Free Thoughts~on One word...

[My Erotic Trail]

I live in the shadows.


your impression still stains
the sheets of my mind. only
to unwind and undergo a mutation
transferring an iron-on sticky
to my heart. tattooed
to that one spot deep
in my subconscious, where scant
memories still live.

~~~~~~

Sometimes a word, thought bring certain times, feels to mind.

Will have to come back and work on this one me thinks.
The imagery of shadows is what I am zeroed in on.

Go with it if ya feel the need ~

what is a closet
but to store things
like a mind
and memories
kept immaculate
or cluttered
either or the other.
It is what temple
your closet is in <grin

 

[RhymeFairy]

I said I live in the shadows

I really live in ...

A time when the two of us
were one. When all seemed
fair in love and war. I know not
what time
will bring. I do know I shall love you
till the end of my days. When bone
falls from skin, a decrepit smile shall remain
for I loved

really loved. A man who was a real man, not
a cardboard cutout of what one thought life
deemed reality.

I loved shallyou, till the ends of earth
the beginning of time, over
and over again.

You sunk deep
skin deep
soul shattering.

Tears held back for what we had
have could have lasted, could
have been a truly life changing thing.

What we had is and shall remain to be
love, love my love.
What people dream of, throw away
a life for, sink or swim baby.

Love

A truly blessed existence, to love
and be loved
by you. Thank you for this and so much
more ....

 

[My Erotic Trail]

I said I live in the shadows

I really live in ...

A time when the two of us
were one. When all seemed
fair in love and war. I know not
what time
will bring. I do know I shall love you
till the end of my days. When bone
falls from skin, a decrepit smile shall remain
for I loved

really loved. A man who was a real man, not
a cardboard cutout of what one thought life
deemed reality.

I loved shallyou, till the ends of earth
the beginning of time, over
and over again.

You sunk deep
skin deep
soul shattering.

Tears held back for what we had
have could have lasted, could
have been a truly life changing thing.

What we had is and shall remain to be
love, love my love.
What people dream of, throw away
a life for, sink or swim baby.

Love

A truly blessed existence, to love
and be loved
by you. Thank you for this and so much
more ....

I suppose
I live in my mind
that may explain
why I get lost
sometimes

 

[Many Feathers]

Well,

I said I live in the shadows

I really live in ...

A time when the two of us
were one. When all seemed
fair in love and war. I know not
what time
will bring. I do know I shall love you
till the end of my days. When bone
falls from skin, a decrepit smile shall remain
for I loved

really loved. A man who was a real man, not
a cardboard cutout of what one thought life
deemed reality.

I loved shallyou, till the ends of earth
the beginning of time, over
and over again.

You sunk deep
skin deep
soul shattering.

Tears held back for what we had
have could have lasted, could
have been a truly life changing thing.

What we had is and shall remain to be
love, love my love.
What people dream of, throw away
a life for, sink or swim baby.

Love

A truly blessed existence, to love
and be loved
by you. Thank you for this and so much
more ....

It's been a while, and am still dealing with some personal issues, but I am SO glad I got on to read this one honey. I agree with you on this one (though don't I usually?) People do dream of love, and then watch as its thrown away. What I have learned is the sadness for those who throw it away, not knowing how precious, how sincere, how truly beautiful it is. And for those who give that love to watch it tossed out like a three day old thank you card, it hurts....hurts like hell until you think its going to consume you, tear you up limb from limb and then mind-fuck you all over again. But...with luck, with the grace of he who is greater than I, sometimes that sacrifice, that willingness to let go...wait for something far better to come along, it does. And when it does...that love we had, is given back to us. We are bathed in it, healed by it, consumed in a grace and a warmth that is beyond our ability to comprehend. So love my dear sweet friend, allow yourself to endure the pain and hardship of loving, of having that love stomped on, torn a part and destroyed. Because in the end, you will find...there is a love that awaits you greater, stronger and more precious than anything you could have ever thought possible.

Love is the greatest healer...

And know that I love you for sharing your most private self. There is healing in that as well.

 

[RhymeFairy]

