, of times spent in
heaven, times long gone but remembered in soul remembered
but mind blank, for tongue is tied and lungs unable to draw breath,
for all is locked in looking and taking in the beauty of your soul..
But mostly just happy to have you as a friend, a candle in the
darkness of my life, and to know that candle is a warm and gentle
light, and brings peace, happiness and joy, when thought and
dreamed of.. For to much is pain and anger in this world
and to see a gentle flame in the gloom, and joy untold,
joy just in the knowing and having as a friend and buddy close.
Mike
2006
For Amy
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P-Monie
Her smile, lights the room. Thy eyes lovely and deep,
her nose perky and lovely, her neck exposed to the air
and perfumed and tasting like paradise, her shoulder,
leading the delights of her breasts, exposed to mine eyes,
and delighting to the sight, ah to be lost in them,
her smile, to kiss her lips, soft and slow, tongues
probing and giving promise to other things.
To hold her close, to smell her scent, and the blood
pounding from the exposer, to hold her close, and know
her warmth, her hands around me, and mine around here,
nothing exists but us two. Together as one. hips moving
slow, lips locked.. teasing flesh, tasting each other,
inch and inch, delighting in the feel of the skin, as
tongue glides over skin, soft and smooth..
I do love your smile, dear lady, the light in your eyes,
eyes that are also sad in some way.. to know you desperation,
and to be your inspiration, is all a man can crave, to be loved,
to love, to give his soul to her, and she to him, together as one,
so that even death is not a parting but temporary..
To wonder, who is this women I do see before me, friend, foe,
lover, demon, family, loved one for an age, or passing love,
only time shall tell.. one chance, is limited, but such is life,
but only one chance.. to hold one close, to be partners, to know
her thougths, and she his.. to be bound together, to share the
future, past and present, passions shared, not only the loving
of the bed, but the loving of sharing each others space, time,
future and fate..
Please no lower lady dear.. for the lowering of the sun
is my soul decending into deaths land of darkness and dispair,
the sun lowering below the horizon, and she is gone.. but please
rise again my dearest sun. For in your light, I grow.. I the
seed, you the sun, time the earth.. all is needed for the growing
of the idea, the plant, the concept, the love, the desire,
to need, to waking moments and dreams shared.. have I help you
arise, your heart no longer heavy? helped you.. may I see more
of your beauty? picture, drawings, words, voice and more?
Mike
2004
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P-Musing Gate
A muse in form to my mind, and hormones raging,
at the sight of profiles pic,
which is revealing but teasing to the sight
and senses and brings about a joyful pleasure
to my mind and soul at the viewing..
Ah yes, makes me want to suck on something..
or exploring with hands and hips other places..
to share a movement of hips shared.
and hands touching, and moving..
kisses and lips tasting each others flesh, and teasing..
tongue teasing nipplies hard and brown, tasting and teasing,
holding with lips soft and gentle, in and out..
cloths moves just such, removed fast and furious,
or by hands exploring or ripping..
falling to a heap on the floor, bodies soon after..
warmth shared as sweat comes and mingles, smells waffling..
and passions shared.. ah yes, it is free, now I am the key
and where is the gate? ah yes, the gardens gate, behind a
forest light and blonde, with gates parted gentle with hands,
and yes the key hole is shown.. and teases, slow or fast?
vibrated or teased by lips and tongue? until after time eternal,
we fall, to bed and sleep slow and gentle,
caressing gentle and slow, as we drift off to sleep..
Mike Adams
12/04
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P-Muslim Women Eyes
Your eyes like twin beacons in the darkness,
guiding husband to home and kids to pray,
strong and stern, and lovely beyond all hope
of understanding..
For a Muslim Lady
Mike Adams
2003
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P-My Muse:
What is my muse, you drive me from the deeps, and rise me
to the heavens and beyond, and then with no notice, you drive
me back into the oceans deep and dark, to wonder why, what did
I do to deserve this torment, I who loves you more than anything,
who is your lovers and fan beyond all others.
Why do you torment me so, what did I do to deserve this, to
taste the life beyond the dark and forbidden oceans depth,
to see the light and more, and then not to rest in its light,
but crash down like a whale sounding back into the depths,
cold and alone once again..
