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Mike Adams
Valentines Day
Some maybe a bit erotic or just romantic.
INDEX
Flight From Love
Illusions of Love
Lady Love
Lady of Light
Long Distance Love
Love Lust
Love Pain
Of Lovers
One Night of Love
My Secret Love
True Love
Tweekers Love and Humor
What is Love?
Windy Love
Far Away
Hot Chocolate
Lady Chocolate
Of Youth
Eyes
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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 shared,
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 shared,
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 ever more.
Mike Adams
2003
(2014)
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P-Illusions of Love (Dedicated to lost love):
Time is fleeting,
ever passing
into the day ago.
Why do we hope
for more than this
I will never know.
Though I do hope
for more than this,
for all I have is hope
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 the 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 illussion
beyond all reality
and hope for peace,
and 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 and blank you
from my mind totally.
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 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 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.
Mike Adams
April 24 1998
For Kim, hell was not having her, but knowing I hurt her was hell as well.
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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
2003
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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 binds his soul
to the darkness..
She walks in grace,
down the stairs of his prison,
to find him, to cast away
the darkness and the shadows,
for 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 degredation, but she has but
to touch him and it all falls away
like a dream you once had,
but forgotten in the days before birth..
He stands up, his shackles
fall away as he reachs 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-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, two bodies,
two souls apart
but connected
by wires and glass,
distances far
but love shared.
Mike
2005
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P-Love Lust (Unfinished?)
Front as in how lovely you are in total,
the whole you.. A face is just a face, but
it is just one part of a whole being, the site
of a face leads to the front and down, and
then around, then to touches and tastes and
smells of delight.. Not only of neck, but
hair, of lips, of common things, and often
sounds of passions shared, and times spent
sleeping together in a bed together and
seeing the mundane things of life.. Like
a snore, a breath and more.. but yes, also
the mature things. but ..
Mike Adams
11/27/03
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P-Loves Pain 2014
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-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-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-Secret Love 2014
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
200?
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P-True Love
What can be said of it,
true or illusion
life long dream or
just pain looking.
the sun lightens
me up or darkens
me like stygian night
so what is true love
pain or joy
death or life
all I know is
when I find it
I will know.
Mike Adams
2000
(let me know what ya think, first in a year)
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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
and 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 devine, 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 passioned 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-What is Love 2011
What is love,
pain and agony,
loss and depression,
desire and lust.
Or joy, and freedom,
friends and acceptance,
massage and touch,
squeezes and teases
A thought, a touch,
a squeeze, a tease,
a look, an emotion.
Or just Love
Mike
2005/2011
(working on more?)
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P-Windy Love:
A front as in how lovely
you are in total,
the whole you..
A face is just a face,
but it is just one part
of a whole being,
the site of a face
leads to the front
and down, and then
around, then to touches
and tastes and smells
of delight..
Not only of neck,
but hair, of lips,
of common things,
and often sounds
of passions shared,
and times spent
sleeping together
in a bed together
and seeing
the mundane things
of life..
Like a snore,
a breath and more..
Mike
200?
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P-Far Away: (old?)
Oh far away is home from this land
of sunshine and jungles thick.
I dream of it on nights I can, of
home and the times we spent.
Oh how young we were once,
and the things we did
in springtime air,
to see you once again,
to rest my
head once more in your lap,
to smell your hair once again,
to know your caress once again,
but instead all
I know is duty and honor and country,
but for what?
Who can know me like you do,
oh dear lady love.
My friends here know me well,
for I have saved them,
and they have saved me many times..
But not as you do.
Thru thick and thin
I do travel with them
and we know our calls,
to hear the copters sweet song
while bullets buzz by,
to know the call for them is close,
and danger is so real,
death is our companion,
our lover and our friend.
To know her is to love her,
but in that love is the quandry,
for she demands a heavy toll,
of life and sometimes love.
So I sit here in this place
so far from you, and dream of you
one last time, as my other lady
creeps onto me, dulling my sight,
and mind, until all I feel is a strange
cold in such a hot and damp place,
so far from you my love,
I hear her call, of deaths sweet embrace.
I feel her loving caress,
so sweet but final, like a spring days ending.
Oh, to feel your hair, and knows its
scent one last time, but that is not
to be, for in my end,
I have one thought of you,
and the friends that I save this day,
for I know I shall not see you again
my lady love,
other than in the words
of my friends of this day,
this final day,
for I know them well,
for they shall tell you of my last day,
and last words were of you my lady dear,
so far and so close to me,
I reach for you,
but can not raise my hands
for they are gone away,
my feet can not move,
my heart is slowing, and my brain is numb.
I gasp from lungs gone for you
my lady love and know your memories
will lead me to a better place.
Of this I know, I loved you then, and love you now
and for an eternity I shall love you still.
