PC-ROMANTIC INDEX 2010 02/04/1020https://sites.google.com/site/abrigon/1-poetry-2020/romantic-2017-total
INDEX:A:AllysonAngel of HeavenA RoseAlive Forever MoreAmber MeganAngelAre we having fun yet.B:BuddiesBitter LoveBare BallsBeat meBeat me – MoreBellaBendllynBitter Love (What is Love?)Bitter GirlBrandyBreastsBebita-LindaBride (also called Bride of Baudelaire)C:CheatedCustodyCarolineColleenD:Daggers and RenderingDestructive LoveDead EyesDearest KateDenied LoveDestructive LoveDearest LadyDear HusbandDepression of LossE:EntrancedEyesEnjoyErotic Lover F:FriendshipFantasyFat LoveFlight From LoveFor a Lovely LadyFar AwayFlirt DemonFlying to YouFor SamForgotten ?G:Green EyesH:Hormones RagingHey JoeHaunted EyesHot ChocolateHandlesHooters Site ?I:Illusions of LoveJ:Joyous SoulsJanisJessicaK:KamiKate (Dearest Kate?)L:Long Distance LoveLoves PainLove MeLove LustLovely Ladies GiftsLost SunshineLiz Complete (Need to edit into a poem or poems?)Lady LoveLady of LightLady OlumideLanternLauraLeft RightLove MeLady ChocolateLust M:My DenialMaskMy MuseMy Muse 2nd editionMistressMy Little Soldier BoyMy Secret Love (Lover)MinervaMelissaMelodyMistress Mischief (Mistress Ana)MonieMorning Star (Amy Brendan)Morrigen (remove or …Musing GateMuslim WomanN:NicoleNite Sweet LadyNadineNative WomenNumbO:One Night of LoveOf LoveOf LoversOf ThreeOf Why I Cry – removedOf DramaOf Daggers and PensOf YouP:Peace or PieceQ: NoneR: S:She is GoneSolitude From LoveSunshineSticks and StonesSecret Love (My Secret Lover)One Night of Love? Remove already in OSaw YouSweet and ShyT:To See You Jenny CryTrue LoveThe ChaseThinking of YouThereThe CourseTaraU: None?V:Vashti of the Flame Red TressesW:Walk TogetherWhat is LoveWindy LoveWomen of my IllusionsWind CryX: NoneY:Z: NoneSUGGESTED ADDITIONS/KEEPPain MaximumPaigePiecesPoems of a WomanNadineNite Sweet Lady?Numb ?AnaAngelAvinar El 1,2 ?Bitter LoveBloodDearest KateDearest LadyDenial (My Denial?)Denied LoveDestructive LoveObsessive LoveDrama (Of)Dream Dead ?EntrancedEyesErotic LoverFantasyFat LoveFlight from LoveFlirt DemonFor a Lovely WomanFor SamFreak DancingFriendshipFrozen Michelle Green EyesHey JoeHot ChocolateHormonesRagingHooters SiteHootersHaunted EyesHate MeHate and FearHandlesHairy LeggsIllusions of LoveJoyous SoulsJanisJessicaKateKamiLady ChocolateLady LoveLady of LightLanternLady OlumideLauraLeft RightLiz CompleteLong Distance LoveDepression of LossLost SunshineLost Love – more work onDenied LoveLovely Ladies GiftsLove LustLove MeLustLoversLoves Pain - ?MelissaMelodyMinervaMistressMistress MischiefMonieMorning StarMusing GateMy MuseMy secret LoveOne Night of LoveOf Daggers and PensOf LoveOf DramaObsessive LoveOde to Brides AssOf JillOf LoversOf ThreeOn Ruby WingsOlumidea (Lady of?)A RoseRose are Red ?Rose Petals and Cuffs Sex Rocks/Roxy SexySex RocksShe is GoneSpankedSunshineSolitude from LoveSlashes ?Saw YouSweet LadySticks and StonesSweet and ShySnowShortyShellinaShannon ?ShakaTweekers Love and HumorTaraTo See Your Jenny CryThe CourseVampires Kiss 1,2Walk TogetehrWhat is LoveDead EyesOf LoversOne Night of LovePiecesRoses and RedThe ChaseWindy LoveWind CryThinking of You Angel of HeavenNAMED POETRY: ==========POETRY A:P-Angel of Heaven: She stands before me,a creature of heaven,bright and angelic,hair flowing downpast shoulder paleand lovely, eyes bright,full of life and promise,nose, cute more would wastethe words, lips that begto be kissed, long and hard,tasting each inch and part,exploding tongues thatentwine like wild snakes,chin that is strong and firm,shoulder bare to his kisses,and tongues and tasting,as his hands clasp aroundwth hers. Pulling each otherclose, warmth combined,enflaming, souls that explodeand mingle like snow and fireor of oil with oil..like one being.. They stand,moving together, glidingtogether as one, cloths slidingoff, thrown away like waste,strewn around the room in theirhaste to come together andexpress their mutual lust and love. Mike200? --------P-Allyson Allyson, my dear child of an alleythat leads deep into my heart ofhearts, beating strong at the soundof your name, and thought of yourvoice.. Mike2004---------P-Angel Hair tight and up, eyes mischief incarnate,eyebrows that inspire, nose perky and bobbed,eats pierce and lick able, hands crossed to hidebehind them, breast firm and lovely, like mountainsof love and joy to the eyes of man, with many thingshidden behind cloths, dark and glitter.. Mike2003 (Angel)--------P-A Rose oh, ah your eyes like diamond sparking black and dark,mysterious they are, hiding lust behind cold hard eyes..cold eyes, passions light a fire of lust and passions darkand dangerous, miles separate, but souls bound togetherhe sees her there, and falls hard to the floor, not a floorof wood or stone, but of love and lust eternal, unrequentedand unable to be showed and done.. bodies tied together,kiss for kiss, touch for touch, feel and warmth sharedas passions flame hot and burning bright.. one nite,an eternity of love and bliss. shared passions.. oh touch,and caress, cuddles and kisses, fluids shared and dreamsexplored. shall I kiss you slow, hands exploring down a back,cloths sliding off, kisses gentle on shoulders bare, hairflowing down, moved by lovely women, in mind, heart and mind.. Mike2003 For Rose OutWater------P-ALIVE FOREVER MORE Alive she sites there,beauty is her name,life and earth are bornto her, dragged to joinand know her close.But I far away, neverto know her sighther feel and touch,for I am damnedeternally forever moreto this darkness of shameI sit here, dark to theworld, and dream of thelight I once painedand in agony I sitalone, forever moreshamed of the timeof obsessive timesI once thought of herand drove her awayforever more. Mike Adams2003-----------P-Are we having fun yet. Are we having fun yetspeaks of my things.For what is fun?For some it is beat me,wipe me and make mefeel loved. For others itis just seeing a kids smile. Mike2006 -------P-Amber Megan Well, your hair is like amber rivers fallingfrom the heavens sunlight, eyes full of mirthand joy, teasing to say more, nose perky andupturned, ah to see it full, lips and smile,light the room, and broaden the sunlightamber of her hair.. lips to be savored and kisses,tongues to be twisted, body to be held closeand explored by loving hands, long and slow,every nook and cranny, nose to smell her scent,soft and gentle, taking time to savor each dropof it. Until life passes and joined in heavenlybliss, two bodies entwined as lovers, cloths gonein a heap, lost to the side, as hands explore,lips and kisses taste each others body, warmand hot the temperature rises, as the bodies join,and joy comes like a torrent of rivers ofpassions fruit.. Breast to breast, body to body,thrust to thrust, each body giving its all inspiredpassions that rose from long time denied, neverto be given, but always there, to explore on a nite ofcontrol lost, the lovers fall to bed, and gasp, YES theycollectively say, and laugh and giggle at the coincidenceof words said together, for they explored both together first to kissthen to touch, then to explore and finally to explode togetherin mutual sun fire inspired bursts of solar power.Amber Kiss Part 2 Ah to kiss, cheek to cheek, lips wanting more, but denied for to explore the passions shared, brings doom and agony most dire, as they know the kissing, hugging, cuddles caught, and touches and looks given, will destroy them both, one for life given up the other for love no longer able to be returned, for death brings an end.. even of passions needs..Mike2003 =================POETRY B:------P-Buddies Dear you are a poem,no words to be saidto say it more, mydream, my love andlusts and desires,future and fateall in one.. what else can I sayto show you my love?It is deepening andexpanding. I see youthere and I feel good,more than from lustand desire but buddies.. Mike2005---------P-BITTER 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.--------P-Bare Balls: Bear your balls and stare at the place that should bethere, but is not, the heart being gone, the soul aswell all that is left is hot, horny, steamy sex andyou say to your self, what the fuck. Mike 2005 For: singlesuzi41 --------P-Beat Me beat me, whip me,tie me to the bed,love me, leave me,hit me, scare me,leave me for dead.. Mike2005(work long in progress, many versus) added Love me, leave mespurn me hurt mespurn me, tease meleave me for dead ----------P-Beat Me More: Beat me, whip me, love me, leave me for dead, but 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.. 12/05 -------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 andhis lusts and desires, lips full and enticing to make a saintfall from grace to kiss them long and full, tongue entwined,satin tight and formed to fit her tight and silk that shows onlywhat she wants, promising many things..Mike2004 ------P-Bendlyn She stands before me, a creature of heaven, bright and angelitic,hair flowing down past shoulder pale and lovely, eyes bright and fullif life and promise, nose, cute more would waste the words, lipsthat beg to be kissed, long and hard, tasting each inch and part,exploding tongues that entwine like wild snakes, chin that is strongand firm, shoulder bare to his kisses, and tongues and tasting, ashis hands clasp around with hers. Pulling each other close, warmthcombined, 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.. Mike2003 -------------P-Bitter Love (What is Love) Beat me, whip me, bite me, love me, take me for a fool, but neverleave me, for I will hunt you down and feed on your bones andblood, you bitch, you whore, abusive of my love and affections,drama is what you feed on, not food and air. Mike2004To lay, or not to lay, that is the question, wether it is worththe pain and agony of enjoying her company, or the blows of anoverly protective boy friend..-----------P-Bitter Girl I need a muse to live for, to inspire me to heights of poeticbliss.. why not dear, you are a lovely women, sexy and lithe ofbody, smart and grand of mind and soul, why would not a man wishto worship such a being of beauty as you and be inspired for aneternity and more.. wanting but to worship and pleasure her orshe with him? starting with your feet, and working my way uplegs of iron, and hips just nicely wide for good love, and breastsshaped 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 longand sensuous, eyes meeting and souls merged as one, lips to bekissed.. Yes, vegetarian, but his meat is not for normal diningbut for sharing, for exploring, for tasting but not eating as weknow it. as long as you do not mind one piece of mine, that maybe said to be meat, that you will make an exception to no-meat?Then dancing, close, cheek to cheek, with all knowing from ourlooks 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 cangather at the garden of your sweet rivers of legs, as they cometogether, to explore the garden and the gates within, and beholdthe 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 lawnwith my big garden hose..." a loving man, who wishes to share amoment if at all possible, with a lovely lady!? what happiness cana man have but a moment of pleasure, physical or just social..you have it dear.. Will have to have you come north, so we canexplore each other and live with together, for I would love tohave a warm women like you as a live in roomie/lover..Mike Adams2004 ------------- 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.. Or, her hair like darkness falling to shoulders bare, and white.Like rivers of ebony, on 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 awayof the times together, locked as lovers. To kiss her lips onceagain, her neck, and cheeks.. her nose quite fair.To tease her with my caresses and shared in twined,hips in motion slow and deliberately, cloths eschew acrossthe room, from door to bedroom dark, we did ride until wefind peace in side each others hearts, minds arms and soul.and blissfully asleep in each others arms, to greet the dayand know the night was paradise unbound.to sadly part to our parts in the play of life..Mike Adams2003 ------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 squeeze them,suck and pinch them,slow and gentle, orhard as wanted or not.. Mike2004------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)-----------P-Bride: 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 drivesthem deaf and dumb, for their is just you and nothing more is important..Mike2004 -------------P-Bride of Baudelaire 2010 For your eyes light,like beacons of the nite,guiding poor lost foolsto the light and joyof your site and thoughtsof embrace .or just to beholdyour eyes close and fall intothem and kiss your lips fullof pleasure and promise,but saying nothing.. for thebeholding of you drives themdeaf and dumb, for their isjust you and nothing more isimportant..Mike Adams2004----------------P-Blood Roses are red, so is blood,Spewing from the hole,the hole in your heart,or where it once was,gone from bullet splatter,splatter of pain,pain from bullet?Lost again! Mike Adams2005------ ==================POETRY C:P-Cheated:She came to you from another, bondedin vows maritial, then his loved cameto you as well wanting but not gettingand you wonder why you found her in the arms of another?Oddly this time being faithful to her,you now find out how it felt to be the onecheated and used for base reasons. Like oh somany, all cause someone used you first.First she cheated to be with you, thenhubbies loved wanted it to, and you wonderwhy you found, her getting down with anotherlover in the place of work of yours?She came to you from another,bonded in vows maritial,then his loved came to youas well wanting but notgetting and you wonderwhy you found her in the armsof another? Oddly this timebeing faithful to her, you knowfound out how it felt to be the onecheated and used for base reasons.Like oh so many, all cause someoneused you first.Mike (need to edit as one)2008?