Seduce Me With Your Words...

[John Roberts]

The bed beckons the sleepy one to sleep
drawn to delicious dreams the eyes close
softness of breathing the world recedes
farther and farther away the trials of life
until the gentle unconciousness spreads
its healing hands stroking the body and limbs
and troubled brow to a relaxed world of
bliss. The dreams begin of wonderous worlds
of flight and magical feats the impossible becomes real
lovers found, no adversity around nothing is denied
the dreamer has found her restful home of peace
and loving arms


Good night all, a lovely thread.

 

[prettygrneyes]

Thank you sis! It's so good to see you again.


And yes Gunner you are all my mine

your welcome,and it is great to see you again..where u been hiding hun??I have missed you!!

 

[SexyAmber]

your welcome,and it is great to see you again..where u been hiding hun??I have missed you!!

I missed you too you lil vixen. Just been busy with real life nonsense like work. Damn I wish i was a millionare.

How about you precious? Everything ok with you I hope?

 

[prettygrneyes]

I missed you too you lil vixen. Just been busy with real life nonsense like work. Damn I wish i was a millionare.

How about you precious? Everything ok with you I hope?

been thru alot the past year butt I am doing much better..thanks for asking hun....
So hope you are staying around for awhile..

 

[SexyAmber]

been thru alot the past year butt I am doing much better..thanks for asking hun....
So hope you are staying around for awhile..

Sis if you ever need to talk I am here, know that.

 

[snoozebutton]

For the special ladies in my life:

I never fill empty with the love that flows into my heart. I walk a little taller and the air is a little fresher with just a thought of the happiness all of you bring me. Sometimes the distance makes the gulf between us wide but hearing you laugh or knowing your smiling allows me in my mind to touch you. A journey to happiness follows a long road of lonliness. I am one of the lucky ones as I have been given a map and know that soon all our hearts will be Home.

 

[Arden]

The bed beckons the sleepy one to sleep
drawn to delicious dreams the eyes close
softness of breathing the world recedes
farther and farther away the trials of life
until the gentle unconciousness spreads
its healing hands stroking the body and limbs
and troubled brow to a relaxed world of
bliss. The dreams begin of wonderous worlds
of flight and magical feats the impossible becomes real
lovers found, no adversity around nothing is denied
the dreamer has found her restful home of peace
and loving arms


Good night all, a lovely thread.

That was beautiful, John!

 

[SexyAmber]

All I have of you

Laying in the grass I feel
the magic of the night unfolding
Layer upon layer
revealing it obscurity to me.
The simplicity of you here with me
The multiplicity of the how and why
The smell of earth’s damp decay gives way
to the musk of you. There is nothing else…
The harshness of the cool earth against
the velvet of your back.
Still the ache of the knowing
when it’s all over this is all I’ll have of you.

Your head, a shadowy halo in the moon’s glow
as you lower to me.
The heat of your legs between
mine causes a shudder
in cool night air.
The depths of my wanting.
The reaches of your giving.
The slow, deep sound of your expanding breath
in my mouth begins to drown out
the nights wild reveling of sounds
till there is nothing else.
Is there anything else?
And will I remember that sound when it’s all I have of you?

Dressed in the flickering moonlight, you set
every pore alive as your fingers
wash over me in deep and reverent prayer.
Sparking to life,
every nerve
speaks only to the polish of your tongue.
The landscapes that I carry
The memories you leave here
Never has my body been so beloved,
so venerated as now, this moment,
this chasm of time.
The moonlight fades away
as I begin the bittersweet journey.
It is my cries now that
still the night sounds
as my soul is submerged in your touch
and I soar over the edge.
Till there is nothing else.
Will you still be there
when I awake from this ecstasy?
Or will this deep resonating ache be all I have of you?

You hold my trembling body
as the dream begins to fade.
Still stroking all it’s tenderness
Resting in your arms, my flesh finally sated
Giving way to the torture of reality
seeping in, once again,
the pain of giving away
the sorrow of holding it in
Take no notice of the tears
I cry when we are through,
Washing away the
remembering
too quickly forgotten, when there is nothing else.
And you no longer are with me.
And it’s all I’ve had of you..

 

[biggbear8]

With thoughts of soron,
his touch, his scent,
his sublimity.
Would you also ache
To have her have you?
To mount your staff,
As would a horseman
Take his steed,
And thereby set
his own defeat.

With thought
As gentle as a touch,
Liquid pools
Of passion gather.
Freely flowing, sliding, pooling,
To fill the very depth of her,
Womanhood in heat.
To fresh and bold
To back away,
Compelled to face
The electric force of lust.


The searing cycle
Of his absence,
In the fullest of favor and grace,
Locked and lost
Amidst a frenzy,
Somehow calm and disalarming.
she loses the edge of certainty,
That spreads her
Wide and weak,
Lost in life's
Most intimate embrace.


you sate yourself... with thoughts of soron.

 

[SexyAmber]

He came to me,
on an unsuspecting night,
with an unexpected overture.
Rousing me to a curious peak,
with a haunting melody that has ever-since
played over and over-
only for me.
He cradles my tenderness,
rocks away misery
to molasses- sweet dreams,
in forbidden symphony,
where vibrations resonate,
and falling sound
tempts me
with a craving
the likes I have never known.
His pulsating rhythm,
a beast shaking cage,
he takes me again and again
to this illicit place,
where we share the same stars,
light of passion,
and the sound of music
fills us.

