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Romantic Poems to Add to or move/edit/keep track off in PC-Romantic 2017 Total
INDEX:
Pain Maximum
Poem of a Woman
Of Three
Paige
Nicole
Nite Sweet Lady
Pieces
Flight From Love
Poets Needs
Nadine
Numb
Olumide
On Ruby Wings
Of Jill
Of Lovers
Obsessive Love
Of Three
One Night of Love
Of Daggers and Pens
Mistress Mischief
Ana (same as Mistress Mischief?)
Angel
Angel of Heaven
Beat Me
Beat Me 2nd
Beat Me More
BebitaLinda
Bella
Bendlyn
Bitter/Bitter Girl
Bitter Love
Brandy
Breasts
Avinar El (My Djinn)
Caroline
Bride (Of Baudelaire)
Lady Chocolate
Lady Love
Lady of Light
Lady Olumide
Left Right
Lost Sunshine
Denied Love (Love Denied?)
Love Ladies Gifts
Love Me
Lovers ? need a poem or ..
Loves Pain
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All the world's a stage, And the men and women merely players: They have
their exits and their entrances And one man in his time plays many
parts. So wrote our friend Bill Shakespeare some 400 years ago in one of
his most profound observations on the human condition. Yet, we often
treat this life as if we really are the people we're playing. Imagine
how few troubles we might have if we remember it's only a role we are
playing. All we need do is play it as best we can and then gracefully
exit the stage. If the world is a stage, then where is my union wage,
retirement package and benefits?
So how you doing, just asking friends what poems they like, and
suggest for a future book of mine. Love poetry, but likely to
have more than one book and different types of love. Not
flirting. Just needing feed back, any of my poems that you
think would fit in a book of love poetry?
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P-Pain Maximum
Beat me
Nothing
Whip Me
Still Nothing
I know you are
doing it, but
I feel it naught
for all I am in pain
I nothing else
Pain maxed out.
Mike Adams
2006
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P-Poem of a Women
You are to much like a poem yourself, hair
just right, eyes that light like the moon,
nose that is for the delight of the senses,
lips full and loving, to be kissed slow and
sweet, savored like find wine and food just
right. chin, ah, just right..
How to compare you to a summers day, to behold you,
to walk under your light of your smile, to bathe in
the breeze of your sense, from far and close,
intimate and passionate..
Mike
2004
nanner_bubblez_n_monkeyz
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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 spirit 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
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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 quandary?
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
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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
2006
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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 Guinevere or lady
of the grail.
Mike Adams
2002
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P-Pieces:
Piece by piece
part by part
each memory a
part of a whole
a whole that is
falling apart
each time to think
of someone lost
A part gone
to the dark
a dark of alone
alone in the dark
all gone once known
now gone into the
dark of ...
just gone. Barely
remembered now, but
once a life loved.
But now just pieces
fragments of a whole
that was loved
known and missed
slowly going
going gone into
the darkness of
I am not sure
just gone.
Missed and cold
cold and apart
from the whole
of us, friends
lovers, or just
family but all
missed. some
longed for, loved
lusted after
or just smiles
lost to time
and memories
short and cloudy.
Things once intense
dull with time
but some nagging
on, obsessive
in intensity
unable to let
it go, even for
a dangerous price
of all else paling
into nothingness.
Pieces falling from
another life, until
all that is left
is the memories
the pain and
emptiness of life,
all sacrificed
to the pain of the
fallen and gone.
Forced out, cast
out, all others
fall aside the way
for nothing is
so bright as the
darkness of regret
and guilt un-let.
Un-let go, and known
for what it is?
Guilt for deeds
done or not done
people saved or
unsaved, or let go?
Or just wandered
away, into the grey
Where did they go?
Closure for some,
Wondering for others
But many just wandered
away and disappeared
and all is left is
fragmented memories
pieces falling apart
by the second until
what is left but
pieces of a broken
man, on the floor.
Alone in the dark
Wondering who they
was, and why I hurt
But what of them
where they go
what pains do they
have and left.
Mike
2008
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P-Flight from Love:
Ah the man crosses the stage. Exploring what is beyond.
he walks slowly, for he knows the doom that awaits.
A doom that will damn him and his kin to agony, long and hard.