---------P-Custody On to a plane of skullsshe does rides a horseof color red,to smite the bastardthat she once bed,but now divourced,to claim her children two,she ride thru hellon a pale horse,to find the bastardwho stole them away,and make his day,in twain his penis small. Mike Adams2002(For all those who lost a child to a non-custodial parent/kidnapping)-----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, nothern and more.. Yes, I Alaska, but where you like to go? Mike2005 ---------P-Colleen (2005): Colleen oh to spank you hard and well,to feel the weltz on my ass and knowyour hand smacking me fast, hard and mean.And I love you in your mean and happy wayno matter what you are thereand I am here and we are in paintogether.. Mike Adams2005-------- =======================POETRY D:-------P-Denied Love: 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 ishopes and a dream for more. than this mortal frame canhave, but in hope I find a purpose a direction, andmy dreams a reason to go on, day and day, hour and hour,and on until one day my feet can move no more, fallingone in front of the other, and lay down and rest myhead on the gentle hills of home and dream of you mylady love once more.But until that time is here, I can not think of you forthe pain it brings to me, I can not think of your sweetcaress, the smell of your hair, and the feel of your bodynext 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 heartwill flutter and fly into worlds of fantasy and illusionbeyond all reality and hope for peace, for all I want todo is to behold you once again, but in this I have pledgedto never see you again, to talk to you, to know of what youdo, 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 mytotally from my mind . For denying you for now is the only answer Iknow, and in this I write these words to work it out andlet others know of loss of love and to hope for a betterday when I can behold you in all your loveliness and seethe light in your eyes once again, and hope it is for meyou see, and for me you do shine with such a light thatthe stars and sun are no match, but alas that day willnever come but in my mind and illusions. So this I prayfor all my days to just let it be, and forget you for nowand pray for another day. Love MikeMay 1998 -------P-Dearest Lady Dearest lady, how to explainof love and desire, of loveI know, or of the love of loving to chase and have, to knowthe delights and desires undercloths and skin, of flesh and kisseslong and intense, to know herintimately, of soul and dreams of pastes and creams, of smelland joys many, how to explainto her my desires and wants,passions and needs, but firstof hers, what is here wants,her needs, for with out hers,it is just teasing myself,pleasing myself, having myself,enjoying myself, and I can dothat alone. oh to hold her visionand eyes, to walk close,each step an agony for my musclessay RUN, faster, grab and takeher now. but no, all in due time,slow mike, be slow, but howI ask myself, when my heart races,my pulse is exploding one beatat another, like kettle drugs..how I wish to kiss her, teaseand please her, to feel the curvesof her body mold with mine,to know the warmth of her body,to smell the scents of her scent,but most to just hold her close,and know her close.. to look in eyes of love and know, she loves me,and I love her back, all else is just illusions.. Mike2005 ---------P-Daggers and RenderingsThe agony, my heart,be still my beatingbleeding heart, for thedagger she rams homeis one of pain,and agony most dear,with death the result..The pain, oh the pain..Drive it home,oh sweat daggerof agony sharpand pain divine..Render my heart,with your pens aflame,showing its true measureand fame, love itor leave it,but never forget it,for in the picture,much is said of my heart..In the renderingis the finding,to vision of my soul,laid bare for youto see, or othersin eternity.Mike Adams2004 P-Daggers and Renderings (1st edition)The agony, my heart, be still my beating bleeding heart,for the dagger she rams home is one of pain, and agonymost 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, showing its true measure and fame, love it or leave it, but neverforget 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.Mike2004--------------P-Dearest Kate:Dearest Kate, I lay here next to you, and feel the drawto love you as a man loves his love, and lady for ever more,but in this respect you and your love to hold back and respect,to know you slow, friend first, then more, until in the endI pray, we shall be long term, lovers, family, friends, motherand father, lasting an age together as couple strong, partnersfor ever more.Mike Adams2004Edited 2005"True compassion is not just an emotional response but a firm commitment founded on reason. Therefore, a truly compassionate attitude towards others does not change even if they behave negatively."- Tenzin Gyatso-----P-Denial (My Denial)First I deny my lovethen my dreamsthen my hopethen myselfwhat will I have left?Nothing but my denialto keep me warm.Mike Adams1998 ------P-Depression of Loss Depression is here,sinking in fast and hardfor the sun has left the skyand shall I die now,or just wander herein this place of darknesscold and damp,like a man on thorozine.. Mike2003-------P-Demon of the Dark (For someone D20 Game)A sea, a sea, oh blasted is the sea,Dangers evil and untold, awaits youin the rock of the moon and starsin the sea of blasted sun.Lost women of the nite,strikes her there, beneath the stary sky,of dark and nite, it rises into the skyEvil, is its name, and curse.Oh maiden, you are lost to usfor lusts drive us all, and yourdrove you more, moreon into the darkness I seeShe lies there across the sea,to see the eye, you must seek the eyefor all is there, death and darknessstone and unholy beasts.Who come from insideand out, from beyond and here.But riches vast and painful won.Sparkle is the stars, and all is nite.Beware the demon of the Dark!Mike Adams2005(if ya have to ask, you do not need to know about D20)-----P-DESTRUCTIVE LOVE:Tie me down, beat me, whip me, love me, leave me, never let me go, or close again, I am lost in this sea of love and depression, for to have you is to destroy you, to have me is to be destroyed like ice in summers hard sun..Mike Adams2000?------------P-Dearest Lady:Dearest lady, how to explain of love and desire,of love I know, or of the love of loving to chaseand have, to know the delights and desires undercloths and skin, of flesh and kisses long and intense,to know her intimately, of soul and dreams of pastsand cremes, of smell and joys many, how to explainto her my desires and wants, passions and needs,but first of hers, what is here wants, her needs, forwith out hers, it is just teasing myself, pleasing myself,having myself, enjoying myself, and I can do that alone.oh to hold her vision and eyes, to walk close, each stepan agony for my muscles say RUN, faster, grab and takeher now. but no, all in due time, slow mike, be slow, buthow I ask myself, when my heart races, my pulse isexploding one beat at another, like kettle drugs.. how I wishto kiss her, tease and please her, to feel the curves of herbody mold with mine, to know the warmth of her body, tosmell the scents of her scent, but most to just hold herclose, and know her close.. to look in eyes of love andknow, she loves me, and I love her back, all else isjust illusions..Mike Adams2005 -------P-Dear HusbandDear Husband, here I amin another bed, lookingfor a lover, a strange,a friend, carrying notfor our bonds of marriage,for you have left themfar behind. Sleeping on mewith others, friendsand more, cheating in mind,soul and emotions, all I haveto go on is that vision of youand another to spur me onto jump to another.Mike2005 (Edit 2005)------ ==========POETRY E:P-Eyes:love your eyes, how they flash.your lips as they think with fingers,you chin as it speaks of many things,your hair as it dangles there.... your smile, that lights my heart,speaking of many things unsaid anddesires 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 downand explore for not.. your impish beauty,inspired me to many things, of lust, of love,of desires I have many, to hold, caressand 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 togetheras one, lovers, friends, family. Joined inways only two souls can be.. you got the mostfunniest 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 Adams2005-------P-Enjoy:Life ends quick. Enjoy while you have it. Friends come and go, all die. So in the end, enjoy. No get out of life free No life after death for this is all we have to know and known So enjoy while you can for in the end what is life but friends known and sadly lost.Mike Adams2008 -------P-Entranced (2005):Lady hot,of body andof smile,hair dark andskin mysterious..oh she stands there,and I notice butshe is there,for entrancedam I, by her smile,how it beams andaffects all..Mike2005---------P-Erotic Lover: like you feel his hands on your ass, you want to scream, but can't, for it feels good as his hands massage and tease your but, and up your crack, as you feel his body next to yours, moving in time to the train, as you feel your dress moving up your legs, zeeeep as his zipped rides down and you feel your panties go down..ah yes, feels good his hands on your warm skin, as he parts your legs just so, and teases your lips so.Mike Adams200? ==========POETRY F:P-Friendship Friends, the dark days, the light day, the hard days,the nite times shared not out of lust, or desire, oreven vice and degradation but out of love, of companionsand times shared, love between to people, not of lust orsome base desire, but out of the need to be social, toshare moments, words, comments and vents or just hugs,and being there, to know others pains and help there,to see the pain in the others eyes and wish it gone,gone by sharing between two, not one alone. Mike2005-----P-Fantasy: Like a kiss, a hug, a tease, a laugh, a touch, a moan, a caress, a hold, bodies closer, touching more and more, heat exchanged, kisses enflamed, cloths shed across the room, and bodies entwined, fluids exchanged, saliva, and more, until in a heap the bodies fall from a height of orgasm, into each other arms, looks shared, shamed shared at the weakness of the bodies or the mind to hold the passions back, and the explosion that comes. Mike Adams2003------P-FAT LOVE: We got pains and we deal with it, how you ask? Drink and drugs, fast cars, bikes, and women slutty. With attitudes and fortitude, guns and platitudes, looks in our eyes, and fights in bars., Who gives a fuck, we do, but can't say it. Pains we have, and needs, and not ones to be shared with a bone girl shallow in her cosmos inspired looks and desires but a women strong and big, fat or just big of bone, we care not, for she is real, not some goddess of paint and silicon, diets unnatural, locked in some abusive cycle of her own making and death inspired looks. We need a big fat biker bitch to come in here and give us love.. and reality.. Big women, special and unique, not some artificial women of Esquire fame. She is not some tall goddess untouchable, cold to the touch, lost in her drug induced quest for thin, and deaths door of skeletal frame. She no clone, like so many models of fame, who look alike, think alike and do things alike, like marching nazis in parade, off to their doom of drugs binges, vomit and purges, until all is left is some mindless zombie looking good or skeletal, but far from real, for her soul is gone to some pile of magazines high, but she is dead, lost to the flashes of the lights of Hollywood or New York. Me had hotties with souls most foul and uglies with hearts of gold, and beautiful beyond comprehension, for they are real, nice, soft and delightful of mind, body, taste and touch, love given and returned, nice and gentle, with no demands other than a cuddle, a touch an kind word and more.Mike Adams2006 (still editing I was to edit it, sorry Erika)-------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 hewalks 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 ever more. Mike Adams2003 (01/2008)-----------P-FOR A LOVELY WOMEN: Ah to behold her there, sitting under the tree, full of form and luscious of body, but eyes sad and cold for the light is gone, but needs comfort and care, to enflame her passions once again.. The man, dark and mysterious, stands behind her, enjoying her shoulders and form, wanting to hold her close, to feel her flesh to his, lips to lips, heart to heart, bodies entwined together. your cheeks are rose, skin white as snow.. eyes dark and brooding, but a spark lies there behind glasses thick, but hiding much of lust and passions that dare to explode out and consume anyone in her way. And die in bliss. knowing paradise between her thighs, her tears at his death, for in the having, only immortal form and frame can handle it full force.. the man knows he can not know explore and have, for in the having, death and destruction ensues..Mike Adams200?