Why are you so cruel my muse, what must I do to join you once
again, and know your sweet caress? What?
I have asked many a time, to have no answer, until you strike me
like lighting and up I rise once again, to know the thrill and
joy of rising, rising, higher and higher, with no care of what
will happen once I have risen high, into the sky, I think of it
not, for to know your scent, your touch, your inspiration is all
I live for, for I have the hope that you will need me once again,
and call on me, even if in a cruel state, I know you are mine,
and I am yours forever more, until death takes me in the end,
and I pray to be your lover more..
On to the end of time, and beyond.. For what am I, but yours,
and you are mine, my muse, fast and cruel, but joyous beyond
any drug of man.
I scream for you, I live for you, I need you, thou you seem
need me not, but what hope have I? What hope? I scream to the
light high above unseen but remembered, what hope, a dim one
yes, but still one.. So I sit hear in the dark, waiting, waiting,
with memories of the light and you my muse..
Waiting for your call, your touch so sweet like the first loves
careess, for who are you, but my first and now only love, for
no women of women can call me like you do, can touch me like you
do, can reach inside me and draw me out and up like you do..
What kiss born of mortal women can spur me on, up and up, into
the heavens high, and make we wish for you my love. No mortal
women is of such a beauty as you, what powers they have pale
compared to you my lady love, my muse so like gossiemer, fleeting
like mist in mornings first caress.
But leaving a taste for more, please my lady dearest call me,
I plead, for without you my dear, I am nothing, but a mortal
man, locked in mortal darkness, only with your touch can I extend
beyond the mortal, and onto the immortal, only for your love do
I live, I strive, I drive on into the dark once more, with sweet thoughts
of you and the hope of you.
So please come back my muse, I need you or I do die, a death
untold, and slow, knowing the joy I once had with just the sight,
to taste, the touch, the smell of you, but now I have nothing
but bitter memories, of heavens bliss, and shame at the loss of you.
Mike Adams
20 April 1998.
I can write more, but I have to sleep, for my muse has worn me out...
Boy I can be a real moronic sap. Mike Adams 2001
Last lines added 2001 or so, not sure, copied from 2nd edition
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P-My Secret Love (My Secret Lover):
My dearest love, to see your face once again
to feel your naked body next to mine,
to kiss your lucious lips
to have hands around your so full hips
to draw you near and I to you
to feel your breath on my shoulders
to feel your warmth next to mine
to have you feel my excitement rise
to meet you, to share a subtle moment
once again, to find our passions enflamed
once again, to join as one slowly and
gently, to feel my gift to you, inside
you once again, to slowly give it to
you and caress and bring you to the
heights of passion once again.
To know the mounds of your breasts
and the chocolate tips aroused from my
touch, to enter your lovely forest and
pacify the guardian with kisses
and teasing from my tongue
to give gift to you, slowly
entering the forest cave, and feel
the stream of the cave, flowing
from my gifts entrance.
To join in happy thrusting and
moving of mine and your hips
to a joyous rhythm that only two
can share, to meet you thrust
with thrust, taste with taste,
touch with touch, to finally
feel you grip me with muscles taught
exploding from my loving.
To love you in oh so many way
sometimes slow, sometime fast
and often moving around like a
corkscrew matching your hips
for every movement, until we
explode together and share
the stuff of life together to
fall together in spent passions,
but not done yet, for love is more
than animal passions, but of loving
touches, caresses, and teasings.
Talking and gentle words exchanged
until finally we sleep together
in a single bed, arm in arm,
body joined to body, sweat
mingled and kisses covering all
we sleep the sleep of passions
end, but only for a time, for
we awake to hear our breaths
combined, and cuddles given
and nuzzles needed. We love
once more and another and another
until we can go no more,
and just lay there in each others
arms, exhausted but oh so happy
from the love we have shared
and the dream we have shared
and the hopes we have shared.
Your Secret Love
for now this is all I can give
you, but until we met, think of
me laying next to you and tell
me more of you and yours
so I may know them well,
so I may love you as you desire
and give you my all.