It's been a while, and am still dealing with some personal issues, but I am SO glad I got on to read this one honey. I agree with you on this one (though don't I usually?) People do dream of love, and then watch as its thrown away. What I have learned is the sadness for those who throw it away, not knowing how precious, how sincere, how truly beautiful it is. And for those who give that love to watch it tossed out like a three day old thank you card, it hurts....hurts like hell until you think its going to consume you, tear you up limb from limb and then mind-fuck you all over again. But...with luck, with the grace of he who is greater than I, sometimes that sacrifice, that willingness to let go...wait for something far better to come along, it does. And when it does...that love we had, is given back to us. We are bathed in it, healed by it, consumed in a grace and a warmth that is beyond our ability to comprehend. So love my dear sweet friend, allow yourself to endure the pain and hardship of loving, of having that love stomped on, torn a part and destroyed. Because in the end, you will find...there is a love that awaits you greater, stronger and more precious than anything you could have ever thought possible.

Love is the greatest healer...

And know that I love you for sharing your most private self. There is healing in that as well.

Missed you my friend, more than I can say.
Thank you for the great big hug here in your kind words ~

 

[RhymeFairy]

I know not
a hundred words.

I do know the feeling
of loss. The bone to skin tearing
of pain, from being without.
Show me someone
anyone who has always gotten
what they deserved.

Show me a man
without the knowledge
of a mothers love.
I shall show you pain
and hurt, heartfelt
... bone deep
humiliation of lost love.

A child who knows not
how to reach out
to take the chance of another loving
caring for them, without the hit
slap of old memories dredging up
and choking them.

A woman who tries
without ever knowing
if the fruition of her labor
will ever come to pass, to love
safe and sound.

Always a patch to cover
old bruises left open
to the newness of another pain.
A quality never known to be
... to just be .

 

[RhymeFairy]

Honey dew drops bubbled and dripped
soaking skin, tan limbs and a sultry smile
made ... just for you.

I slid down deep into the bubbles
thinking what a pleasure it would be
to see you pop up between my sudsy
thighs, blowing your bubbles the way
you always promised.

Yes, my love I do remember a time
a moment when all was clear and you did
just this. Laughter filled the air and a sudden
hot tension popped up between us.

Your curls stick out most
in my mind. A loving smile appears
and so does a persistent never ending
desire I have and shall always have
... for you.

Razor to legs, slide to and fro
sharing the space for a moment in time
with you. Remembering your scandalous
tongue
trailing these same ridges, mountains
and hills.

Shaving cream covers
hides your favorite spot
ready for the razors edge, ready
for that silken slide you do so well.

Knowing your likeness for cream
I cover two crescent breast
tweaking nipples, finger slides
nubbing them just right
for the tasting
for the tempting of the man
out of the mountains and onto

the trail of this starving body. The
mapping of this woman who was lost
without a trace. Come show me
the hunger I once knew
grew
between us two ...

 

[My Erotic Trail]

Honey dew drops bubbled and dripped
soaking skin, tan limbs and a sultry smile
made ... just for you.

I slid down deep into the bubbles
thinking what a pleasure it would be
to see you pop up between my sudsy
thighs, blowing your bubbles the way
you always promised.

Yes, my love I do remember a time
a moment when all was clear and you did
just this. Laughter filled the air and a sudden
hot tension popped up between us.

Your curls stick out most
in my mind. A loving smile appears
and so does a persistent never ending
desire I have and shall always have
... for you.

Razor to legs, slide to and fro
sharing the space for a moment in time
with you. Remembering your scandalous
tongue
trailing these same ridges, mountains
and hills.

Shaving cream covers
hides your favorite spot
ready for the razors edge, ready
for that silken slide you do so well.

Knowing your likeness for cream
I cover two crescent breast
tweaking nipples, finger slides
nubbing them just right
for the tasting
for the tempting of the man
out of the mountains and onto

the trail of this starving body. The
mapping of this woman who was lost
without a trace. Come show me
the hunger I once knew
grew
between us two ...

RF, your poetry has progressed and this is gripping as well as very good, as far as making this reader feel your emotions, a nice write. (~_~)

 

[RhymeFairy]

RF, your poetry has progressed and this is gripping as well as very good, as far as making this reader feel your emotions, a nice write. (~_~)

Thank You Art

As you know ... again I have writers block. Sometimes one or two slide through, other times its just fluff in the wind.



I appreciate the support and encouragement.
As for my muse ... please Fed Ex him overnight.
No sex changes this time plez

 

[My Erotic Trail]

Thank You Art

As you know ... again I have writers block. Sometimes one or two slide through, other times its just fluff in the wind.



I appreciate the support and encouragement.
As for my muse ... please Fed Ex him overnight.
No sex changes this time plez

your muse.... him?....sex change...."Oh My!"
I am laughing so hard I couldn't type <bigrin your cute (~_*)
thanks for the 'chucklebone'

 

[RhymeFairy]

your muse.... him?....sex change...."Oh My!"
I am laughing so hard I couldn't type <bigrin your cute (~_*)