--------P-Far Away: 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. To 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 judgement day for nothing can keep me from your side on that day. My last words to you from your soldier far away.Mike AdamsMay 1998(Dedicated to the men and women who lived thru the Vietnam era, especially those who never came home and their families who miss them still). --------P-Flirt Demon: Demon Women. A lithe lady, short and demonic, Tease me, please me, show me more, mount me, hump me, love me hard.. Mike 2005-------P-Flying to You (61): He flies across the miles of ocean between them to his lady dear so far away in lands across the world but close to him in his heart. From the land of the ice and snow to the lands down under, he does fly to her waiting arms, to kiss and recreate the first time once more, to embrace with passions afire, to knowall that is to know and to go for more, in passions embraced they fly together, hand-in-hand, arm-in-arm, lips-to-lips and tongues inflamed returned in like by the other.Mike Adams 1998(Dedicated to an Australian Lady other special ladies I have known July, 1998 & August 01, 1998)------------P-For A Lovely Women: ah to behold her there, sitting under the tree, full of form and luscious of body, but eyes sad and cold for the light is gone, but needs comfort and care, to enflame her passions once again.. The man, dark and mysterious, stands behind her, enjoying her shoulders and form, wanting to hold her close, to feel her flesh to his, lips to lips, heart to heart, bodies entwined together. your cheeks are rose, skin white as snow.. Eyes dark and brooding, but a spark lies there behind glasses thick, but hiding much of lust and passions that dare to explode out and consume anyone in her way. And die in bliss, knowing paradise between her thighs, her tears at his death, for in the having, only immortal form and frame can handle it full force.. the man knows he can not know explore and have, for in the having, death and destruction ensues..Mike Adams2003 -----------P-For Sam:I scream from the passion of my love, but it is not you. I pine for the love of him with me, but it is not you. I die for his touch, his love and much, but not for you. You spurned me, and now I love another, he is better more carrying and one hell of a better lover than you. to have you hear, to hold you close, to look into your eyes and know the love there, shared as one, to feel your warmth and share mine as well, to let you know all is well, that you are loved and desired, to feel your touch, and exploring hands, shared exploration, as holds and massages turns to kisses full and tongues entwined and hands ripping cloths off in a flurry of passions shared, as we fall to the bed, kissing, touching, screaming, moaning, exposed flesh and parts tasted and touched.. and then, the garden wet is opened, soft and gentle, by hands and tongue, or just hands and member erect, it explores just inside to see, and finds it warm and inviting. and her body willing to the touch of it, just inside it goes, with his hands and hers holding butts close, and tight, the member goes in and out with soft slow rhythm at first but with time and help it is faster, matching her time, joined as one like bolt to hole, nail to wood..Mike200? ----------P-Forgotten Step by stepanother deathnot of life, butdreams, gonebut not forgotten Mike2005 Work in progress------P-Fantasy:Like a kiss,a hug,a tease,a laugh,a touch,a moan,a caress,a hold,bodies closer,touching moreand more,heat exchanged,kisses inflammed,cloths shedacross the room,and bodies entwined,fluids exchanged,saliva, and more,until in a heapthe bodies fallfrom a height of orgasm,into each other arms,looks shared,shamed sharedat the weaknessof the bodiesor the mindto hold the passions back,and the explosionthat comes.Mike Adams2003------P-Far Away:Oh far away is homefrom this land of sunshineand 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 dutyand honor and country, but for what?Who can know me like you dooh 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 thinI do travel with themand we know our calls,to hear the copters sweet songwhile 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.To I sit here in this placeso far from you,and dream of youone last time,as my other lady creeps onto me,dulling my sight, and mind,until all I feel is a strange coldin such a hot and damp place,so far from you my love,I hear her call, of deathssweet embrace I feel her lovingcaress, 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 youagain my lady love,other than in the wordsof 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 handsfor they are gone away,my feet can not move,my heart is slowing,and my brain is numb.I gasp from lungs gonefor you my lady loveand know your memorieswill lead me to a better place.Of this I know,I loved you then,and love you nowand for an eternityI shall love you still.I thank you for the timesand love, I have had from you,and the love I give to you,please do not cry,for it makes your macari run,and you look so sadand then so funny,like a poor clown,it makes me grin tooand happy to have seen youin my minds eye once again..I shall see you again my dear,on judgement dayfor nothing can keep mefrom your side on that day.My last words to you from your soldier far away.Mike AdamsMay 1998------P-FAT LOVE:We got pains and we deal with it, how you ask? Drink and drugs,fast cars, bikes, and women slutty.With attitudes and fortitude, gunsand platitudes, looks in our eyes,and fights in bars., Who gives a fuck,we do, but can't say it.Pains we have, and needs, and not onesto be shared with a bone girl shallowin her cosmos inspired looks and desiresbut a women strong and big, fat or justbig of bone, we care not, for she is real,not some goddess of paint and silicon,diets unnatural, locked in some abusivecycle of her own making and death inspiredlooks.We need a big fat biker bitch to comein here and give us love.. and reality..Big women, special and unique, not someartificial women of Esquire fame. She is not some tall goddess untouchable, coldto the touch, lost in her drug induced quest for thin, and deaths door of skeletalframe. She no clone, like so many modelsof fame, who look alike, think alike anddo things alike, like marching nazisin parade, off to their doom of drugsbingers, vomit and purges, until all is leftis some mindless zombie looking good or skeltal,but far from real, for her soul is goneto some pile of magazines high, but sheis dead, lost to the flashes of the lightsof Hollywood or New York. Me had hottieswith souls most foul and uglies with heartsof gold, and beautiful beyond comprehension,for they are real, nice, soft and delightfulof mind, body, taste and touch, love givenand returned, nice and gentle, with no demandsother than a cuddle, a touch an kind word and more.Mike Adams2006------P-Flirt DemonDemon Women.A lithe lady,short and demonic,Tease me, please me,show me more, mount me,hump me, love me hard..Mike2005-----P-For A Lovely Women:Ah to behold her there, sitting under the tree,full of form and luciusous of body, but eyes sadand cold for the light is gone, but needs comfortand care, to enflame her passions once again..The man, dark and mysterious, stands behind her,enjoying her shoulders and form, wanting to holdher close, to feel her flesh to his, lips to lips,heart to heart, bodies entwined together..your cheeksare rose, skin white as snow.. eyes dark and brooding,but a spark lies there behind glassess thick, buthiding much of lust and passions that dareto explode out and consume anyone in her way.And die in bliss., knowing paradise between her thighs,her tears at his death, for in the having, only immortalform and frame can handle it full force.. the man knowshe can not know explore and have, for in the having,death and destruction ensues..Mike2003For Isis------P-Muslim Women (For a)Your eyes liketwin beaconsin the darkness,guiding husbandto home and kidsto prayer, strongand stern, andlovely beyondall hope ofunderstanding..For a Muslim woman.Mike2003---------P-For SamI scream from the passion of my love, but it is not you.I pine for the love of him with me, but it is not you.I die for his touch, his love and much, but not for you..You spurned me, and now I love another, he is bettermore carrying and one hell of a better lover than you.to have you hear, to hold you close, to look into your eyesand know the love there, shared as one, to feel your warmthand share mine as well, to let you know all is well,that you are loved and desired, to feel your touch,and exploring hands, shared exploration, as holds and massagesturns to kisses full and tongues entwined and hands rippingcloths off in a flurry of passions shared, as we fall to the bed,kissing, touching, screaming, moaning, exposed flesh and partstasted and touched.. and then, the garden wet is opened,soft and gentle, by hands and tongue, or just hands and memeber erect,it explores jsut inside to see, and finds it warm and inviting.and her body willing to the touch of it, just inside it goes,with his hands and hers holding butts close, and tight,the member goes in and out with soft slow rythem at firtstbut with time and help it is faster, matching her time,joined as one like bolt to hole, nail to wood..MikeDone from Sams point of view.------P-Freak Dancing:Damn, I want to bend you over on the dance floor and freak thehell out of you!! to feel your hard ass in crotch, my cock hardand straining to not explode out of my pants, to feel your assup and down, shake and quiver.. and feel your sexy body next tomine.. to turn over and feel you hump me, leg up raised.. andshirt raised up to sow you are loving it.. to feel your naughtybody ride mine in that seat, me leaned back nice and calmexternally but far from it internally, as you hump the hell outof me.. tits giggling, nipples hard and erect.. God I want tokiss your lips, and pull yoru shirt off, and suck on yournipples, long and hard with teath ,tongue and lips.. can youride me, as I pull on your pig tails? can I see your backarched, and your ass sliding up and down my hard cock? can I seeyour nipples exposed to the air and my view?Mike2005-------P-Friendship:Friends, the dark days, the light day, the hard days,the nite times shared not out of lust, or desire, oreven vice and degredation but out of love, of companionsand times shared, love between two people, not of lust orsome base desire, but out of the need to be social, toshare moments, words, comments and vents or just hugs,and being there, to know others pains and help there,to see the pain in the others eyes and wish it gone,gone by sharing between two, not one alone.--------P-Frozen MichelleHair of white,but not her own,but lovely contractto the joy of her face,brows thinand tensive,over eyesalmond inshape and color,nose flat and cute,lips full andkissable,like ripefruits of hoursof love.. chinstrong andinviting for a kiss.Mike2003For Frozen Michelle-----Copyright 1998 ===========POETRY G:P-GREEN EYES: A women deep in thought, standing strong and sensuous, thinking of one she loves, and needs, wants and desires, to be there, for sharing and touching, loving and talking, knowing and kissing, teasing and being close, warming bodies combined as one, deep in passions throws until the world passes away. And they lie there, together, locked as one, fluids shared or just souls combined as one..Mike200? ===============POETRY H:------------P-Hormones Raging? A muse in form to my mind, and hormones raging,at the sight of profiles pic,which is revealing but teasing to the sightand senses and brings about a joyful pleasureto 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 keyand where is the gate? ah yes, the gardens gate, behind aforest 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,caressing gentle and slow, as we drift off to sleep.. Mike2004--------P-HEY JOE: Hey Joe where you going with that keyboard in your hand? Going to spam my old lady, cause I caught her camming with another man!! Mike 2005 (Jimmy Lives still in my heart) -------P-Haunted Eyes: Haunted eyes, like windows of the women, to see them pierce the gloom and into my soul, dumb I am struck by their beauty and depth of seeing.. To know how plain my world is with out those eye, piercing me hard and fast, loving but dangerously inviting. Seducing my soul to linger and captured eternally, neverwanting to leave, for the joy of seeing, those eyes, those delicious haunted eyes, was all he needed and cared for, until death over took him, for the soul may need the eyes, but the body needs more than just eyes, but he died happy. Mike2007?