Love Mike
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P-Nadine:
To numb to think
of more than how
lovely you are,
the hair of fires
hot and passionate,
the lips red as
blood, the eyes firm
and resolute, the
silouette that makes
my blood rise up in
a torrent of desire
but knowing the brain
behind the things of
sight, cools it to
loving respect, and
joy at the knowing and
talking, of seeing and
holding or just beholding,
with home of holding
one close, knowing your
whispers, snores, cooes
and cuddles, of just knowing
you live and exist, to feel
you next to me and I next
to you you happy in all
things and I happy in
helping you be so happy..
Mike
07/28/2005
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P-Nicole
Nicole a goddess, working hard and lovely in ways she knows not.
Not ones of body and build but of hard core working, of caring
for children and managing things most would or could not do.
Of Dora her dog, and buddy, baby too. To nieces and nephews.
But most off all, she is a Goddess not of body for she is more
than just a body, she is a person, a being of respect and
vigor that any man would be happy to know and love
and most of all be loved by her.
To be loved or just accepted by..
(what ever, here we go again, she is a respectable persons, who should not have to resort to open front breast crap to get tips!
She is to damn good for that!
Mike
2010?
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P-Martha
Dear Martha, Humpy Mumpy
Why you have to die
Irony is all I can say.
Tragedy and anger
brother dead
guilt or just
grief over whelming
anger and pain
To lovely to be normal.
Used by others to be
accepted or mule.
Drugs, alcohol
travel and abortions
but in the end the
irony is, to die.
But by boy friend
after giving birth
Finally of a child
after giving up
so many they say.
So is the Irony
and tragedy of
your life. Anger
showen when drunk
but now sober,
but to little
to late or just
expressed by
Not much to say
mental or just
hurting unending
but brought out
when drunk
What can be said
Just good bye
little one
Mu Humpy Mumpy
Loved you
not for your
looks but for
your friendship
I am sorry I was
not a better friend
for in the end
we failed you
us all, by not
being better.
Sorry.
Mike
2009
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P-For Kirby Shantal
to draw you out, to know the sight not only of your beauty, but your soul, to know you inside and out, to draw it all out, and know it all, tease and play, join with and share, bodies, minds, souls and to touch each in turn, eye to eye, lips to lips, hands to hands, bodies moving in time together, hands running down bodies warm and sweaty.. to stroke hair, ears, neck and back, and run down hands to cheecks firm and split..
Mike
2011
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P-Ode to Brides Ass : YES.. oh to know it, to see it, and touch it, hold it and feel it, to know it and lube it. to dance and know the feel of it and mine together, in time to the music sway and way and god I want to cum.. Mike 2005 For brideofbaudelaire
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P-Of Jill
Ah to smell her once again, to touch her hand, to smell her scent, as I hold it and kiss it,
knowing the joy of her hands, of them around me, and I around her waist, dancing all nite long
and feeling joy together, like nothing ever ends..
Oh Jill, to walk up that hill, to fetch the pail of love and knowing, and to walk down the path together,
hold hand to hand, so not falling as we walk, finding the path to be smooth andwonderful,
and just knowing.. to look face to face, and knowing not the shell of living, but the spirit and energy
of the sublime.. arm in arm, hand in hand, soul entwined, more than body but of being..
To live forever together, never seperate..
Oh, yes, the image of thy lovely body, dancing with soap and salt, and water hot and soothing,
body dunking slowly, like entry into hell, but joyful like heavens bliss. Toe first then ankle sweet
and petite, then leg, ah to behold that limb, lithe and muscled fine, next the knee and hip and more..
Ah to say more risks death from heart gone wild and dying from the thought of more..
Commune, sweet communion, slow of breath, rising chest, brain calm in the breathing,
lips quiver slow and open toeach breath slow. Chest rising, mind slowing and calm..
Later Jill, I shall return to thy sweet embrace, and hear thy words slow and sweet and know thy mind,
deep and probing, joined as one, in the breathing of our bodies seperate but souls joined..
Mike
2003
For Jill
Snowball 1127
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P-Lady Olumide
Lady hot, of body and of smile, hair dark and skin mysterious..
oh she stands there, and I notice but she is there, for
entranced am I, by her smile, how it beams and affects all..