 

[Dobabobalina]

A philosopher's response to a poet

If words were sufficient, or the mind capable of vocalizing the intimate relationship between soul and heart, then perhaps I could tell you how I feel right now. Or if, maybe, I invented a word that somehow means more than the combination of vowels and syllables, then I could express your worth. In truth, I hold no hope for ever penning that magical word, though if it sounded close to Amber I would not be surprised. Could I dedicate, on satin slips, my sentiments any more poetically I would, and rush them to you with the intentions of demonstrating to the cause it's effects. Would music offer the definition of a woman, I would sing it to you, and you would know yourself in the lyrics. Yet none of these offer the words for which I search, so while I quest onward you will have to be contented with these.


Doba

 

[Arden]

Bear, thank you! That was beautiful!

 

[biggbear8]

Bear, thank you! That was beautiful!

something special for the best couple of lit i love seeing you two together makes me believe in love

thx hugs and kisses
bear

 

[Dobabobalina]

A Present For You

Here it is.
Wait,
open it slowly.
It's not much,
it is all that I have.
This is my present for you.

See how it sparkles
around the edges,
and swells in the center,
as though someone-
you-
is giving it life?
This is my present for you.

Hold it now.
Can you feel it's weight?
The effort
of it's growth?
The time spent manicuring
and cultivating
and honing
that most precious,
unpretentious,
preternatural of things?
This is my present for you.

Touch the surface.
Can you describe the feeling?
Do you feel the
lingering,
ostensible
verification of
euphoria?
Do you know
what this is?
It is my present for you.

Can you tell
that it is yours too?
That it began,
and now returns,
to a place within you?
Do you see that the
depth,
strength,
shape,
nature,
and character
are not solely my creation,
but ours?
That this reflects,
not my likeness,
but a joint endeavor?
Take care,
for this is all that I am.
This,
is my present for you.

 

[Arden]

Bump!!!

 

[Soron]

GRIND !

 

[Desdemona]

For the special ladies in my life:

I never fill empty with the love that flows into my heart. I walk a little taller and the air is a little fresher with just a thought of the happiness all of you bring me. Sometimes the distance makes the gulf between us wide but hearing you laugh or knowing your smiling allows me in my mind to touch you. A journey to happiness follows a long road of lonliness. I am one of the lucky ones as I have been given a map and know that soon all our hearts will be Home.

The home of my heart is with you. Your love brings me great joy as I share this journey with you.

 

[Soron]

Hey Arden...wanna fuck?
How's that for sweet seduction?

 

[Arden]

Hey Arden...wanna fuck?
How's that for sweet seduction?

It works for me!

 

[Arden]

Take Me

Kiss me not with tender touch
But lips hard and bruising
Scaling peaks unknown before
With lustful, burning craving.
Touch me not with silken hands
But fingers cruel and grasping
Pinching hunger for my skin
Let loose with needful yearning.
Take me not with gentle love
But brutal, untamed fucking
Crudely plunder to my core
With passions wild wanting.

-Unknown

 

[Soron]

See there's this place in me
where your fingertips still rest,
your kisses still linger,
and your whispers softly echo.
It's the place where a part of you will forever
be a part of me. ~ Gretchen Kemp

 

[Arden]

Gentleman In My Dreams
Leigh Engel

I wait in the eve for his presence
As he visits me within mine own dreams
He stands in the midst in a garden
Above, stars and moon are agleam
His hand is outstretched to take me
Beyond this garden so fair
And I so eager in spirit and heart
To follow this gentleman there
Though I know not where we are going
No fear is there felt within
For I know that he who is with me
To my needs with much skill he will tend.
We travel beyond the garden
And through a densely, wooded path
My trust immense, and I follow
Never questioning where we are at
He silently leads me in darkness
With only the light of the moon
And whispers ever so softly;
"My dear, we will be there soon."
No more had his words been spoken
Than I spied this splendour in awe
Then becoming even more grateful
That this gentleman for me had called
'Twas a mystical land of wonder
Felt as soft and plush as velvet
And the breeze there, equally sweet
Hovering above us, twinkling stars
That shone like glitter above
The flowers seemed made of satin
I so wondered what they were made of
For even the trees there had blossoms
So sweet their smell, like perfume
And he and I lie, and looked at the stars
Beneath the light of the moon
The wind seemed to sing the sweetest song
Whispering close to my ear
I smiled to myself as I lay there and thought
He has brought me to heaven "here"
I lay in his arms all night that night
His love like none I had seen
His touch like the petals of a rose so smooth
And I did not want to wake from the dream
His kiss upon my lips that eve
Stirred within, a burning desire
And his knowing touch upon my skin
Lit within my soul, a fire
I join him in that garden
Each evening as I drift away
And each glimpse of Heaven equally precious
As it was the very first day.

 

[Soron]

If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not loved, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not loved, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not loved, I gain nothing. Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

The Holy Bible, New International Version
1 Corinthians 13:1-13

 

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[Soron]

Silently I gather tender moments
ripe, glistening, ready to yield
fragile as blown glass
Sling them into my silken
dream-woven satchel
and tuck them 'neath my pillow
Moonstruck my muse
so I may dream of you

Beautiful