-------------P-Hot Chocolate: Hot milky chocolate,expanding my mind,and senses, hearing,sight and touch arerender numb and wantingmore.. Hot, sweet and damndelicious to the senses,eyes full of the beautyof her, the nose smellingeach delight, the earshearing a voice of pleasuredelightful, the tonguetasting the skin and damnyes, the hands touching and ...More could be said, but allthat follows is damnationof not having her here andthe depression it brings. Mike(For Rachel Jones) ------P-Handles: Hair long and luscious, smile of white, nose that perks up and cute.. working on it.. Ah lady dear, of far you traveled, light of frame, bright of smile, hair long, falling like rivers of darkness, eyes small and light of heavens bliss, shoulders bare to the air and kisses, hugs and touches of care, body hot like passions kiss, ah to hold you close, and smell your breath kissing lips light, and nose upturned, to caress your hair and ears.. ah your smell is peace and sunny, your warmth keeps the winter air away, our passions flare, kisses, hugs, hands caressing and exploring, looks of longing, not lust, just a quiet desire of longing for a friend and lover. ah to feel you close, and know you are here, and we together, clasped in passions shared, of need for love and holding, like two peas of a pod, together, friends, lovers, buddies and more, talk we do together, of wit and wisdom we do talk. and concerns, of loves and lifes, and how to get more than we have. Shared comments, and dreams unfolding, or just fantasies for the darkness of our longing, never to explore our passions shared always denied, but they, but given for life long, as friends close, together always for one and each other, buddies. Mike 2003 ---------P-Hooters Sight: loved seeing your lovely face and form,inspires me to enjoy the day, of assholeand idiots, bitches and morons..It lightened the day, by the beauty of a women,of graces many, to give me hope fora better day, or just a good start.. Mike2004 ------P-HandlesHair long and lucious, smile of white, nose that perks upand cute.. working on it..Ah lady dear, of far you traveled,light of frame, bright of smile,hair long, falling like rivers of darkness,eyes small and light of heavens bliss,shoulders bare to the air and kisses,hugs and touches of care,body hot like passions kiss,ah to hold you close,and smell your breathkissing lips light, and nose upturned,to carress your hair and ears..ah your smell is peace and sunny,your warmth keeps the winter air away,our passions flare, kisses, hugs,hands carressing and exploring,looks of longing, not lust,just a quiet desire of longingfor a friend and lover. ah to feel you close,and know you are here, and we together,clasped in passions shared,of need for love and holding,like two peas of a pod, together,friends, lovers, buddies and more,talk we do together, of witand wisedom we do talk. and concerns,of loves and lifes, and how to get morethan we have. Shared comments,and dreams unfolding,or just fantasies for the darkess of ourlonging, never to explore our passions sharedalways denied, but they, but given for lifelong, as friends close, together alwaysfor one and each other, buddies.Mike2003 ------P-Hairy LegsWould love your hairy legs next to mine,and see your unmade up face next to me in the mornings light..abrigon: like velcro, we do mix, hair to hair, stuck as long..Strong and unbroken..Mike2003?------ ============POETRY I: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 haveis hope and a dream for more than this mortal framecan have, but in hope I find a purpose, a direction,and my dreams a reason to go on, day and day, hourand hour, and on until one day my feet can move nomore, falling one in front of the other, and lay downand rest my head on the gentle hills of home and dreamof you my lady love once more.But until the time is here, I can not think of you forthe pain it brings to me, I can not think of your sweetcaress, the smell of your hair, and the feel of your bodynext 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 heartwill flutter and fly into worlds of fantasy and illussionbeyond all reality and hope for peace, and all I want todo is to behold you once again, but in this I have pledgedto never see you again, to talk to you, to know of whatyou do, and why, so in my honor and my word I deny youtotally and blank you from my mind totally.For denying you for now is the only answer I know, and inthis I write these words to work it out and let others knowof loss love and to hope for a better day when I can beholdyou in all your loveliness and see the light in your eyesonce again, and hope it is for me you see, and for me you doshine with such light that the stars and sun are no match,but alas that day will never come but in my mind andillusions. So this I pray for all my days to just let it be,and forget you for now and pray for another day. Mike AdamsApril 24 1998 (For Kim, hell was not having her, but knowing I hurt her was hell as well.) ========POETRY J:P-Joyous SoulsI see you there,the flow of your bodyglides my eyesto see you allto know you moreto see your eyesand delve into themand know you and holdyou close, toslide my hands aroundyour body lusciousand feel the warmnessof your hands on my assand mine on yours,we we draw each othercloser and feelthe bodies as onecombined as onemoving as oneknowing the smellswarmth and joyof you, knowing youfully, as cloths slideto the ground andand all that keepsour souls apart.Souls that wish to betogether as onejoined as one.in joyous music.or just mutual lustshared as one,moving as one,pleasuring each otherfully, as one.Mike2007 ------P-Janismy heart says many things, but I am controlled..ah sweet angel of my mind and heart,to behold you in your glory, clothed or naked,it is the same, for the soul behind the screen enfiresme to passions untold.. to join with soul to soul,heart to heart, passion to passion, eyes drinking,bodies close and warm, hands clasped and lipslocked in passions bliss..Mike2003------P-JessicaJessica, to see her is to know paradise for her faceand smile speak of the soul within, the beauty of theexternal mirrors the internal. The internal is litheand lean full of clean, loving and blissful in her quietbut reserved way, but on the dance floor and she comesalive, moving soft and swift, fast and to the rythemof the music like she was born of music, her graceand style inspire me in ways not of lust, but of loveand respect, desire but not lustful but to be her partnerin the dance forever and a day, to shine together as oneand to know all secrets as one until the stars fallsaway and nothing can be said, but it was love thatfell from the sky, when I see her there before me.And I here, quivering but strangely inspired to saymany things, but falling short for to think of her,I fall speechless but in wanting to know her, I finda voice a voice I find with few, a voice of a poetwhose muse has come and stands before him in all herglory and grace, the sight of her face, would cause mydeath if she so willed it, but she does not for she isgentle in her beauty and grace in her face, and her touch..Mike2003 ------P-JackhammerYes, rip that velvet.. spread the seed deep inside that passagedark and damp.. to feel your neck, soft and sweet, with tongueand cheek, lips locked and tongues entwined, bodies locked inlovers embrace, flowing with the music of the time and place,space togther, warm and sweet, bodies moving in rythm timed..like spoons bodies entwined, a lump on ass, expanding slowly orfast, but there, ah yes the penis spreading its wings, fullfilling it pants and to be released fast to a hand or mouth orjust the velvet passage of paradise, past the gates of wool andfur, and thru the portal narrow and warm but damp, to spread thelegs of the lover dear, to hear her moans of pleasure and jackhammers slow and gently enter into, and slowly move back andforth, in and out, up and down, faster and faster, in an out,bodies come to gether, slap slap slap goes the balls and theybang with and against the music of the thrusting bodies. One onanother, thrust and slaps, have the been naughty a word is said?Yes, then take that as a hand comes to buttocks and spanks ithard and loving. you have been a very naughty very naughty girl,shall I give you your medication, hard and fast, or slow andtender, or one or the other, I care not, just to feel your bodyquiver in the end, and my cum slams into your pussy or ass, tofeel it jism down your legs is enough for me, the quivering ofyour body to see it laying there, face ashewed in baskingpleasure born of joined lust and sharing bodies close and dearsouls combined and more...Mike AdamsNov 2003------========POETRY K:-------P-Kate (Dearest Kate?) Kate where are you my dearest Kate,I look high and low, and you elude me,the women of my dreams and desires,wants and fires hot and wanting.I look, and pass many along the way,but I can not see you, but know youare there, for I see your foot stepsin the sand, but they go here, and there,and are hidden from time to time,I find them and follow to find them washedaway. Dearest Kate, I lay here next to you,and feel the draw to love you as a manloves his love, and lady for ever more,but in this respect you and your loveto hold back and respect you as a womenand not an object of desire, but of love,desire, respect and joy forever more. Mike Adams2004/2005-------P-KamiKami dear, to knowyou fears and holdyou close to knowthe feel of your warmbody next to mine,to feel your tears slidedown my face to tastethem salty and take theminto me not just not ofbeing but also soul,to take away your hates,fears and love your soul,body and more.To yes, run my handsdown your back and cupyour firm ass and playwith it and pull youup to meet me fully.To kiss your lips andknow your tongue, butmostly to see your eyesand more than justyour thighs, to see thedepth of your souland join not justof penis and pussybut soul to soul,mind to mind and knowan eternity of youand I as one.Even if but aninstant in our timebut timeless.Hair dark, skin whiteeyes lovely and hiddenbut in the finding andseeing is the love anddesire, to know your soulfeel it and you feel mineto feel our bodiesquiver at the touchto know so muchto hold and be heldfor ever and a dayto know not just the fleshbut the body, souland spirit and joinas one until an agepasses us by and thestars burn out andall is left but ourlove to rekindle theuniverse, and bring loveto it all eternal.Mike2007For Kami D =======POETRY L:------P-Loves Pain In sadness and despairI do rise up from hells depthto shine in skys brightwith hells fires lightto shed the anger and despairand stand in the open air.To throw off the chainsof death and painto give my all to God,Lord and master of allI do cry to the heavensto release me from thismortal bonds and letmy soul shine highinto the skyand bless all withthe lights of my eyesenflamed by the painand agony and sins pastleft behind the veilof love and peace,of faith and love,trust and joinand find blisswith my lover true. Mike2003---------------P-LauraSo damn close,but so damn far...groan.. the agony..So close to paradise I do so sit herelooking but can notsee the paradise of thee..how much I wish tofall for you, and knowthey inner thoughtsand thighs, but realityintrudes and holds meback, for friendshipand love hold me fast..fast here in this chair,maneuvering my selfto hold me back, andnot feel the lust I feelfor you, lust that shallbe denied and heldfast behind strongdoors of respect andlove.. ah lovely, thou dosit there, holding mefast with your smilesand graces, teasingmy senses with yourface and dances..Sorry, lusting for you,so please forgive if soinspired.. you are quitenice and looking goodas well.. pray me dearlady, you do not love mein return, for it is a sadlove to be shared, anddanger intrudes, andmadness ensues..Mike2003 Not sure if Poetry or just ramblings? (some editing 2009) -------P-Love Lust (Unfinished?)Front as in how lovely you arein total, the whole you..A face is just a face,but it is just one partof a whole being,the site of a face leadsto the front and down,and then around,then to touches and tastesand smells of delight..Not only of neck, but hair,of lips, of common things,and often sounds of passionsshared, and times spentsleeping together in a bedtogether and seeingthe mundane things of life..A snore, a breath and more..but yes, also the maturethings. but ..Mike2003--------P-Left RightJesus to the right off me,pothead to the left, hereI am drunk in the middle with you.Mike Adams2005 --------P-Liz CompleteShort and petite, and oh so damn sweat.Short, sexy, smiles like passions explodingand desired in eyes mischief.Body fine and dandy, oh I wish she was handy,to love long and slow, or fast and passionatejust being here, close, to know intimatelyto feel her hands, to know her smaile, taste of lipsand body warm. and share in the exploration ofdesires shared and even unkknown, to learnwhat each needs and wants and do it, explore itand expand into each other and know each partintimate..To feel here riding me, like a wild filly,her nipples so damn close to be tasted likeripe fruits but her breasts riding up and downin time to out passions shared, ride the ponyGOD ride they pony. To feel her pussy tightenaround my hard