Mike
2005
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P-Paige
Two eyes fire and love
two moons over old miss.
Two sets of lips, both I
love, but she is more,
than this. A soldier
a lover, a mother
one day, a friend
a heart, and being
and more. I love her,
and more, to tease
and touch, to love
and squeeze.
Love me, how to
be two as one.
How you bring you
here, or I there
So we can be as one
lovers inseparable
how to know the
women, when
hormones rage
and lust explodes
at the sight of her
the flesh, the sex
the joy of the body
and seeing, but
to see past this I
must, go mad with
guilt, for I know
I love her more
than as a lover,
or so hot women on cam
but as a friend, a buddy
someone to talk of
things, she of secrets
and I of mine. More
than lovers, but soul
mates, of minds
combined, and time
and space shared.
But Irony is,
she is there and
I am here. To
worship her, is
to lose her for
in the end, all
is just lust,
and she deserves
more than just lust
but love, giving by
a buddy, a friend
a mentor, a man
more, but of respect
I give, and she in
return, so how to
solve this quandry?
I do just pray for
what is the end of
this, but pain, for
she is there, and I am
here and no chance
of more than via
web and lines of light
no chance of bodies
shared, or tastes,
smells and touch there
is none, no knowing
her eyes, face to face
together and knowing
of passions in bed
shared, so the irony
of life, is the love
with out hope of
more, so where shall
we go? To hell of
wanting and not
having, or friends
forever more and
heaven shared.
Mike Adams
2005
P-Sunshine:
Please my sunshine come back to me,
for the darkness cloaks me and binds me
and I need your touch, of light
to bring the most from me, and I from you.
Please do not take the sunshine
of your face from me.
The darkness it leaves behind
when gone is more than anyone
can handle or deal with
For what is loneliness
with out the sunshine
of your face and being.
2007
For Linda
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P-Shellina
A lady, strong and true, a friend and doctor to,
loving, and leaning, pleasing of site and more of mind.
Heart is big and loving is true, she calls to show it to.
Of illness she is there, for one and all. To call, and say,
you are sick, go to the doctor, for love and life, she says,
but more just cause she is just who she is Shellina..
Mike
11/2004
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P-Shorty
Like a blessed sun that shines down on this poor fool,
lost in the dark, but seeing you lights the darklness
and it passes away like a summers fog.. a man could
get lost in your smiles and joys, just your smile and
laughter would make any man happy for an eternity..
Your wholeness is hot, but .. my heart cries out for
your smile..hair like rivers of brown gold, eyes that
sparkle with impish delight, nose that is pure delight,
mouth that speak of much, but smiles more than many,
that lights the darkness of my soul and send my heart
to fluttering and joy I can not say how much it feels good.
just that it does, teeth perfect and bright, chin that is there
for kissing, neck that is bare to my eyes and kisses, would
go further but strangely find more to be base and dirty and
not part of love for one. don't want to make ya frown.
your my sunshine.. my joy, the smile that lightens up this damn
apartment.. darn, darkess of my soul decends as she leaves
the room, her smile is gone, the sun as well, and all left
is an empty chair, single and alone.. and so is me..
Mike
2004?
2006
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P-SNOW:
I want feel what snow feels like in summer, seven inches of it, deep inside, sourounded by you and knowing, god I am in heaven, and she is with me, and brought it to me.. To feel your eyes for the first time, to touch you for the first time, to feel our lips meet and explore, our tongues entwined as serpents, our hands meeting and exploring, our bodies moving in time to our mutual lust, and needs. To feel your hands on my body, and mine on yours, and feel your heat rise from the touch, to know you want me as much as I for you, and know the smell of lust is thick in the air, as you slide a hand under my shirt and feel my chest and I pop a button from your blouse, followed by the rest asd it slide up and over your arms, God your breasts are perfect, as you bra slide off, to my hands exploring, pop pop pop goes your bra, and all slides down, zipp goes my pants from your delicate and wanting hands.. A yes that is my cock, and oh, yes, your nipples like twin mounds of chocolate in a sea of snow, perky and erect like my cock has been since I first saw you. As yes, your mouth is delight, warm and willing, trained and delicate, tongue a mistress of the pleasures of the flesh and penis explosed. oh my head needs and feels it.. as I look into your wanton eyes, yes, I must as I lay down and slide around, to run my hands up your thighs, and to your garden spot, moist to the touch, and soon panties gone from expert hands.. exposing a trimed and pleasent garden, well watered by the passions flowing from it and to my fingerrs sliding past the gate of your lipes to spread the water of joy all around and find to my wanting lips and tongue your nub of joy and suck on it slow and gentle. GOD, I moan, you tongue is delight, my toes are curing at the pleasures of your mouth.. as I find your butt and slide my hands around your cheeks.. grin..as my hands massage your back,sliding down your crack to find a lovely hole of passions explored by some..