thanks for the 'chucklebone'

words won't come. they stand
ten paces. ten
nine
eight

gun slinging slurs, bullets
for metaphors
mimic me with rolling
tongues and booty
shakes. Nah nahna
nah-nah.
rattling my cage
beyond endurance.

 

[My Erotic Trail]

words won't come. they stand
ten paces. ten
nine
eight

gun slinging slurs, bullets
for metaphors
mimic me with rolling
tongues and booty
shakes. Nah nahna
nah-nah.
rattling my cage
beyond endurance.

oh... the 'cage rattlers' <grin'

 

[RhymeFairy]

and the word for todays is ...

..
illicit


Syllables: il-lic-it

Part of Speech adjective

Pronunciation ih lI siht

Definition 1. not permitted by custom or law; illegitimate.

Example illicit stock market dealings.

Synonyms unlawful, proscribed, banned, illegal, forbidden,
outlawed, illegitimate
Crossref. Syn. criminal

Similar Words under-the-counter, unconstitutional, black market,
under-the-table, wildcat, prohibited

Related Words: wrong

Derived Forms illicitly, adv. ; illicitness, n.


Happy Writting ~~~

 

[RhymeFairy]

I like the sensual images of the dark
world. Give me a whip, some candle
wax, feathers, and flogs.

Start at the bottom, work
your way up. Nice and slow.
Be it massage or small patty
cake spankings I shall puddle
at your feet, begging for more.

Bring on the toys, we shall play
for hours. Taking illicit thoughts
into a whole new dimension ...


Needs a lotta work, really a free thought I have to go to work, will be thinking along these lines today for inspiration on a poem. Hate it when I have a thought anf just cannot seem to pan it out right ... grrr ~

Hope yours is better and you have a lot less trouble teething it out ....

 

[My Erotic Trail]

I like the sensual images of the dark
world. Give me a whip, some candle
wax, feathers, and flogs.

Start at the bottom, work
your way up. Nice and slow.
Be it massage or small patty
cake spankings I shall puddle
at your feet, begging for more.

Bring on the toys, we shall play
for hours. Taking illicit thoughts
into a whole new dimension ...


Needs a lotta work, really a free thought I have to go to work, will be thinking along these lines today for inspiration on a poem. Hate it when I have a thought anf just cannot seem to pan it out right ... grrr ~

Hope yours is better and you have a lot less trouble teething it out ....

I like that part in the Movie, 'Dead Poets Society' where the teacher, (Robin Williams) tells the class to stand on their desks, to get a different perspective of their world. I am not saying to crawl on your desk and strip and dance <grin or am I? But, sometimes a good poem comes from looking t the world in a different way.

My first impression of the word 'illicit' made me think this would be hard, then I thought about it and will try from standing on my desk. <bigrin


She was ankle deep in high heels
smacking gum like a car back-fires
all eyes were on her silken nylon legs
not that her hair was matted
and slightly streaked with red
or wearing more make-up
than a cosmectic department
but the slit in the side of her dress
and her clevage longer than a highway
sinking in between two valleys
or that she was being detained
in the Polk county jail
for illicit behavior
behind the alley dumpster

 

[RhymeFairy]

illicit behavior
bounced and played
like a deck of cards
one falls, let'me see
your hand.

he proposed a question
be it yea or nea
no worries he replied
still friends, in the end.

shocked green eyes
narrowed into slits.
what does he think
I am? a slut, a call girl
a friend to do his bidding.

are you that kinda girl
or just
the sweet one next door
would you
could you
be my fuck buddy?

 

[My Erotic Trail]

illicit behavior
bounced and played
like a deck of cards
one falls, let'me see
your hand.

he proposed a question
be it yea or nea
no worries he replied
still friends, in the end.

shocked green eyes
narrowed into slits.
what does he think
I am? a slut, a call girl
a friend to do his bidding.

are you that kinda girl
or just
the sweet one next door
would you
could you
be my fuck buddy?

holly smokes, call the firemen
this is a sirens song...

illicit behavior... why don't they just say..."he was getting a blow job" <laughing> or he put it in her ...illicit <grin

thanks for the reads RF (~_*)

 

[RhymeFairy]

New word ....

..

alibi

Syllables: a-li-bi

Parts of speech: intransitive verb , noun , transitive verb

Part of Speech intransitive verb

Inflected Forms alibied, alibiing, alibis

Definition 1. (informal) to give an excuse.
Example He alibied his way out of trouble.
Crossref. Syn. cover


Part of Speech noun

Pronunciation ae lE bai

Inflected Forms alibis

Definition 1. the legal defense of establishing one's location away from
the scene of a crime during its commission. Synonyms defense
Similar Words plea

Definition 2. (informal) an excuse.
Synonyms defense , excuse , plea , justification , apologia
Similar Words vindication , explanation , subterfuge , pretext ,
cover-up

Related Words cover , excuse


Part of Speech transitive verb

Definition 1. to provide an excuse in someone's defense.
Example She alibied her brother to protect him.
Synonyms justify , corroborate , excuse , defend
Similar Words support , uphold