cock, to feel her suck the lifeout of it, ah yes I quiver.. Damn, your goodyou naughty little vixen you, I exclaimwith moaning breath. Ah yes.. to feel her bodyquiver, with passions expressed.But to love and pleasure her, to know her wants,desires and needs and bring them forth,satisfy them wach in turn, to bring her topassions peak and beyong and expand eachin the sharing.To stare into your eyes, to smell your scent to feelthe heat build as our hands move to each other, to claspand begin to move to the music, to find the music movingus closer, and closer until we are one body on the dancefloor. Moving as one, until ...can you feel my hands on your firm ass, touching, squeezing,careesing it to the time of the music, my breath on our shoulder,my lips teasing, almost touching.To guide you with the stiffness in my groin, rubbing shifting for you..Moving across the floor as one, up and down, no one knowingwhat we are doing and how it feels.. Teasing your right palm..Feeling your nipples against my chest.. Wanting so much to justfuck it, get naked and not caring who sees or what happens,just to go for it, to strip cloths off as we move and you jumpin my lap, to land just so..with wild abandonment, to slide down the willing shaft, desiringyour warmth and moist garden of love and lust.. Hair cascadingdown you back, and you scream and I moan, YES.Coming together as one.. But reality is here.. We know whatwe want, but ...Oh yes. I moan, I so love your mouth, your tongue playing itlike a harp of heaven, but wanting more and more until...Damn, you love front, top? I love the image of you on top,sliding your loving moist pussy over my shaft, guiding it in,and your lovely nipples and breasts firm, for my view andteasing pleasure. To tinkle and pinch them. Moving my thumband fingers, in a slight and gentle movement, like uncorkingyour passions.Mike2008/2009-----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.. Mike2003 Rewrote 12/07/03 ----------P-Lady Olumide: Lady hot, of body and of smile,hair dark and skin mysterious..oh she stands there, and I noticebut she is there, for entrancedam I, by her smile, how it beamsand affects all.. Mike2005--------------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 sightand senses and brings about a joyful pleasureto 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 keyand where is the gate? ah yes, the hgardens gate, behind aforest 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 Adams09/06/04 ------P-Lost SunshineHere I sit, my head in my hands,wondering how the day has gone away,how I lost her, and never noticed tilnow that she was gone, my sunshine,my life my dreams is gone, and I knownot when she was gone, just that she is gone..Oh to scream, would it do well to scream,or just stand here bleeding of woundsinflicted, self or others, need it notmatter? For I die slow and lonely, withblood seeping out from wounds a plenty,so should I scream, or just die..Mike2005--------P-Lady LoveNite my sweet ladyof the nite, andarctic snows,how can I love ye,in ways unknown,and known, thrupaths unsown,mountains to beclimbed, andforest paths unwalkeduntil on a mountainof love and delight,minds and bodiesmeet together foreternity and a day,joined as one,eternal.Mike Adams05/26/04------ ----------------P-LanternA Lantern burning bright take the anger from my sightremove this man who beats me so and make him pay for all to knowThat I am dead and all shall know that he took me and destroyed meslowly with word and threats of hands and fist and just controlwith money, and emotions foul and conivingA lantern was held up in loving hands of family and friendsbut how to go to it or even leave the darkness behind, to stay andbe controlled and beaten but its all I know? He loves me, justdoes not know how to show it, or some crap like that or is itjust a little girl, in the dark, alone and no help to guide herThere must be more a safe place to be to find anotherbetter for you someone to not hit you abuse you, and use youto not be controlled and beaten even if beaten in mind and soul.Held down and kept down controlled by words and thoughts andarms strong or just kept like an animal not loved but usedabused most foul. A spirit dead from years of mental anguishor just not loved or not pretty enough or of drugs, and alcoholsome inside and some outside Lack of respect for selflack of joy in ones blessing to leave the darknessand take a small step but that step is agony for will he find mehurt me, beat me, abuse me tease me, let me go and findme and bring me back like some animal or worse, I go back to himfor he is all I know, all I have known, and I fear all I will know.But there is more, or is this just a dream, a dream that is fadingby the hours and days.. I am trapped but held here notby force, but by my own fear? Or just insecure of my blessingand beauty and knowing I am worth more than this crap.I am not a trouphy my children are not to be harmed but they arehurt by mommys beatings. Why do I go back but how to leave, no moneyno place to go, he will hunt me down and bring me back with friendsthat will help him and I have none? Where shall I go, who will I be withwhere will my children go and be safe God he has a knife and I haveto run but where?To the lantern held high and bright by loving and knowing handswho take you in and hold the darkness at bay, and help you healwounds deep and numbing but always there.2006Still working on it. -----------------P-LauraSo damn close,but so damn far...groan.. the agony..So close to paradise I do so sit herelooking but can notsee the paradise of thee..how much I wish tofall for you, and knowthey inner thoughtsand thighs, but realityintrudes and holds meback, for friendshipand love hold me fast..fast here in this chair,maneuvering my selfto hold me back, andnot feel the lust I feelfor you, lust that shallbe denied and heldfast behind strongdoors of respect andlove.. ah lovely, thou dosit there, holding mefast with your smilesand graces, teasingmy senses with yourface and dances..Sorry, lusting for you,so please forgive if soinspired.. you are quitenice and looking goodas well.. pray me dearlady, you do not love mein return, for it is a sadlove to be shared, anddanger intrudes, andmadness ensues..Mike2003Not sure if Poetry or just ramblings? some editing 2009)-----------P-Lady Chocolate hello my dear rose ofdelicious chocolate,how can a knight serve you?shove a sword through myheart ney dear, for to shoveone would kiss you and thatwould be tradedy most heinois,for I love you more thanany being of mortal life.ah my dearest lady, to lookinto the pools of your eyesand know that it is not yourthighs I want but our loveand soul, to share and joinwith for ever more.. yes,my dear you are a hottie,and got a body that neverends my lust, but love youmore for the way to thinkand your depth of soul. Mike ---------P-LUSTHow 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..Or, her hair like darkness falling to shoulders bare, and white.Like rivers of ebony, on 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 awayof the times together, locked as lovers. To kiss her lips onceagain, 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 acrossthe room, from door to bedroom dark, we did ride until wefind peace in side each others hearts, minds arms and soul.and blissfully asleep in each others arms, to greet the dayand know the night was paradise unbound.to sadly part to our parts in the play of life..Mike Adams2003---------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.. Mike2003P-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 timesspent sleeping together in a bed together and seeingthe mundane things of life.. Like a snore, a breath and more..but yes, also the mature things. but ..Mike Adams11/27/03P-Love Lust (Unfinished?)Front as in how lovely you arein total, the whole you..A face is just a face,but it is just one partof a whole being,the site of a face leadsto the front and down,and then around,then to touches and tastesand smells of delight..Not only of neck, but hair,of lips, of common things,and often sounds of passionsshared, and times spentsleeping together in a bedtogether and seeingthe mundane things of life..A snore, a breath and more..but yes, also the maturethings. but ..Mike2003----------P-Lady of Light:Her eyes do warm the soul, to bringlight to this darkness, to break the shacklesof depression and anger, her eyesto pierce the gloom, and break the chainsthat bind his soul to the darkness..She walks in grace, down the stairs ofhis prison, to find him, to cast away the darknessand 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 filthand degradation, but she has but to touch him and it allfalls away like a dream once had, but forgotten in the daysbefore birth..He stands up, his shackles fall away as he reaches to herand 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 abovethe other, shared loves, passions, desires, hopesand dreams.. together for an eternity and a day,never apart even when not together.. Bliss foundand never lost.. For even past deaths door they gotogether, forever and more.. Mike Adams2005----Rewrote 12/07/03Original (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)------- ----------P-Long Distance Love: To cute the man says,the women replies, yes,but you love me anyways,yes and more, but howto keep my self offthe floor from loving you,for you are there, andI am here, and the flooris closer, than the door,how to love another sofar away, to kiss and hug,to touch and tease,to know her as a womenand a friend, with outthe knowing the eyes,the soul, the joyof her sighs, the lookof her hair, the knowingshe is there and he is there,two bodies, two souls apartbut connected by wires and glass,distances far but love shared.Mike Adams2008? ========POETRY M:P-My Denial First I deny my lovethen my dreamsthen my hopethen myselfwhat will I have left?Nothing but my denialto keep me warm. Mike Adams 1998--------P-MaskA manor womenA lookeyes darkdead creepybut hidingbut whatpain angerlove losttrust abuseda little childlost and abandonedforced to be darkto hate allto force all awayby eyes darkand dead.2006still working on but got to find more fun things to write about. ------P-My Muse: What is my muse, you drive me from the deeps, and rise me to the heavens and beyond, and then with no notice, you drive me back into the oceans deep and dark, to wonder why, what didI do to deserve this torment, I who loves you more than anything, who is your lovers and fan beyond all others. Why do you torment me so, what did I do to deserve this, to taste the life beyond the dark and forbidden oceans depth, to see the light and more, and then not to rest in its light, but crash down like a whale sounding back into the depths, cold and alone once again.. Why are you so cruel my muse, what must I do to join you once again, and know your sweet caress? What? I have asked many a time, to have no answer, until you strike me like lighting and up I rise once again, to know the thrill and joy of rising, rising, higher and higher, with no care of what will happen once I have risen high, into the sky, I think of it not, for to know your scent, your touch, your inspiration is all I live for, for I have the hope that you will need me onceagain, and call on me, even if in a cruel state, I know you are mine, and I am yours forever more, until death takes me in the end, and I pray to be your lover more.. On to the end of time, and beyond.. For what am I, but yours, and you are mine, my muse, fast and cruel, but joyous beyond any drug of man. I scream for you, I live for you, I need you, thou you seem need me not, but what hope have I? What hope? I scream to the light high above unseen but remembered, what hope, a dim one yes, but still one.. So I sit hear in the dark, waiting,waiting, with memories of the light and you my muse.. Waiting for your call, your touch so sweet like the first loves caress, for who are you, but my first and now only love, for no women of women can call me like you do, can touch me likeyou do, can reach inside me and draw me out and up like you do.. What kiss born of mortal women can spur me on, up and up, into the heavens high, and make we wish for you my love. No mortal women is of such a beauty as you, what powers they have pale compared to you my lady love, my muse so like gossemer, fleeting like mist in mornings first caress. But leaving a taste for more, please my lady dearest call me, I plead, for without you my dear, I am nothing, but a mortal man, locked in mortal darkness, only with your touch can I extendbeyond the mortal, and onto the immortal, only for your love do I live, I strive, I drive on into the dark once more, with sweet thoughts of you and the hope of you. So please come back my muse, I need you or I do die, a death untold, and slow, knowing the joy I once had with just thesight, to taste, the touch, the smell of you, but now I have nothing but bitter memories, of heavens bliss, and shame at the loss of you. Mike Adams 20 April 1998. I can write more, but I have to sleep, for my muse has worn me out...Boy I can be a real moronic sap. Mike Adams 2001Last lines added 2001 or so, not sure, copied from 2nd edition -------P-My Muse (2nd): What is my muse? You drive me from the deeps, and rise me to the heavens and beyond, and then with no notice, you drive me back into the oceans deep and dark, to wonder why? what did I do to deserve this torment? I who loves you more than anything, who is your lovers and fan beyond all others. Why do youtorment me so, what did I do to deserve this, to taste the life beyond the dark and forbidden oceans depth, to see the light and more, and then not to rest in its light, but crash down like a whale sounding back into the depths, cold and alone once again. Why are you so cruel my muse, what must I do to join you once again, and know your sweet caress? What? I have asked many a time, to have no answer, until you strike me like lighting and up I rise once again, to know the thrill and joy of rising, rising, higher and higher, with no care of what will happen once I have risen high, into the sky, I think of it not, for to know your scent, your touch, your inspiration is all I live for, for I have the hope that you will need me once again, and call on me, even if in a cruel state, I know you are mine, and I am yours forever more, until death takes me in the end, and I pray to be your lover more.. On to the end of time, and beyond.. For what am I, but yours, and you are mine, my muse, fast and cruel, but joyous beyond any drug of man. I scream for you, I live for you, I need you, thou you seem need me not, but what hope have I? What hope? I scream to the light high above unseen but remembered, what hope, a dim one yes, but still one. So I sit hear in the dark, waiting, waiting, with memories of the light and you my muse. Waiting for your call, your touch so sweet like the first loves caress, for who are you, but my first and now only love, for no women of women can call me like you do, can touch me like you do, can reach inside me and draw me out and up like you do.. What kiss born of mortal women can spur me on, up and up, into the heavens high, and make we wish for you my love. No mortal women is of such a beauty as you, what powers they have pale compared to you my lady love, my muse so like gossamer, fleeting like mist in mornings first caress. But leaving a taste for more, please my lady dearest call me, I plead, for without you my dear, I am nothing, but a mortal man, locked in mortal darkness, only with your touch can I extend beyond the mortal, and onto the immortal, only for your love do I live, I strive, I drive on into the dark once more, with sweet thoughts of you and the hope of you. So please come back my muse, I need you or I do die, a death untold, and slow, knowing the joy I once had with just the sight, to taste, the touch, the smell of you, but now I have nothing but bitter memories, of heavens bliss, and shame at the loss of you. Mike1998/2004For Kim O’Connor, care full what and when you ask for something, you may get one thing and in the process lose the chance of another.. -------(wrote for a former co-worker, to send to her deployed fiancee). -------P-My Little Soldier Boy: My little soldier boy thou you are far away, you are always close to me. I dream of you, I think of you, day in and day out. I lie awake at night and wonder why I can not sleep. I just have to feel next to me to know the answer, for the bed is cold, and has just a reminder of yours and our scent from the time we were together, it lingers in my mind and makes my heart a flutter to think of you and our last time together, in our bed. When I finally sleep, I awake a sudden with feelings of panic, then I know why, for you are not here to protect, cuddle and keep me warm through out the night, to calm me with your sweet breathing as you lay asleeping. So asleep I return to dream of you, my lips crying paining for your lips, my lungs gasping for you, my heart beating like giant drums in motion to remembered love, longing to exploding like artillery with you. I know you will return, and hold me close, thou just a call away, it seems to like so far, and it is not enough, I need you here beside me against the cold night, giving me love in your special way, holding me close, so close I am you and you are me, joined in blessed harmony. So I wait until the day you return to my waiting arms and beating breasts, so we can be together flesh to flesh, lips to lips soul to soul, and celebrate the days and nights into eternity. Return home soon my little soldier boy, your women is waiting for you!May 1998Mike Adams ----------P-MY SECRET LOVE(R): My dearest love, to see your face once again to feel your naked bodynext to mine, to kiss your luscious lips to have hands around your sofull hips to draw you near and I to you to feel your breath on myshoulders to feel your warmth next to mine to have you feel myexcitement rise to meet you, to share a subtle moment once again, tofind 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 youand caress and bring you to the heights of passion once again. To knowthe mounds of your breasts and the chocolate tips aroused from my touch,to enter your lovely forest and pacify the guardian with kisses andteasing from my tongue to give gift to you, slowly entering the forestcave, 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 joyousrhyme that only two can share, to meet you thrust with thrust, tastewith taste, touch with touch, to finally feel you grip me with musclestaught exploding from my loving. To love you in oh so many way sometimesslow, sometime fast and often moving around like a corkscrew matchingyour hips for every movement, until we explode together and share thestuff of life together to fall together in spent passions, but not doneyet, for love is more than animal passions, but of loving touches,caresses, and teasings. Talking and gentle words exchanged until finallywe sleep together in a single bed, arm in arm, body joined to body,sweat mingled and kisses covering all we sleep the sleep of passionsend, but only for a time, for we awake to hear our breaths combined, andcuddles given and nuzzles needed. We love once more and another andanother 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 wehave shared and the hopes we have shared. Your Secret Love for now thisis all I can give you, but until we met, think of me laying next to youand tell me more of you and yours so I may know them well, so I may loveyou as you desire and give you my all.Love .... Mike --------P-MINERVA: Eyes intense, like light house beacon in the nite. Smile that lights a room, hair that flows down to shoulders bare, hips that speak of many things, but mostly of holding close with dancing cheek to cheek, glasses cute and nerdy but sweet, neck that begs to be kissed, but soft and slow, tasted and savoured for days and years and more. Until eternity passed into the next and souls entwined for ever more. Mike Adams2000?For Minerva, wow!---P-Melissahair of gold, short or held back, eyes brown and lovely like a does, nose, kissable,and lovable, lips, small and smiling, lighting up the room for me to see the rest of her,ah the delight of her face, her neck, her ears, her shoulders bared to my sight, to holdher close and let her know, that it is all right to cry, or fear, or feel, but good to let go..you remind me of a cheerleader, full of energy, of smiles and cheer..Mike2004------P-MelodyMelody, how to describe her,but as a song, a song of lovelynotes, a tune most gentleand lovely. A melody thatcarries thru the head, heartand soul until the end of all,for she is Melody and is a song.Mike2005 --------P-Mistress Oh sweet mistress, live and fair, hair to they ass so tight,to love you is to need you, to need you to want you,to want you is to give you all, my heart, my soul, my being,money and posessions all, for but a nite with you,to kiss with you sweet and slow, long and hard,passions shared as one, to know thy bliss and they kiss,body warm and shared, how can I not want it more and more?MikeMay 2004-------P-Mistress MischiefIn 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 hertime. How to worship at your alter, or die trying. How can I love you,with pain, and delight, of love and caress, or look and delight,of touch and sight, or soul and more, of kiss and caress, 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 andenjoy the heat, warmth and pleasure of your rays and times, but darknesscomes to quick, and I am cast down back into the pit of my own doubt,and lonely soul. Trapped once again, until you fall, fall into this darknessto light it up, to give it hope, truth, knowledge, and more..But until then, I sleep..Mike Adams2004 -------P-MonieHer smile, lights the room. Thy eyes lovely and deep,her nose perky and lovely, her neck exposed to the airand perfumed and tasting like paradise, her shoulder,leading the delights of her breasts, exposed to mine eyes,and delighting to the sight, ah to be lost in them,her smile, to kiss her lips, soft and slow, tonguesprobing and giving promise to other things.To hold her close, to smell her scent, and the bloodpounding from the exposer, to hold her close, and knowher warmth, her hands around me, and mine around here,nothing exists but us two. Together as one. hips movingslow, lips locked.. teasing flesh, tasting each other,inch and inch, delighting in the feel of the skin, astongue glides over skin, soft and smooth..I do love your smile, dear lady, the light in your eyes,eyes that are also sad in some way.. to know you desperation,and to be your inspiration, is all a man can crave, to be loved,to love, to give his soul to her, and she to him, together as one,so that even death is not a parting but temporary..To wonder, who is this woman, I do see before me, friend, foe,lover, demon, family, loved one for an age, or passing love,only time shall tell.. one chance, is limited, but such is life,but only one chance.. to hold one close, to be partners, to knowher thoughts, and she his.. to be bound together, to share thefuture, past and present, passions shared, not only the lovingof the bed, but the loving of sharing each others space, time,future and fate..Please no lower lady dear.. for the lowering of the sunis my soul descending into deaths land of darkness and despair,the sun lowering below the horizon, and she is gone.. but pleaserise again my dearest sun. For in your light, I grow.. I theseed, you the sun, time the earth.. all is needed for the growingof the idea, the plant, the concept, the love, the desire,to need, to waking moments and dreams shared.. have I help youarise, your heart no longer heavy? helped you.. may I see moreof your beauty? picture, drawings, words, voice and more?Mike2004 -----P-Morning Star (for Amy Bredan)Dear, you are hot, not just of face and body, but of soul and mind.To know you is to love you, but as a friend, and joy in my darknessLike an imp of paradise, you are there, short and sweet, lipspouted out, and eyes drawing all in, shy but lovely maximum.Hard to explain it all, for when I see you, my mind goes blank.All is lost in the enchantment of seeing you, of knowing youbut more than desire of mind, or body, and soul, but peace.Like times spend in heaven, before I was born, peaceful and lightA fairy of my fantasies, love and joy, and joy of times spendin heaven, before birth, remembered by seeing you again.a fairy of my fantasies, of love, and joy, of times spent inheaven, times long gone but remembered in soul rememberedbut mind blank, for tongue is tied and lungs unable to draw breath,for all is locked in looking and taking in the beauty of your soul..But mostly just happy to have you as a friend, a candle in thedarkness of my life, and to know that candle is a warm and gentlelight, and brings peace, happiness and joy, when thought anddreamed of.. For to much is pain and anger in this worldand to see a gentle flame in the gloom, and joy untold,joy just in the knowing and having as a friend and buddy close.Mike2006For Amy -------P-MorrigenMorrigen, avenge me, she screams, with last breath, save me from thisdemon made flesh. a mortal man, whose hate for me is most foul?What did I do to deserve this I ask of him with no reply, for he has none..Save me and mine from the torment he brings to us, the lost child, the lost love,the dead who scream in agony. The living lost in death, for not knowing,are they dead, in torment, or what?Morrigen a women tall and dark, hair and visage, like a raven intent on pray,she stalks her prey, those far from innocent stalks, not a innocent one, but pray most foul.Morrigen like a goddess, a women dark of hair and visage. like a raven tall and strong, with eyesthat pierce the darkness.. To bring the unknown guilty to the light of truth, with mind and spirit.Knowledge and cunning, wisdom and persistance, to give the victims peace, their families hope,and those affected a sense of closure.Morrigen we cry to drive the demons away, not ones of spirit and nature biblical, but onesmost foul and mortal.. Mortal ones, who prey and hide, who slither in the darkness, who rise upand slaughter, hurt and maim, driving those who protect to madness.. Madness of frustration of egos crossed and battered minds, so to Morgan we fly to find the guy, or who she is, what they know and feel, to profile them