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P-Sundance:
Sundance how you dance
across the sky so fast and lovely,
darting from place to place,
flickering the sky fast and
furious or slow at twilight.
Mike
2003
(for a gal named Sundance)
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P-Tara
How to write a poem of a lady, who came in the nite, met in the nite and left before the moon came to show its face, to light this lady fare and regal, english of manner and bearing. Tall by means unknown and unsaid, her hair long and dark, her voice smooth and soft, hard to hear but wanted, by ears of a man entrapped by her beauty and grace. Parting came hard but needed, for the time was nie for the parting, for the bean of life had struck at her heart and being, and off she road into the nite, that moonless nite, down roads that he could not follow or dared to follow for in the joy of the meeting was all he could ever hope for, and knew the chasing was doomed to death door and beyond. So he cast the thoughts of more than to know she lived, her journey swift and secure and home to speak of just whispers, but nay that was not to be, for she was but a fantom of love or longing, a shadow that passed into the nite and lite the man with joy of meeting but once, and never more.
Mike
2003
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P-Vashti of the Flame Red Tresses:
Oh my dearest lady mine, for your
passing has emptied my heart,
but the memories of you will be
with me forever.
The joy we felt in our youth,
the times we spent in our middle years.
The things we did here, there and all.
Friends we made, times we spent,
even when angry we did it in love.
How the feeling I do feel at
your passing,
for you my lady of hair so red was me,
and I you, a half has gone away
and left me with feelings of what now,
not to replace but the feeling of
what now? Who can I turn to when I need love,
carrying, a gentle hand a soft
caress, to be told I was wrong and the
love to show me gently. To be there for
me, and I for you. Bye my dear lady of
flaming hair that lighted up the darknes
of my life, for before you there was darkness
and now what? Farwell my dear until that day
with Gods/fates grace I can join you once again,
to walk hand in hand, arm in arm,
carress to carress,
feel to feel and knowing we will be together
always..
Love ......
(Mike Adams 1998)
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P-Kate
Kate where are you my dearest Kate,
I look high and low, and you elude me,
the women of my dreams and desires,
wants and fires hot and wanting.
I look, and pass many along the way,
but I can not see you, but know you
are there, for I see your foot steps
in the sand, but they go here, and there,
and are hidden from time to time,
I find them and follow
to find them washed away.
Mike Adams
2004
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P-Mistress
Oh sweet mistress, live and fair, hair to they ass so tight,
to love you is to need you, to need you to want you,
to want you is to give you all, my heart, my soul, my being,
money and possessions all, for but a nite with you,
to kiss with you sweet and slow, long and hard,
passions shared as one, to know thy bliss and they kiss,
body warm and shared, how can I not want it more and more?
Mike
May 2004
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P-Nite Sweet Lady
Nite sweet lady, may I dream
of you tonight, nothing erotic
or exotic, just a light in the
darkness of light, like a knight
of old, my Guenevier or lady of
the grail.
Mike Adams
2002
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P-Obsessive Love:
Touch me, tease me, drive me nuts,
fuck me, suck me, drive me wild.
Hump me, feel me, love me hard,
but never let me go.
Touch me, tease me, drive me nuts,
fuck me, suck me, drive me wild.
Hump me, feel me, love me hard,
never leave me, I die now!
Touch me, tease me, drive me nuts,
fuck me, suck me, drive me wild.
Hump me, feel me, love me hard,
never leave me, all will die to
to have you back?