~~~ as a side note.
I tend to also look at the similar words. Maybe bounce one of them instead.

Happy Writing ~

 

[RhymeFairy]

two halves ... broght over from dark poetry thread ~

..

I know the answers. The ones
you seek. Yet telling you and showing you
are things I cannot yet do.

I have a hole, deep inside. All things
bothersome are buried there. I am not
whole you see. I am a figment of your
imagination.

What you thought we once shared
was another, she is carefree
sweet and sexy. The me who stands
before you is tangled, knotted inside.

She loves you beyond endurance.
The thought of being with you
is a dream she has often.

A lil house, the kids playing
out back, working all day
just to be with you at night
all night. Hazing, fast images
of scarves and toys
bringing your every fantasy to be.

Coffee on the porch, rocking chair
cracking from two lovers weight, not
willing to wait. For tenderness and love
spring forth spreading like wildflowers
blooming upon every sunrise and settling
down to a perfect sunset.

This me, now looks back. Seeing
an abused, broken past. Sheltering
children and self from the blackness
that still dwells deep. Moving
all the time, too much.

You know of what I speak of. The darkness
is still there. I am afraid it shall spread
spare not a thought for no one or nothing.

Fear is an awesome thing. Holds one back
tracks down that one thought and spears
hard and fast. Breaking a horse
that has already been broken
time and time again.

I am broken. A fairy without glitter
angel dust or dreams. Just a memory
an illusion of what once was ...