and draw the shades from the abyss of ignorance, and bring them to the light, of truth, and justice, most swift. To burn them in holy light. by hells fire and drivethem from our mind and fears, to draw away the anger, and pain and agony of their victims,give them peace of knowing they can walk the streets and by ways, to love again, to touchagain, to feel again, and breath deeply and feel not danger at every step.And just feel safeMike Adams2005 (2006)For a buddy.. Find who he or she is, and bring them to justice, please..Morrigen was three women, ravens.. Chooser of the slain, the worthy..it is okay my dear warrior one of the three, chooser of the slain and warrior of blood. of the Morrrigan.. -----P-Musing GateA muse in form to my mind,and hormones raging, atthe sight of profiles pic,which is revealing but teasingto the sight and sensesand brings about a joyfulpleasure to my mind and soulat the viewing.. Ah yes,makes me want to suck on something..or exploring with handsand hips other places..To share a movement of hipsshared, and hands touching,and moving.. Kkisses and lipstasting each others flesh, and teasing..tongue teasing nipplies hardand brown, tasting and teasing,holding with lips soft and gentle,in and out.. cloths moves just such,removed fast and furious, or by handsexploring or ripping.. falling to a heapon the floor, bodies soon after..Warmth shared as sweat comesand mingles, smells waffling.. andpassions shared.. ah yes, it is free,now I am the key and where is the gate?ah yes, the gardens gate, behind a forestlight and blonde, with gates partedgentle with hands, and yes the key holeis shown.. and teases, slow or fast?Vibrated or teased by lips and tongue?until after time eternal, we fall, to bedand sleep slow and gentle, carressinggentle and slow, as we drift off to sleep..Mike Adams12/04 ---------P-Muslim WomenYour eyes liketwin beaconsin the darkness,guiding husbandto home and kidsto prayer, strongand stern, andlovely beyondall hope ofunderstanding..For a Muslim woman.Mike2003----------P-My DenialFirst I deny my lovethen my dreamsthen my hopethen myselfwhat will I have left?Nothing but my denialto keep me warm.Mike Adams1998 ================POETRY N:P-NicoleNicole a goddess,working hard and lovelyin ways she knows not.Not ones of bodyand build but of hardcore working, of caringfor children and managingthings most wouldor could not do.Of Dora her dog,and buddy, baby too.To nieces and nephews.But most off all,she is a Goddessnot of body for sheis more than justa body, she is a person,a being of respect andvigor that any manwould be happyto know and loveand most of all beloved by her.To be loved or just accepted by..Mike Adams200?(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!Mike2006 --------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 Guenevier or lady of the grail.Mike Adams2002-----P-Nadine:To numb to think of more than how lovely you are,the hair of fires hot and passionate, the lips red asblood, the eyes firm and resolute, the silouette that makesmy blood rise up in a torrent of desire but knowing the brainbehind the things of sight, cools it to loving respect, andjoy at the knowing and talking, of seeing and holding orjust beholding, with home of holding one close, knowing yourwhispers, snores, cooes and cuddles, of just knowingyou live and exist, to feel you next to me and I nextto you you happy in all things and I happy in helping yoube so happy..Mike07/28/2005 --------P-Native Women One Flaw In Native WomenNative Women have strengths that amaze men.They bear hardships and they carry burdens,but they hold happiness, love and joy.They smile when they want to scream.They sing when they want to cry.They cry when they are happyand laugh when they are nervous.They fight for what they believe in.They stand up to injustice.They don't take "no" for an answerwhen they believe there is a better solution.They go without so their family can have.They love unconditionally.They cry when their children exceland cheer when their friends get awards.They are happy when they hear abouta birth or a wedding. Their hearts break when a friend dies.They grieve at the loss of a family member,yet they are strong when theythink there is no strength left.They know that a hug and a kisscan heal a broken heart. Native Women come in all shapes, and sizes.They'll walk, run or ride on horse back far justto be with you, that is how much they care about you.The heart of a Native woman is whatmakes the world keep turning.They bring joy, hope and love.They have compassion and ideas.They give moral support to theirfamily and friends.Native Women have vital things to sayand everything to give.HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN NATIVE WOMEN,IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH. Mike Adams2005 (supposedly wrote the above, but . barely remember) ----------------------P-Numb: Feel whatnothingfor all isdead, allis goneno feelingsnothing there Mike Adams2006 ======POETRY O:-----------P-OF LOVE: Of love I know only her dark side,the waiting, the longing the desireand despair, hoping to meet my love,of whom I know her not, but I will knowher when, to see her is to know my lady love,the gentle love and not of the pain of love Ihave felt so often past. Mike Adams1999-------P-Of Lovers: Ah to look in eyes of light and see love reflected backto another and to you my dear, my lady love I do screampassions shared and bodies entwined she walks throughthe door her emotions are strong for him he looks intoher eyes as she walks to him she puts her arms aroundhim and he kisses her, passionately she kisses him backboth know what is going to happen they embrace eachother lovingly they know what is about to happen Oh War,who is it good for? A question asked by many. What is itgood for? Economy I can ask? Life, not likely.Mike Adams200?(Inspired by another who helped. Sadly forget who. Meg I think.)--------------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 spiriteand soul, three of beauty of the times spent as one, andfutures seen together as one.. Two together, boundas one by the third. Mike 2003 -----Written for someone who wanted a poem: P-One Night of Love:Dear, one night was all we had. A night of bliss, of touchcuddles, fondles, and souls coming together as one.But the in our passion was tragedy for fate toreus apart, leaving wounds un-healing.Love, lust, desire and bonding is still here,nagging at me pushing me to share once more in waysno persons can stand. But we must stay apart.But in this is the tragedy you are there and I am herewe know why we can not share more and it hurts, scars mysoul, and dooms me to knowing you are there, I am herealways as one, joined as one Never able to be one again. My bed it full but it is not you, I wish it wasbut you know why. Does not mean I can notfantasize, wish, want, and desire, but in thisis the tragedy for it dims all around memakes all dull and grey. Going through the motionsof living and caring. A walking dead personbleeding slowly through small wounds but deadly.Sapping the life from me My soul dead and darkknowing it can be full and alive once againbut no hope is the answer and remedy.Night my love of a night and forever. Mike2008 -------P-OF DRAMA:Oh of drama much is said. Of life, and death, abuse and pain, theatre and attention she stands there head in hand. I need attentions she screams, so drama comes like a beaten dog. from far to near. Attend me now my lover, I am in need. SEE ME TOUCH ME she screams, beat me, hate me, but know that I am here, for drama is my lover and ally and all shall fall before us... And it will make her day, even if all falls apart around her, for it adds to the power of the drama. She will have DRAMA. And this you will know to your regret oh man or women of soul and flesh. So man of flesh, you alone against this beast, and drama is its name. So now run fast and hard and never look back, for drama is on your heels, snip snip snip it nips are your soul, slow and insidious or fast like flames atomic, but the end is the same a burned out corpse, with life sucked out and she moves on and cares not, for she feed her drama. He was an ass, she will say, but she knows in her heart of hearts she is death, she is pain, and she is DRAMA most of all. Drama, rotund and greasy, well fed by years of agony and pain, lost loves designed to fail, lost souls and hearts a broken many. She the "Victim" and she plays it well, but how much is she the predator and a beast of anger and hate, of theatre and attention most dark. Is she sick or a sickness? Few can say for she moves on before found out, and fast she moves to the next victim of her lust, and like a vampire cold and dark, she slides in like a light, and seduces with words of whoa, I was beaten, and abused she says, but in truth, she abused and beat him down, trapped him a web of law, morals, words whispered into ears late at nite, or baby born for reasons of control, and lies woven slow and strong. Like a spiders web, to be milk the still living corpse until all life is gone, and she moves on like a rampant horde, to destroy another. So what if he is married, happy. She will slide in, and take it all from him, and destroy all she can, for it feeds the drama.. Mike Adams 07/12/2004 (thank you Michelle and others) -------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. Mike2004 ---------P-Of You To see youto want youto smileand know youto speak andknow you see meto smileand smile backto tease youto touch youto hold youto have youcloseto be with youto know youinside and outtogetherforever evenif just friendsto smile andknow its gracethe smile of yourface, the joyand delight. Mike2005 =======POETRY P:P-Peace or Piece: Peace or pieceof love or deathlove or sex peaceof joy or of deathpiece of hell orpiece of ass for assyou wage war orjust get some. Mike(2005?)------- ========POETRY Q: ========POETRY R: ========POETRY S:P-Solitude From Love: Love, for what sake, to find and lose, or never love, but want and forsake, for ever alone or wish solitude? Mike2006?------P-She is Gone: Man, lays downhead in hands,life is goneshe is dead. Mike 2005-------P-Sunshine: Please my sunshine come back to me,for the darkness cloaks me and binds meand I need your touch, of lightto bring the most from me, and I from you. Please do not take the sunshineof your face from me.The darkness it leaves behindwhen gone is more than anyonecan handle or deal withFor what is lonelinesswith out the sunshineof your face and being. 2007For Linda Neal (Bartlett 1981) ------P-Sticks and Stones Sticks and stones bonesBreak hair pulled love lost death of innocence Love of one of joy and life shared turn to hell and damnation (more coming) Mike Adams 07/12/04-------P-Secret Love (2000?): Yes my dearest Secret Lover, I shall see what I can do for your hearts pleasure. P-MY SECRET LOVE: My dearest love, to see your face once again to feel your naked body next to mine, to kiss your luscious 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 excitement 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 giveit 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 rhyme 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 another 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 MikeCopy Right 1998? Mike Adams -------- P-Saw You I saw you there, and all was lost,for my heart rose to the heavens,and beyond, but fell into darkabandonment when I realized you hadanother already, and I could not beyours and you mine. Mike2005------P-Solitude From Love: Love, for what sake,to find and lose, ornever love, but wantand forsake, for everalone or wish solitude? Mike Adams2005----P-Sweet and Shy: dark of hair, dark of nite,she is revealed to my sight,lady smoking, and eyes tired,sad she seems to be this dark..to dark, but smile small,more to be seen, stress and loving,but lost in darkness.. Mike2005---- ================================================POETRY T:P-To see your Jenny Cry. Johnny drew his pistol,but we still wonder why,why you came back johnnyto see your jenny cry,now there is no tomorrow,there is only yesterday,so why you come back johnnyto see your jenny cry.They babe was born than winters,shes got her fathers eyes,so why you come back johnnyto see your jenny cry.Mike Adams200?various times over the years. For all the Jennys in the world.Sort of a jingle or slow but steady beat. Irish in form------P-TRUE LOVE (2000):What can be said of it, true or illusion.life long dream or just pain looking.the sun lightens me up or darkens melike stygian night so what is true lovespain or joy death or life all I knowis when I find it I will know. Mike Adams2000 ---------P-The Chase: To love you, let me count the ways, to be loved, wanted, needed, desired, and had, to be chases and taken down and held down like an animal, and loved, slow and easy, or fast and hard..