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now that no one see's me...it would be a perfect time to vanish..............

her eyes.......

Discovering...I pull myself into her eyes
Beyond my reflection I bathe in a tempest of thought
Like a modern day Columbus I set sail in epic journey
On the seas of her mind I am tossed like a cork

I seek the answer to a thousand questions
Past present and future are one as I strain to breathe
The world seems to stop as she is my anchor
To let go would be to fall from the edge of life

Devoured by the dragons within my mind
The darkness turns to morning light
Questions remain as does my reflection in her eyes
It was there...in her eyes...that I found myself

city sleeps

Noisy crowded buses run
Taxi cabs they scurry
Pavement crowded...must keep moving
The faceless people hurry

Living city fed by trains
The statues ever watchful
River blue unwinding onward
Don't stop to look...be careful

Strangers pass by on the bridges
Ships and boats pass under
Museums guard secrets of the past
The tourists stop to wonder

Modern city with an eye
Countless areas to roam
Place of commerce...place of money
For some it's just a home

City's poor too...yes the homeless
In their cardboard city
Pretty parks and tinkling fountains
And sordid crime too...pity

Bustling city by the day
Don't come to be a stranger
Restless city by the night
Still boats upon the water

City breathes through all the night
Women ply their trade
Bars and clubs and bouncers might
Another living made

All the children playing round
Sweet joy upon their faces
City life...it's not so hard
It's not the worst of places

We all go home...sleep in our beds
Beggars find a doorway
As night drops down the city dreams
It sighs and lives on always

Living city with its history
The people fill its veins
Without the people working...living
Laughing...what remains

...........

When happiness is just a dream
In memory's distant past
And marriage just a fantasy
Which never seems to last

When laughter is unheard of
And frowns replace a smile
When people live in silence
And friends go out of style

When love is an unknown word
And hate the thriving passion
When peace is far behind us
And war the latest fashion

When all these things come to pass
And every word's a hidden knife
Then people are merely shadows
Just living an empty life

mystic path

A mystic path winds through my mind
Of misty gold, its trees sublime........
Where heaven's winds caress the fields,
A Summer dreamscape so surreal....
And it spurs me to venture on
To emerald depths of Avalon....
Where music dances on the breeze
And magic swirls amidst the trees....
More blissful realms, I'll never find
These dreamy pathways of the my mind....

...........l...i...n....g...e....r..............

In an attempt to erase
aching recollections
failed, for you still
...linger

That arousing aroma
with it's devilish hooks....
Now remains as a stench
dug deep within my skin
spewing rancid memories....

Teasing of has been's
and forget me not's,
all you do is
...linger

Those enticing eyes
once girdled a fairytale
with no ending in scene....
Now stitched in torment
carved by a lover's allure....
Reminiscence of yesterday

...yet you linger.....

Perhaps your presence
shadows my every move
for I wish to cling to faith
a moment longer, in hopes
it does not betray my trust.....

I catch sight of those eyes
in the distance
as they lock
with mine......

And your haunting scent
invades my essence
for I am not ready,
to release

Linger...
and we'll intertwine
in my dreams.

liquid fire...........

From where I lie, nestled between your tender thighs,
I c stretching out before me
the spectacular landscape of your beautiful body....
My nose is surrounded by the trimmed bush
that sprouts upon a bony ridge....
Unseen, my tongue has found the fountain of your womanhood
and your earthy taste is sweet within my mouth....
My eyes travel across the flat plain of your soft stomach,
lingering at that shallow crater
where a small black ring decorates the rim most distant from me....
It is a rolling meadow to the lush foothills of your breasts....
Small firm mountains, a matched set,
twin peaks each topped with its own perky nipple
sitting alert as though calling out for attention....
Beyond the mountains your chest and neck
display the warm reddish flush that signals your arousal,
like flowers announcing the coming of spring....
My eyes travel over your chin, finding full lips
that reveal nothing of your intense inner pleasure,
save a small upturning of each corner....
Your eyes r tightly closed as u look deep within....
dark hair provides a wispy frame for your lovely face
as u r swept up in the avalanche of your arousal....
Your face reveals no recognition of my presence,
for u r swallowed up in the ecstacy of your sexual pleasures....
As I now concentrate on my pleasure in giving to u,
I close my eyes, for I have captured the landscape of your body....
Your indelible image is imprinted on my mind
and in fantasy, I will swallow u up....
My mouth will consume u, taking u in
and u becoming a part of me and I of u
until the plains heave up, the mountains shake,
and the bodyscape before me erupts with the fury
buried within the deepest strata of your passionate soul....