 

[RhymeFairy]

another to transpot here
from the poetry and dreams thread ~


baptize me in your spoken
words. syllable by syllable
each utterance shall urge me
on over the edge. commit me
to memory, with the mapping
of soft hands sculpturing
my body, heart and mind.
make me believe forever
really is forever.

 

[RhymeFairy]

He searches my mind, trying
to dive deep
submerge
himself into the hidden
carverns he once dwelt in
so long ago.

I speak often of those other guys
the ones who try and talk smack.
Try to tag this girl into the trees
playing hide-n-go seek. There
are other ones who write their
desires all out, printed for me
to see, smell, even touch.

Stroking a move I shall not
follow, only stolen glimpses
keep me going. Those late night
whispers that echo out
from deep within my essence.

 

[RhymeFairy]

revised ... working on it ..k'

I shall build a cage
for you. A house for when
naughty boys are too good
to be with.

I want you to howl
for mercy, scream
for release. A release
only given when I deem
it's appropriate.

Closed door locks.
Find the key my pet.
Bars to bank you in,
close enough for you to
lavishly lick
my toes. Finger slap
my ass until red welts
merrily mark your reward.

Out comes the one eyed
beast. The tiger I shall tame.
Spanked ass baby,
for a baby you shall remain,
until twin lips suckle
and milk my beady breast.

Clothed in nakedness
to show your wares.
An auction of fortune
to this mistress
of pain. One by one
I shall sell, till all
is accounted for.

Then cell by cell you
shall beg me to kiss
lick away your sins.
Treat you
like the bad boy
you have been.

Piercing pounds to this lil slut
you love to fuck
over and over. A poptart
toasting, teasing
tasting of your gestating jams
juice.

Then into your cell again
my pet. Only good things
are given to very bad boys ...


any better, or just fluff?

 

[My Erotic Trail]

I shall build a cage
for you. A house for when
naughty boys are too good
to be with.

I want you to howl
for mercy, scream
for release. A release
only given when I deem
it's appropriate.

Closed door locks.
Find the key my pet.
Bars to bank you in,
close enough for you to
lavishly lick
my toes. Finger slap
my ass until red welts
merrily mark your reward.

Out comes the one eyed
beast. The tiger I shall tame.
Spanked ass baby,
for a baby you shall remain,
until twin lips suckle
and milk my beady breast.

Clothed in nakedness
to show your wares.
An auction of fortune
to this mistress
of pain. One by one
I shall sell, till all
is accounted for.

Then cell by cell you
shall beg me to kiss
lick away your sins.
Treat you
like the bad boy
you have been.

Piercing pounds to this lil slut
you love to fuck
over and over. A poptart
toasting, teasing
tasting of your gestating jams
juice.

Then into your cell again
my pet. Only good things
are given to very bad boys ...


any better, or just fluff?

they almost always get better by working on them <bigrin
this poem has some powerful notions and vivid images

I will have to think on the word... Alibi

 

[RhymeFairy]

they almost always get better by working on them <bigrin
this poem has some powerful notions and vivid images

I will have to think on the word... Alibi

almost being the opperative word?


I almost had an alibi
build up from ground
shaking, words thrown
tearing the shingles down
ploppity plop.

I was working on the candles
wax poured, melted clean
leaving build up wall to wall
carved down, singled out
to create a new puddle
formed in the likeness of you

only, I lost track of time
the car broke down, and my cell
well, it's lost. So please please
forgive me in this, being late
for a date, I so wanted to have ...

 

[My Erotic Trail]

almost being the opperative word?


I almost had an alibi
build up from ground
shaking, words thrown
tearing the shingles down
ploppity plop.

I was working on the candles
wax poured, melted clean
leaving build up wall to wall
carved down, singled out
to create a new puddle
formed in the likeness of you

only, I lost track of time
the car broke down, and my cell
well, it's lost. So please please
forgive me in this, being late
for a date, I so wanted to have ...

If you always tell the truth
and live in an honorable way
do you still need an alibi?

Where is your alibi...
for the night of...

I was writing poetry <bigrin