Mike
2005
(for those dumb fools who have obsessive love, and who should have
walked away). Fuck Me Limerick
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P-Of Lovers
Ah to look in eyes of light and see
love reflected back to another and to
you my dear, my lady love I do scream
passions shared and bodies entwined
she walks through the door
her emotions are strong for him
he looks into her eyes
as she walks to him
she puts her arms around him
and he kisses her, passionately
she kisses him back
both know what is going to happen
they embrace each other lovingly
they know what is about to happen
Oh War, who is it good for?
A question asked by many.
What is it good for?
Economy I can ask?
Life, not likely.
Mike Adams
2003
Inspired by another who helped.
Sadly forget who. Meg I think.
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P-Of Three
Many things shall be said,
but of three there is the most.
One of beauty of face and form,
two of beauty of spirite and soul,
three of beauty of the times spent
as one, and futures seen together
as one.. Two together, bound as one
by the third.
Mike
2003
P-Of Daggers and Pens
The agony, my heart, be still
my beating bleeding heart,
for the dagger she rams home
is one of pain, and agony
most dear, with death the
result.. the pain, oh the pain..
Drive it home, oh sweat
dagger of agony sharp
and pain divine..
Render my heart,
with your pens aflame,
show its true measure and fame,
love it or leave it,
but never forget it,
for in the picture,
much is said of my heart..
In the rendering
is the finding,
to vision of my soul,
laid bare for you
to see, or others
in eternity.
Mike
2004
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P-One Night of Love:
Dear, one night was all we had.
A night of bliss, of touch
cuddles, fondles, and souls
coming together as one.
But the in our passion
was tragedy for fate tore
us apart, leaving
wounds un-healing.
Love, lust, desire and
bonding is still here,
nagging at me pushing me
to share once more in ways
no persons can stand.
But we must stay apart.
But in this is the tragedy
you are there and I am here
we know why we can not share
more and it hurts, scars my
soul, and dooms me to knowing
you are there, I am here
always as one, joined as one
Never able to be one again.
My bed it full but it is
not you, I wish it was
but you know why.
Does not mean I can not
fantasize, wish, want,
and desire, but in this
is the tragedy for it
dims all around me
makes all dull and grey.
Going through the motions
of living and caring.
A walking dead person
bleeding slowly through
small wounds but deadly.
Sapping the life from me
My soul dead and dark
knowing it can be full
and alive once again
but no hope is the
answer and remedy.
Night my love of a
night and forever.
Mike
2008
Written for someone who wanted a poem
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P-Rose Petals and Cuffs
ah sweet ladies of petals and cuff,
how to love you, shall I love you
soft and sweet, like petals touching
skin but softly, or like cuffs, hard
and restraining?
Mike
2005
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P-Sex Rocks (Roxy Sexy)
Damn, you are hot. lovely of face, of features and grace,
of body more can be said, but mind is not for there,
for friends to be made, and not to be laid, but thoughts
hard not to go there, but good to be.. I shall, to lust
for her, mind, body and soul, to see the beauty of all three,
all in due time and course.. ah to see her there, before my eyes,
to wish to kiss her lips, to feel her hips next to mine,
to hold her close, with arms shared and entwined. To worship
at her face, and to know a smile of her face, to give her all and more..
To feel her warm and soft, to smell her scent, to know her love,
to feel her, it drives my mind to thoughts of love, lust passions shared..
but friends for now and ever more.. to squash the passions rising,
and keep them low and hidden. And not exploding.. love to behold
her moon, and know the flow of your hair down breasts laid bare
to the site of love.. To behold the necks, to be kissed, and tasted
soft and sweet, slow and gentle, to hold the body close..
to dance as one, slow at first, but more to follow..
Mike
2004
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P-On Ruby Wings
On Ruby Wings: hair auburn, eyes blue,
she stand before me naked to my sight
and I am heaven bound for she an angel
of delight a vision of my site, this lady
ruby red and blood running in my head,
she is lips of red, full and lovely,
neck exposed and wishing to be explored
and kissed, sucked on and tasted, inch
by inch, mile by mile until I have sucked
and pleasured it all, and she is beyond
heavens for the pleasure share is on of
mortal men and women, in bed long and hard,
sharing each pleasure of the flesh, but both
loving it and enjoying, giving there all and
knowing there is more, and wanting to share
with the other all they are, their souls
locked as one together inseperately, even
when apart they feel the other.. on ruby wings
they slide and glide, come as one, thrust for
thrust, touch for touch, moan for moan, until
both are near death, and wanting still more..