I thank you for the times and love, I have had from you,
and the love I give to you, please do not cry,
for it makes your mascari run, and you look
so sad and then so funny, like a poor clown,
it makes me grin too and happy to have seen you
in my minds eye once again..
I shall see you again my dear, on judgment day,
for nothing can keep me from your side on that day.
My last words to you from your soldier far away.
Mike Adams
May 1998
Written for several.
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P-Hot Chocolate:
Hot milky chocolate,
expanding my mind,
and senses, hearing,
sight and touch
are rendered 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
2011
(For Rachel Jones)
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P-Lady Chocolate:
hello my dear rose
of delicious chocolate,
how can this knight serve you?
But to shove a sword through my heart
ney dear, for to shove one
I would kiss you and that
would be tragedy 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
2009?
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P-Of Youth (July 1998)
Of youth, it is such a time
a time of love, of life
of exploring and such passions
strong and new, each to be explored
and often shared.
First love, first kiss, first time
alone with one you love and
desire strongly..
To fly like eagles high, and
never come down is the feel
of youth, it comes but once
and is often search for once
lost, for time creeps up and
takes it away so quickly
for time is a killer of us
all, so enjoy the youth and
explore the passions while
the time is now and love is
in the air. To carress you
and love you deeply, to share
secret thoughts and hidden
passions quite rare, to know
you deeply, to touch you in
ways only a lover can is
paradise in all its forms.
Mike Adams
1998?
Dedicated to Amy
I hope you like it, I did it online for you..
Dedicated to Amy Huelsmeyer
amy...@hotmail.com
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P-Eyes 2016:
love your eyes, how they flash.
your lips as they think with fingers,
your chin as it speaks of many things,
your hair as it dangles there....
your smile, that lights my heart,
speaking of many things unsaid
and desires to be explored..
how your eyes speak of desires we share,
your shoulders bared to my eyes,
and my hands have but to draw
the top down and explore for not..
your impish beauty, inspired me to many things,
of lust, of love, of desires I have many,
to hold, caress and tease,
but mostly to share, to be with,
to know and share love and affection..
soft and slow, fast and passionate,
all may come one day..
two beings together as one,
lovers, friends, family.
Joined in ways only two souls can be..
you got the most funniest eyes..
I could become addicted to them..
your eyes are like twin torches of fun and joy..
they show your naked funny soul..
and it is a delight..
Mike Adams
2005
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Mike Adams 2020
Valentines Day
Some maybe a bit erotic or just romantic.
INDEX
Flight From Love
Illusions of Love
Lady Love
Lady of Light
Long Distance Love
Love Lust
Love Pain
Of Lovers
One Night of Love
My Secret Love
True Love
Tweekers Love and Humor
What is Love?
Windy Love
Far Away
Hot Chocolate
Lady Chocolate
Of Youth
Eyes
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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 shared,
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 shared,
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 ever more.
Mike Adams
2003
(2014)
------
P-Illusions of Love (Dedicated to lost love):
Time is fleeting,
ever passing
into the day ago.
Why do we hope
for more than this
I will never know.
Though I do hope
for more than this,
for all I have is hope
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 the 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 illussion
beyond all reality
and hope for peace,
and 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 and blank you
from my mind totally.
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 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 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.
Mike Adams
April 24 1998
For Kim, hell was not having her, but knowing I hurt her was hell as well.
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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
2003
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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 binds his soul
to the darkness..
She walks in grace,
down the stairs of his prison,
to find him, to cast away
the darkness and the shadows,
for 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 degredation, but she has but
to touch him and it all falls away
like a dream you once had,
but forgotten in the days before birth..
He stands up, his shackles
fall away as he reachs 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-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, two bodies,
two souls apart
but connected
by wires and glass,
distances far
but love shared.
Mike
2005
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P-Love Lust (Unfinished?)
Front as in how lovely you are in total,
the whole you.. A face is just a face, but
it is just one part of a whole being, the site
of a face leads to the front and down, and
then around, then to touches and tastes and
smells of delight.. Not only of neck, but
hair, of lips, of common things, and often
sounds of passions shared, and times spent
sleeping together in a bed together and
seeing the mundane things of life.. Like
a snore, a breath and more.. but yes, also
the mature things. but ..
Mike Adams
11/27/03
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P-Loves Pain 2014
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-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-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-Secret Love 2014
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
200?
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P-True Love
What can be said of it,
true or illusion
life long dream or
just pain looking.
the sun lightens
me up or darkens
me like stygian night
so what is true love
pain or joy
death or life
all I know is
when I find it
I will know.
Mike Adams
2000
(let me know what ya think, first in a year)
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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
and 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 devine, 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 passioned 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-What is Love 2011
What is love,
pain and agony,
loss and depression,
desire and lust.