An agony bought with pain and lust, of love and wants given.
But a price paid most dear. He crosses with a shuffle this man of doom,
as he walks to the ship, to know a new land and place, for in his home
he is no longer welcome. For forces have come to force him out,
starvation or flight is his options, he boards the ship, signs the
manifest and sheet of servitude indentured.
For years will go by until he breaths free, his own air not someone
else's. To know not a master, but his own life gained again with much
agony and pain. And his question still will be, was she worth it, that
buxom filly of women, Of a noble house, of a foreign land, of lips of
red rose, of breasts of milky white. Of thighs long and lean, of garden
shaved and dark, and lips both, moist and tongue longing for his kiss
and passions share, and lips wanting a man to make her women, to show
her the pleasures of a man, a lover, and make her a women. With
rivulets of blood at passions share, he took a women not of his class
and race and she doomed him and his own for centuries, for it was found
out through tongues a wagging, he was forced to flee into the night and
go to lands. Far and long away and know not the green hills of home
never more.
Mike Adams
2003
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P-Poets' Need
We know the feeling,
are we sexually enervated poets,
or are we just longing people,
do we need sex, or just love,
to be hugged, to be noticed,
appreciated, a smile or just
just a back rub.. A cuddle
a tease, or yes, wild mad
passionate sex with some
one hot, or two.
Mike
2005
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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
silhouette 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-Numb:
Feel what
nothing
for all is
dead, all
is gone
no feelings
nothing there
just numb.
Mike Adams
2006
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P-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
For
http://profiles.yahoo.com/seniorgirl_top
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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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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 Adams
2003
For Jill
Snowball 1127
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P-OF LOVE:
Of love I know only her dark side,
the waiting, the longing the desire
and despair, hoping to meet my love,
of whom I know her not, but I will know
her when, to see her is to know my lady love,
the gentle love and not of the pain of love I
have felt so often past.
Mike Adams
1999
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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
2003
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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 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
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Written for someone who wanted a poem:
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
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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-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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P-Ana
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 fall, 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 agian, until
you fall, fall into this darkness to light it up,
to give it hope, truth, knowledge, and more..
But untul then, I sleep..
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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
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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 wth 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 to gether and express their
mutual lust and love.
Mike
2003
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P-Beat Me
Beat me, strip me,
whip me, love me,
drive me wild,
but never drive
me broke..
Beat me, whip me,
hit me, fry me,
even sadists need love..
Mike
2006
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P-Beat Me 2nd
beat me, whip me,
tie me to the bed,
love me, leave me,
hit me, scare me,
leave me for dead..
Love me, leave me
spurn me hurt me
spurn me, tease me
leave me for dead
Mike
2005/2007?
(work long in progress, many versus)
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P-Beat Me More:
beat me,
whip me,
love me,
leave me
for dead,
never
forget me.
beat me,
whip me,
suck me
fuck me,
but love it
all the same..
hold me,
use me,
tease and
please me,
but never
say good bye
for now, is our time,
our place, our moment
in the sun or just
to show each other the
pleasures of the spirit
and flesh are as one,
combined and totally in
line, and harmonized extreme..
Mike Adams
Dec05
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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 some)
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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 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..
Mike
2003
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P-Bitter/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.. wakng 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-Bitter Love (What is Love)
Beat me, whip me, bite me,
love me, take me for a fool,
but never leave me,
for I will hunt you down
and feed on your bones and blood,
you bitch, you whore, abusive
of my love and affections,
drama is what you feed on,
not food and air.
To lay, or not to lay,
that is the question,
wether it is worth
the pain and agony
of enjoying her company,
or the blows of an
overly protective
boy friend..
Mike
2004
(not a good time in my love life, but it got better)
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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
(for someone in Fairbanks, who moved to Cali and was lost)
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P-Breasts:
I keep wanting to see your breasts..
naked to the view of my eyes,
though camera stand in front of me,
it is in my minds view,
to touch and tease them,
kiss and squeeeze them,
suck and pinch them,
slow and gentle, or
hard as wanted or not..
Mike
2004
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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-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-Bride (of Baudelaire)
no problem madame, 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..