Mike
2005
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Yes my dearest Secret Lover,
I shall see what I can do for your
hearts pleasure.
MY SECRET LOVE:
My dearest love, to see your face once again
to feel your naked body next to mine,
to kiss your lucious lips
to have hands around your so full hips
to draw you near and I to you
to feel your breath on my shoulders
to feel your warmth next to mine
to have you feel my excitment rise
to meet you, to share a subtle moment
once again, to find our passions enflamed
once again, to join as one slowly and
gently, to feel my gift to you, inside
you once again, to slowly give it to
you and caress and bring you to the
heights of passion once again.
To know the mounds of your breasts
and the chocolate tips aroused from my
touch, to enter your lovely forest and
pacify the guardian with kisses
and teasing from my tongue
to give gift to you, slowly
entering the forest cave, and feel
the stream of the cave, flowing
from my gifts entrance.
To join in happy thrusting and
moving of mine and your hips
to a joyous rythem that only two
can share, to meet you thrust
with thrust, taste with taste,
touch with touch, to finally
feel you grip me with muscles taught
exploding from my loving.
To love you in oh so many way
sometimes slow, sometime fast
and often moving around like a
corkscrew matching your hips
for every movement, until we
explode together and share
the stuff of life together to
fall together in spent passions,
but not done yet, for love is more
than animal passions, but of loving
touches, caresses, and teasings.
Talking and gentle words exchanged
until finally we sleep together
in a single bed, arm in arm,
body joined to body, sweat
mingled and kisses covering all
we sleep the sleep of passions
end, but only for a time, for
we awake to hear our breaths
combined, and cuddles given
and nuzzles needed. We love
once more and another and anoter
until we can go no more,
and just lay there in each others
arms, exchausted but oh so happy
from the love we have shared
and the dream we have shared
and the hopes we have shared.
Your Secret Love
for now this is all I can give
you, but until we met, think of
me laying next to you and tell
me more of you and yours
so I may know them well,
so I may love you as you desire
and give you my all.
Love Mike
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P-There
To see you there
to feel you here
to touch you now
to hold you close
to feel you here
to caress you slow
to know you now
to feel your hands
slide and tease
to feel you flesh
to know your soul
your eyes and skin
to shed some cloths
to throw them
to not care where
to kiss you here
and there and all
to share passion
to touch you
to be touched
to feel your thing
to place it there
to ride you hard
and you the same
to know your lust
and I are now
combined as one
to sew the seed
of love and lust
to feel the power
of just a touch
to slide it in
and you on me
to ride me hard
and not to stop
but on and on
for ever more
we are one
you with me
and I for you
together we are
forever as one.
Mike
2005
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P-THINKING OF YOU:
How can I compare you
to anything of mortal man,
or of anything of nature
other than to you.
How can I tell you of my
feelins for you, but words
escape me greatly when I think of you.
So in this I can say, thou
you are far away, you are
close beside me in all things
I do.
Yes I am tempted by things
of the flesh, but I get thru
it by the feelins I feel
for you.
I have matured in ways I never
thought possible from contact
with you and I wish for more
from you. For my dear, though
I am weak, you make me strong
and your love for me makes me
the strongest man alive.
I love you my dear and that
is all I can say for as words
escape me soon after thinking
of you.
So therefore I end this with
my kiss, my hugs for you
and my thoughts of you, for you
fill me up mind, body and soul..
And it feels good.
Mike
02 Oct 1998
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P-Tweekers Love and Humor
oh lady of the cam, how I wish I was there,
to bask in your humors lite, to know how lovely
the site of you, and know first hand your humor
and love of it.. To tell a joke and see your face
light up, to know it was for you I told it for,
and not for another, to see you brighten up
the day, with whit and whim, jest and humor dear..