Or joy, and freedom,
friends and acceptance,
massage and touch,
squeezes and teases
A thought, a touch,
a squeeze, a tease,
a look, an emotion.
Or just Love
Mike
2005/2011
(working on more?)
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P-Windy Love:
A front as in how lovely
you are in total,
the whole you..
A face is just a face,
but it is just one part
of a whole being,
the site of a face
leads to the front
and down, and then
around, then to touches
and tastes and smells
of delight..
Not only of neck,
but hair, of lips,
of common things,
and often sounds
of passions shared,
and times spent
sleeping together
in a bed together
and seeing
the mundane things
of life..
Like a snore,
a breath and more..
Mike
200?
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P-Far Away: (old?)
Oh far away is home from this land
of sunshine and jungles thick.
I dream of it on nights I can, of
home and the times we spent.
Oh how young we were once,
and the things we did
in springtime air,
to see you once again,
to rest my
head once more in your lap,
to smell your hair once again,
to know your caress once again,
but instead all
I know is duty and honor and country,
but for what?
Who can know me like you do,
oh dear lady love.
My friends here know me well,
for I have saved them,
and they have saved me many times..
But not as you do.
Thru thick and thin
I do travel with them
and we know our calls,
to hear the copters sweet song
while bullets buzz by,
to know the call for them is close,
and danger is so real,
death is our companion,
our lover and our friend.
To know her is to love her,
but in that love is the quandry,
for she demands a heavy toll,
of life and sometimes love.
So I sit here in this place
so far from you, and dream of you
one last time, as my other lady
creeps onto me, dulling my sight,
and mind, until all I feel is a strange
cold in such a hot and damp place,
so far from you my love,
I hear her call, of deaths sweet embrace.
I feel her loving caress,
so sweet but final, like a spring days ending.
Oh, to feel your hair, and knows its
scent one last time, but that is not
to be, for in my end,
I have one thought of you,
and the friends that I save this day,
for I know I shall not see you again
my lady love,
other than in the words
of my friends of this day,
this final day,
for I know them well,
for they shall tell you of my last day,
and last words were of you my lady dear,
so far and so close to me,
I reach for you,
but can not raise my hands
for they are gone away,
my feet can not move,
my heart is slowing, and my brain is numb.
I gasp from lungs gone for you
my lady love and know your memories
will lead me to a better place.
Of this I know, I loved you then, and love you now
and for an eternity I shall love you still.
I thank you for the times and love, I have had from you,
and the love I give to you, please do not cry,
for it makes your mascari run, and you look
so sad and then so funny, like a poor clown,
it makes me grin too and happy to have seen you
in my minds eye once again..
I shall see you again my dear, on judgment day,
for nothing can keep me from your side on that day.
My last words to you from your soldier far away.
Mike Adams
May 1998
Written for several.
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P-Hot Chocolate:
Hot milky chocolate,
expanding my mind,
and senses, hearing,
sight and touch
are rendered 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
2011
(For Rachel Jones)
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P-Lady Chocolate:
hello my dear rose
of delicious chocolate,
how can this knight serve you?
But to shove a sword through my heart
ney dear, for to shove one
I would kiss you and that
would be tragedy 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
2009?
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P-Of Youth (July 1998)
Of youth, it is such a time
a time of love, of life
of exploring and such passions
strong and new, each to be explored
and often shared.
First love, first kiss, first time
alone with one you love and
desire strongly..
To fly like eagles high, and
never come down is the feel
of youth, it comes but once
and is often search for once
lost, for time creeps up and
takes it away so quickly
for time is a killer of us
all, so enjoy the youth and
explore the passions while
the time is now and love is
in the air. To carress you
and love you deeply, to share
secret thoughts and hidden
passions quite rare, to know
you deeply, to touch you in
ways only a lover can is
paradise in all its forms.
Mike Adams
1998?
Dedicated to Amy
I hope you like it, I did it online for you..
Dedicated to Amy Huelsmeyer
amy...@hotmail.com
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P-Eyes 2016:
love your eyes, how they flash.
your lips as they think with fingers,
your chin as it speaks of many things,
your hair as it dangles there....
your smile, that lights my heart,
speaking of many things unsaid
and desires to be explored..
how your eyes speak of desires we share,
your shoulders bared to my eyes,
and my hands have but to draw
the top down and explore for not..
your impish beauty, inspired me to many things,
of lust, of love, of desires I have many,
to hold, caress and tease,
but mostly to share, to be with,
to know and share love and affection..
soft and slow, fast and passionate,
all may come one day..
two beings together as one,
lovers, friends, family.
Joined in ways only two souls can be..
you got the most funniest eyes..
I could become addicted to them..
your eyes are like twin torches of fun and joy..
they show your naked funny soul..
and it is a delight..
Mike Adams
2005
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