Mike
2004
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P-Lady Chocolate (edited 2009)
Hello my dear rose
of delicious chocolate,
how can a knight serve you?
But to shove a sword
through my heart? Nay dear,
for to shove one would kiss
you and that would be tragedy
most heinous, 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 forever
more.
Yes, my dear you
are a hottie, and
got a body that never
ends my lust, but
I love you more
for the way you think
and your depth of soul.
Mike
2006
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P-Lady Love
Nite my sweet lady
of the nite, and
arctic snows,
how can I love ye,
in ways unknown,
and known, thru
paths unsown,
mountains to be
climbed, and
forest paths unwalked
until on a mountain
of love and delight,
minds and bodies
meet together for
eternity and a day,
joined as one,
eternal.
Mike Adams
05/26/04
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P-Lady of Light:
Her eyes do warm
the soul, to bring
light to this darkness,
to break the shackles
of depression and
anger, her eyes
to pierce the gloom,
and break the chains
that bind his soul
to to the darkness..
She walks in grace,
down the stairs of
his prison, to find him,
to cast away the darkness
and the shadows, all fall
before her love and beauty,
not dying but reborn in joy
and happiness.. She sees him,
alone in his cell, dirty
and disgusting in his filth
and degradation, but she has
but to touch him and it all
falls away like a dream once
had, but forgotten in the days
before birth..
He stands up, his shackles
fall away as he reaches to her
and holds her close. Two souls
joined as one, together forever,
and no gloom can harm them
in their love and desires,
for it is born of love shared
together, neither one above
the other, shared loves,
passions, desires, hopes
and dreams.. together
for an eternity and a day,
never apart even when not
together.. Bliss found
and never lost.. For even
past deaths door they go
together, forever and more..
Mike Adams
2005
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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-Left Right
Jesus to the right off me,
pothead to the left, here
I am drunk in the middle with you.
Mike Adams
2005
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P-Lost Sunshine
Here I sit, my head in my hands,
wondering how the day has gone away,
how I lost her, and never noticed til
now that she was gone, my sunshine,
my life my dreams is gone, and I know
not when she was gone, just that she is gone..
Oh to scream, would it do well to scream,
or just stand here bleeding of wounds
inflicted, self or others, need it not
matter? For I die slow and lonely, with
blood seeping out from wounds a plenty,
so should I scream, or just die..
Mike
2005
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P-Denied Love (Love Denied):
Time is fleeting, ever passing into the day ago.
Why do we hope for more than this I will never know.
Thou I do hope for more than this, for all I have is
hopes and a dream for more. than this mortal frame can
have, but in hope I find a purpose a direction, and
my dreams a reason to go on, day and day, hour and hour,
and on until one day my feet can move no more, falling
one in front of the other, and lay down and rest my
head on the gentle hills of home and dream of you my
lady love once more.
But until that time is here, I can not think of you for
the pain it brings to me, I can not think of your sweet
caress, the smell of your hair, and the feel of your body
next to mine, for the pain it brings, and to you as well.
I can not face you, face to face, eye to eye, for my heart
will flutter and fly into worlds of fantasy and illusion
beyond all reality and hope for peace, for all I want to
do is to behold you once again, but in this I have pledged
to never see you again, to talk to you, to know of what you
do, and why, so in my honor and my word I deny you totally,
no matter the pain and anguish, the loss and ending,
to try to extinguish the feelings you have enflamed in me,
but to no avail, so I deny you totally and blank you from my
totally from my mind . For denying you for now is the only answer I
know, and in this I write these words to work it out and
let others know of loss of love and to hope for a better
day when I can behold you in all your loveliness and see
the light in your eyes once again, and hope it is for me
you see, and for me you do shine with such a light that
the stars and sun are no match, but alas that day will
never come but in my mind and illusions. So this I pray
for all my days to just let it be, and forget you for now
and pray for another day.
Love Mike
May 1998
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P-Lovely Ladies Gifts:
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 hgardens 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,
carressing gentle and slow, as we drift off to sleep..
Mike Adams
09/06/04
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P-Love Me
love me, leave me,
want me, hunt me,
never let me go.
Find me, hunt me,
run or hug me close,
never let me go..
Mike
2003
Rewrote 12/07/03
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P-Lovers ?