Ah dear lady, to behold you in your lovely
naked self, to caress your neck with teeth
nd lips, to taste each inch with tongue, slow
and gentle, to taste the skin, soft and sweet,
to feel the lust slowly build, to hold you close,
and see your eyes, to fel you hands on me,
and mine on you, to hold you close, dancing slow
and gentle, to taste you more with lips combined,
tongues entwined, building our mutual lust, with hands
exploring, looks of lust and joy at our meeting,
bodies moving in time to the music erotic, feeling
things rise at the feeling of you near. ah your
neck, tastes divine, like wine of passions sweat..
sweet combining as our bodies are closer, with
cloths thrown about with out a care. who cares
about cloths, when two wish to be one, to share
passions longing, to taste and share, not just
bodies, but minds and souls, to become one where
we find our selves..
Sorry.. you look to nice to be seen as an object
of lust.. more like someone to hold close and
just enjoy the company, of your warmth and smile..
Someone to see across a room and know, she is there,
and I am here, and we are friends for ever more,
married or just sharing time and space..
Love your elven eyes.. how they sweep back
from your nose, in a delightful curve.. hard to explain..
your lips red, and kissable, your nose,
so missed, your ears to be touch and things said
to them, soft and gentle.. your teeth so much your
smile, lights the darkness of the soul, and shows
the beauty of the humor of your being..
Things said that only lovers share, of bliss shared,
and words of love and passions wanted, but never done,
for the distance is great, and how to share it together
as one, is the irony of life and tragedy of the
moment and times cruel pains..
Mike
2004
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P-Lycaine: I live alone, hunt alone, be alone like a wolf am I, but human too. Such is the quandry of my kin and kindred, we live alone, but need each other to survive, to go on and live and not die by the hands of our enemies. Of which there is many, but all alone.. Mike 2005
Extra below or what?
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P-Loves Pain: In sadness and despair I do rise up from hells depth to shine in skys bright with hells fires light to shed the anger and despair and stand in the open air. To throw off the chains of death and pain to give my all to God, Lord and master of all I do cry to the heavens to release me from this mortal bonds and let my soul shine high into the sky and bless all with the lights of my eyes enflamed by the pain and agony and sins past left behind the veil of love and peace, of faith and love, trust and join and find bliss with my lover true. Mike 2003
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P-LONG DISTANCE LOVE: To cute the man says, the women replies, yes, but you love me anyways, yes and more, but how to keep my self off the floor from loving you, for you are there, and I am here, and the floor is closer, than the door, how to love another so far away, to kiss and hug, to touch and tease, to know her as a women and as a friend, with out the knowing the eyes, the soul, the joy of her sighs, the look of her hair, the knowing she is there and he is here, to bodies, two souls apart but connected by wires and glass, distances far but love shared. Mike 2005
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P-Hot Chocolate:
Hot milky chocolate, expanding my mind,
and senses, hearing, sight and touch are
render numb and wanting more.. Hot, sweet
and damn delicious to the senses, eyes full
of the beauty of her, the nose smelling each
delight, the ears hearing a voice of pleasure
delightful, the tongue tasting the skin and damn
yes, the hands touching and ... More could be
said, but all that follows is damnation of not
having her here and the depression it brings.
Mike
200?
(For Rachel Jones)
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P-Lady Olumide
Lady hot, of body and of smile, hair dark and skin mysterious..
oh she stands there, and I notice but she is there, for
entranced am I, by her smile, how it beams and affects all..
Mike
2005
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P-Lady Chocolate
hello my dear rose of delicious chocolate,
how can a knight serve you? shove a sword
through my heart ney dear, for to shove one
would kiss you and that would be tradedy
most heinois, for I love you more than any
being of mortal life. ah my dearest lady, to look
into the pools of your eyes and know that it is not
your thighs I want but our love and soul, to share
and join with for ever more.. yes, my dear you are
a hottie, and got a body that never ends my lust,
but love you more for the way to think and your
depth of soul.
Mike
200?
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P-THE COURSE:
Man Walks,
Man Sees,
Man Falls,
Man in Love,
Man be Drunk.
She is Gone.
Man is Lost.
Where is he now?
Alone
and gone.
Mike
2007?
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