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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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Copyrights Mike Adams 2007 and earlier
INDEX:
Pain Maximum
Poem of a Woman
Of Three
Paige
Nicole
Nite Sweet Lady
Pieces
Flight From Love
Poets Needs
Nadine
Numb
Olumide
On Ruby Wings
Of Jill
Of Lovers
Obsessive Love
Of Three
One Night of Love
Of Daggers and Pens
Mistress Mischief
Ana (same as Mistress Mischief?)
Angel
Angel of Heaven
Beat Me
Beat Me 2nd
Beat Me More
BebitaLinda
Bella
Bendlyn
Bitter/Bitter Girl
Bitter Love
Brandy
Breasts
Avinar El (My Djinn)
Caroline
Bride (Of Baudelaire)
Lady Chocolate
Lady Love
Lady of Light
Lady Olumide
Left Right
Lost Sunshine
Denied Love (Love Denied?)
Love Ladies Gifts
Love Me
Lovers ? need a poem or ..
Loves Pain
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http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Poetry-L/
All the world's a stage, And the men and women merely players: They have
their exits and their entrances And one man in his time plays many
parts. So wrote our friend Bill Shakespeare some 400 years ago in one of
his most profound observations on the human condition. Yet, we often
treat this life as if we really are the people we're playing. Imagine
how few troubles we might have if we remember it's only a role we are
playing. All we need do is play it as best we can and then gracefully
exit the stage. If the world is a stage, then where is my union wage,
retirement package and benefits?
So how you doing, just asking friends what poems they like, and
suggest for a future book of mine. Love poetry, but likely to
have more than one book and different types of love. Not
flirting. Just needing feed back, any of my poems that you
think would fit in a book of love poetry?
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P-Pain Maximum
Beat me
Nothing
Whip Me
Still Nothing
I know you are
doing it, but
I feel it naught
for all I am in pain
I nothing else
Pain maxed out.
Mike Adams
2006
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P-Poem of a Women
You are to much like a poem yourself, hair
just right, eyes that light like the moon,
nose that is for the delight of the senses,
lips full and loving, to be kissed slow and
sweet, savored like find wine and food just
right. chin, ah, just right..
How to compare you to a summers day, to behold you,
to walk under your light of your smile, to bathe in
the breeze of your sense, from far and close,
intimate and passionate..
Mike
2004
nanner_bubblez_n_monkeyz
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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 spirit 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
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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 quandary?
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
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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
2006
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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 Guinevere or lady
of the grail.
Mike Adams
2002
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P-Pieces:
Piece by piece
part by part
each memory a
part of a whole
a whole that is
falling apart
each time to think
of someone lost
A part gone
to the dark
a dark of alone
alone in the dark
all gone once known
now gone into the
dark of ...
just gone. Barely
remembered now, but
once a life loved.
But now just pieces
fragments of a whole
that was loved
known and missed
slowly going
going gone into
the darkness of
I am not sure
just gone.
Missed and cold
cold and apart
from the whole
of us, friends
lovers, or just
family but all
missed. some
longed for, loved
lusted after
or just smiles
lost to time
and memories
short and cloudy.
Things once intense
dull with time
but some nagging
on, obsessive
in intensity
unable to let
it go, even for
a dangerous price
of all else paling
into nothingness.
Pieces falling from
another life, until
all that is left
is the memories
the pain and
emptiness of life,
all sacrificed
to the pain of the
fallen and gone.
Forced out, cast
out, all others
fall aside the way
for nothing is
so bright as the
darkness of regret
and guilt un-let.
Un-let go, and known
for what it is?
Guilt for deeds
done or not done
people saved or
unsaved, or let go?
Or just wandered
away, into the grey
Where did they go?
Closure for some,
Wondering for others
But many just wandered
away and disappeared
and all is left is
fragmented memories
pieces falling apart
by the second until
what is left but
pieces of a broken
man, on the floor.
Alone in the dark
Wondering who they
was, and why I hurt
But what of them
where they go
what pains do they
have and left.
Mike
2008
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P-Flight from Love:
Ah the man crosses the stage. Exploring what is beyond.
he walks slowly, for he knows the doom that awaits.
A doom that will damn him and his kin to agony, long and hard.
An agony bought with pain and lust, of love and wants given.
But a price paid most dear. He crosses with a shuffle this man of doom,
as he walks to the ship, to know a new land and place, for in his home
he is no longer welcome. For forces have come to force him out,
starvation or flight is his options, he boards the ship, signs the
manifest and sheet of servitude indentured.
For years will go by until he breaths free, his own air not someone
else's. To know not a master, but his own life gained again with much
agony and pain. And his question still will be, was she worth it, that
buxom filly of women, Of a noble house, of a foreign land, of lips of
red rose, of breasts of milky white. Of thighs long and lean, of garden
shaved and dark, and lips both, moist and tongue longing for his kiss
and passions share, and lips wanting a man to make her women, to show
her the pleasures of a man, a lover, and make her a women. With
rivulets of blood at passions share, he took a women not of his class
and race and she doomed him and his own for centuries, for it was found
out through tongues a wagging, he was forced to flee into the night and
go to lands. Far and long away and know not the green hills of home
never more.
Mike Adams
2003
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P-Poets' Need
We know the feeling,
are we sexually enervated poets,
or are we just longing people,
do we need sex, or just love,
to be hugged, to be noticed,
appreciated, a smile or just
just a back rub.. A cuddle
a tease, or yes, wild mad
passionate sex with some
one hot, or two.
Mike
2005
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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
silhouette 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-Numb:
Feel what
nothing
for all is
dead, all
is gone
no feelings
nothing there
just numb.
Mike Adams
2006
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P-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
For
http://profiles.yahoo.com/seniorgirl_top
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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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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 Adams
2003
For Jill
Snowball 1127
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P-OF LOVE:
Of love I know only her dark side,
the waiting, the longing the desire
and despair, hoping to meet my love,
of whom I know her not, but I will know
her when, to see her is to know my lady love,
the gentle love and not of the pain of love I
have felt so often past.
Mike Adams
1999
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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
2003
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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 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
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Written for someone who wanted a poem:
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
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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-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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P-Ana
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 fall, 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 agian, until
you fall, fall into this darkness to light it up,
to give it hope, truth, knowledge, and more..
But untul then, I sleep..
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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
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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 wth 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 to gether and express their
mutual lust and love.
Mike
2003
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P-Beat Me
Beat me, strip me,
whip me, love me,
drive me wild,
but never drive
me broke..
Beat me, whip me,
hit me, fry me,
even sadists need love..
Mike
2006
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P-Beat Me 2nd
beat me, whip me,
tie me to the bed,
love me, leave me,
hit me, scare me,
leave me for dead..
Love me, leave me
spurn me hurt me
spurn me, tease me
leave me for dead
Mike
2005/2007?
(work long in progress, many versus)
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P-Beat Me More:
beat me,
whip me,
love me,
leave me
for dead,
never
forget me.
beat me,
whip me,
suck me
fuck me,
but love it
all the same..
hold me,
use me,
tease and
please me,
but never
say good bye
for now, is our time,
our place, our moment
in the sun or just
to show each other the
pleasures of the spirit
and flesh are as one,
combined and totally in
line, and harmonized extreme..
Mike Adams
Dec05
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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 some)
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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 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..
Mike
2003
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P-Bitter/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.. wakng 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-Bitter Love (What is Love)
Beat me, whip me, bite me,
love me, take me for a fool,
but never leave me,
for I will hunt you down
and feed on your bones and blood,
you bitch, you whore, abusive
of my love and affections,
drama is what you feed on,
not food and air.
To lay, or not to lay,
that is the question,
wether it is worth
the pain and agony
of enjoying her company,
or the blows of an
overly protective
boy friend..
Mike
2004
(not a good time in my love life, but it got better)
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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
(for someone in Fairbanks, who moved to Cali and was lost)
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P-Breasts:
I keep wanting to see your breasts..
naked to the view of my eyes,
though camera stand in front of me,
it is in my minds view,
to touch and tease them,
kiss and squeeeze them,
suck and pinch them,
slow and gentle, or
hard as wanted or not..
Mike
2004
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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-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-Bride (of Baudelaire)
no problem madame, 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..
Mike
2004
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P-Lady Chocolate (edited 2009)
Hello my dear rose
of delicious chocolate,
how can a knight serve you?
But to shove a sword
through my heart? Nay dear,
for to shove one would kiss
you and that would be tragedy
most heinous, 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 forever
more.
Yes, my dear you
are a hottie, and
got a body that never
ends my lust, but
I love you more
for the way you think
and your depth of soul.
Mike
2006
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P-Lady Love
Nite my sweet lady
of the nite, and
arctic snows,
how can I love ye,
in ways unknown,
and known, thru
paths unsown,
mountains to be
climbed, and
forest paths unwalked
until on a mountain
of love and delight,
minds and bodies
meet together for
eternity and a day,
joined as one,
eternal.
Mike Adams
05/26/04
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P-Lady of Light:
Her eyes do warm
the soul, to bring
light to this darkness,
to break the shackles
of depression and
anger, her eyes
to pierce the gloom,
and break the chains
that bind his soul
to to the darkness..
She walks in grace,
down the stairs of
his prison, to find him,
to cast away the darkness
and the shadows, all fall
before her love and beauty,
not dying but reborn in joy
and happiness.. She sees him,
alone in his cell, dirty
and disgusting in his filth
and degradation, but she has
but to touch him and it all
falls away like a dream once
had, but forgotten in the days
before birth..
He stands up, his shackles
fall away as he reaches to her
and holds her close. Two souls
joined as one, together forever,
and no gloom can harm them
in their love and desires,
for it is born of love shared
together, neither one above
the other, shared loves,
passions, desires, hopes
and dreams.. together
for an eternity and a day,
never apart even when not
together.. Bliss found
and never lost.. For even
past deaths door they go
together, forever and more..
Mike Adams
2005
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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-Left Right
Jesus to the right off me,
pothead to the left, here
I am drunk in the middle with you.
Mike Adams
2005
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P-Lost Sunshine
Here I sit, my head in my hands,
wondering how the day has gone away,
how I lost her, and never noticed til
now that she was gone, my sunshine,
my life my dreams is gone, and I know
not when she was gone, just that she is gone..
Oh to scream, would it do well to scream,
or just stand here bleeding of wounds
inflicted, self or others, need it not
matter? For I die slow and lonely, with
blood seeping out from wounds a plenty,
so should I scream, or just die..
Mike
2005
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P-Denied Love (Love Denied):
Time is fleeting, ever passing into the day ago.
Why do we hope for more than this I will never know.
Thou I do hope for more than this, for all I have is
hopes and a dream for more. than this mortal frame can
have, but in hope I find a purpose a direction, and
my dreams a reason to go on, day and day, hour and hour,
and on until one day my feet can move no more, falling
one in front of the other, and lay down and rest my
head on the gentle hills of home and dream of you my
lady love once more.
But until that time is here, I can not think of you for
the pain it brings to me, I can not think of your sweet
caress, the smell of your hair, and the feel of your body
next to mine, for the pain it brings, and to you as well.
I can not face you, face to face, eye to eye, for my heart
will flutter and fly into worlds of fantasy and illusion
beyond all reality and hope for peace, for all I want to
do is to behold you once again, but in this I have pledged
to never see you again, to talk to you, to know of what you
do, and why, so in my honor and my word I deny you totally,
no matter the pain and anguish, the loss and ending,
to try to extinguish the feelings you have enflamed in me,
but to no avail, so I deny you totally and blank you from my
totally from my mind . For denying you for now is the only answer I
know, and in this I write these words to work it out and
let others know of loss of love and to hope for a better
day when I can behold you in all your loveliness and see
the light in your eyes once again, and hope it is for me
you see, and for me you do shine with such a light that
the stars and sun are no match, but alas that day will
never come but in my mind and illusions. So this I pray
for all my days to just let it be, and forget you for now
and pray for another day.
Love Mike
May 1998
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P-Lovely Ladies Gifts:
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 hgardens 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,
carressing gentle and slow, as we drift off to sleep..
Mike Adams
09/06/04
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P-Love Me
love me, leave me,
want me, hunt me,
never let me go.
Find me, hunt me,
run or hug me close,
never let me go..
Mike
2003
Rewrote 12/07/03
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P-Lovers ?
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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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