--------P-Thinking of You: How can I compare you to anything of mortal man, or of anything of nature other than to you. How can I tell you of my feelings for you, but words escape megreatly when I think of you. So in this I can say, thou you are far away, you are close beside me in all things I do. Yes I am tempted by things of theflesh, but I get thru it by the feelins I feel for you. I have matured in ways I never thought possible from contact with you and I wish for more from you.For my dear, though I am weak, you make me strong and your love for me makes me the strongest man alive. I love you my dear and that is all I can say for aswords escape me soon after thinking of you. So therefore I end this with my kiss, my hugs for you and my thoughts of you, for you fill me up mind, body andsoul.. And it feels good. Mike02 Oct 1998-------P-THERE To see you there, to feel you here, to touch you now, to hold you close, to feel you here, to caress you slow, to know you now, to feel your hands slide and tease, to feel you flesh, to know your soul, your eyes and skin, to shed some cloths, to throw them, to not care where, to kiss you here, and there and all, to share passion, to touch you, to be touched. to feel your thing. to place it there. to ride you hard. and you the same. to know your lust, and I are now, combined as one, to sew the seed, of love and lust, to feel the power, of just a touch, to slide it in, and you on me, to ride me hard, and not to stop, but on and on, for ever more, we are one, you with me, and I for you, together we are, forever as one.Mike2005-------P-THE COURSE: Man Walks, Man Sees, Man Falls, Man in Love, Man be Drunk. She is Gone. Man is Lost. Where is he now? Alone and gone. Mike2006? ------P-Tara: How to write a poem of a lady, who came in the nite, met in the nite and left before the moon came to show its face, to light this lady fare and regal, english of manner and bearing. Tall by means unknown and unsaid, her hair long and dark, her voice smooth and soft, hard to hear but wanted, by ears of a man entrapped by her beauty and grace. Parting came hard but needed, for the time was nie for the parting, for the bean of life had struck at her heart and being, and off she road into the nite, that moonless nite, down roads that he could not follow or dared to follow for in the joy of the meeting was all he could ever hope for, and knew the chasing was doomed to death door and beyond. So he cast the thoughts of more than to know she lived, her journey swift and secure and home to speak of just whispers, but nay that was not to be, for she was but a fantom of love or longing, a shadow that passed into the nite and lite the man with joy of meeting but once, and never more.Mike 2003---------- =======POETRY U: =======POETRY V:P-Vashti of the Flame Red Tresses: Oh my dearest lady mine, for your passinghas emptied my heart, but the memories of youwill be with me forever. The joy we feltin our youth, the times we spent in our middleyears. The things we did here, there and all.Friends we made, times we spent, even whenangry we did it in love. How the feeling I dofeel at your passing, for you my lady of hairso red was me, and I you, a half has gone awayand left me with feelings of what now, not toreplace but the feeling of what now? Who can Iturn to when I need love, carrying, a gentlehand a soft caress, to be told I was wrong andthe love to show me gently. To be there for me,and I for you. Bye my dear lady of flaming hairthat lighted up the darkness of my life, forbefore you there was darkness and now what?Fare well my dear until that day with God/fatesgrace I can join you once again, to walk hand in hand,arm in arm, caress to caress, feel to feeland knowing we will be together always.. Love ...... (Mike Adams 1998)-------- ============POETRY W:P-Walk Together we shall walk the road together,and hold each other up as we walkhand in hand, arm in arm, stridein stride, keeping each other happy,well and strong. Mike 2008(not complete?)-----P-What is Love: What is love,pain and agony,loss and depression,desire and lust.Or joy, and freedom,friends and acceptance,massage and touch,squuezes and teezesA thought, a touch,a squeeze, a tease,a look, an emotion. Or just painunending. Mike2005---------P-Women of My Illusions: oh. sorry. well, dearfrom what I remember,you are poetry, to my mind,a lovely being of face, hair,eyes and neck, body and mind,soul and sexy in a whole way,an illusion of my deluded mind,the hope of a greater thing,that dissipates with themornings sun..Mike Adams200? --------P-Wind Cry oh shall I walk thru the valley of death with out a peak at the gardenof delights that is your mountains of your desire, capped with nipplesbrown like kisses from heaven, an ass that only a god could behold andstay sane, and a garden of rare delights to please the senses, of touch,smell and feel, for it is newly washed in a sea breaze delight of saltand water, and done just right..ah my sweet lady of lovely eyes and thighs, can not a man have a finalnight of bliss in our eyes, and arms and thighs explored, a nite beforemy death on some foreign shore?Shall you give me your precious love, to keep a man alive, and sane asbomb burst, men die and danger to many to name assault me, until cancome home to you, I pray a whole man, to give you what I can nottoday, or shall I have it now?ah colleen, my sweet colleen, give me your garters, linen and lace andlet me explore the garden of delight tonight, or face death.Onto the wind I do cry, why shall I stand here in the dark, who was itthat damned me here, who shall I say and scream to release me fromthis prison dark? But it was I who doomed me here, so who shall I blamefor my death and damnation? Myself is who I cry to, and scream tome your precious love, to keep a man alive, who shall I say and screamto release me from this prison dark? But it was I who doomed me here,so only I shall retreve my soul and dignity from this pit of dispair. Mike Adams2003 ------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 frontand down, and then around, then to touchesand tastes and smells of delight..Not only of neck, but hair, of lips,of common things, and often sounds of passionsshared, and times spent sleeping togetherin a bed together and seeing the mundanethings of life.. Like a snore, a breathand more.. Mike Adams2003-----------Copyright 1998 Mike Adams"True compassion is not just an emotional response but a firm commitment founded on reason. Therefore, a truly compassionate attitude towards others does not change even if they behave negatively."- Tenzin Gyatso----------------http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Poetry-L/ All the world's a stage, And the men and women merely players: They havetheir exits and their entrances And one man in his time plays manyparts. So wrote our friend Bill Shakespeare some 400 years ago in one ofhis most profound observations on the human condition. Yet, we oftentreat this life as if we really are the people we're playing. Imaginehow few troubles we might have if we remember it's only a role we areplaying. All we need do is play it as best we can and then gracefullyexit 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, andsuggest for a future book of mine. Love poetry, but likely tohave more than one book and different types of love. Notflirting. Just needing feed back, any of my poems that youthink would fit in a book of love poetry? -----P-Pain MaximumBeat meNothingWhip MeStill NothingI know you aredoing it, butI feel it naughtfor all I am in painI nothing elsePain maxed out.Mike Adams2006-------P-Poem of a WomenYou are to much like a poem yourself, hairjust right, eyes that light like the moon,nose that is for the delight of the senses,lips full and loving, to be kissed slow andsweet, savored like find wine and food justright. 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 inthe breeze of your sense, from far and close,intimate and passionate..Mike2004nanner_bubblez_n_monkeyz----------P-Of ThreeMany 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.Mike2003------P-PaigeTwo eyes fire and lovetwo moons over old miss.Two sets of lips, both Ilove, but she is more,than this. A soldiera lover, a motherone day, a frienda heart, and beingand more. I love her,and more, to teaseand touch, to loveand squeeze.Love me, how tobe two as one.How you bring youhere, or I thereSo we can be as onelovers inseparablehow to know thewomen, whenhormones rageand lust explodesat the sight of herthe flesh, the sexthe joy of the bodyand seeing, butto see past this Imust, go mad withguilt, for I knowI love her morethan as a lover,or so hot women on cambut as a friend, a buddysomeone to talk ofthings, she of secretsand I of mine. Morethan lovers, but soulmates, of mindscombined, and timeand space shared.But Irony is,she is there andI am here. Toworship her, isto lose her forin the end, allis just lust,and she deservesmore than just lustbut love, giving bya buddy, a frienda mentor, a manmore, but of respectI give, and she inreturn, so how tosolve this quandary?I do just pray forwhat is the end ofthis, but pain, forshe is there, and I amhere and no chanceof more than viaweb and lines of lightno chance of bodiesshared, or tastes,smells and touch thereis none, no knowingher eyes, face to facetogether and knowingof passions in bedshared, so the ironyof life, is the lovewith out hope ofmore, so where shallwe go? To hell ofwanting and nothaving, or friendsforever more andheaven shared.Mike Adams2005 -----P-Nicole: Nicole a goddess,working hard and lovelyin ways she knows not.Not ones of body and buildbut of hard core working,of caring for childrenand managing things mostwould or could not do.Of Dora her dog, and buddy,baby too. To nieces and nephews.But most off all, she isa Goddess not of bodyfor she is more than just a body, she is a person, a being of respect and vigor that any man would be happy to knowand love and most of all be loved by her. To be lovedor 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--------P-Nite Sweet Lady:Nite sweet lady,may I dream of youtonight, nothing eroticor exotic, just a lightin the darkness of light,like a knight of old, my Guinevere or ladyof the grail.Mike Adams 2002 --------P-Pieces:Piece by piecepart by parteach memory apart of a wholea whole that isfalling aparteach time to thinkof someone lostA part goneto the darka dark of alonealone in the darkall gone once knownnow gone into thedark of ...just gone. Barelyremembered now, butonce a life loved.But now just piecesfragments of a wholethat was lovedknown and missedslowly goinggoing gone intothe darkness ofI am not surejust gone.Missed and coldcold and apartfrom the wholeof us, friendslovers, or justfamily but allmissed. somelonged for, lovedlusted afteror just smileslost to timeand memoriesshort and cloudy.Things once intensedull with timebut some naggingon, obsessivein intensityunable to letit go, even fora dangerous priceof all else palinginto nothingness.Pieces falling fromanother life, untilall that is leftis the memoriesthe pain andemptiness of life,all sacrificedto the pain of thefallen and gone.Forced out, castout, all othersfall aside the wayfor nothing isso bright as thedarkness of regretand guilt un-let.Un-let go, and knownfor what it is?Guilt for deedsdone or not donepeople saved orunsaved, or let go?Or just wanderedaway, into the greyWhere did they go?Closure for some,Wondering for othersBut many just wanderedaway and disappearedand all is left isfragmented memoriespieces falling apartby the second untilwhat is left butpieces of a brokenman, on the floor.Alone in the darkWondering who theywas, and why I hurtBut what of themwhere they gowhat pains do theyhave and left.Mike2008 --------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 homehe is no longer welcome. For forces have come to force him out,starvation or flight is his options, he boards the ship, signs themanifest and sheet of servitude indentured.For years will go by until he breaths free, his own air not someoneelse's. To know not a master, but his own life gained again with muchagony and pain. And his question still will be, was she worth it, thatbuxom filly of women, Of a noble house, of a foreign land, of lips ofred rose, of breasts of milky white. Of thighs long and lean, of gardenshaved and dark, and lips both, moist and tongue longing for his kissand passions share, and lips wanting a man to make her women, to showher the pleasures of a man, a lover, and make her a women. Withrivulets of blood at passions share, he took a women not of his classand race and she doomed him and his own for centuries, for it was foundout through tongues a wagging, he was forced to flee into the night andgo to lands. Far and long away and know not the green hills of homenever more.Mike Adams2003-------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 justjust a back rub.. A cuddlea tease, or yes, wild madpassionate sex with someone hot, or two. Mike2005 ---------P-Nadine:To numb to thinkof more than howlovely you are,the hair of fireshot and passionate,the lips red asblood, the eyes firmand resolute, thesilhouette that makesmy blood rise up ina torrent of desirebut knowing the brainbehind the things ofsight, cools it toloving respect, andjoy at the knowing andtalking, of seeing andholding or just beholding,with home of holdingone close, knowing yourwhispers, snores, cooesand cuddles, of just knowingyou live and exist, to feelyou next to me and I nextto you, You happy in allthings and I happy inhelping you be so happy..Mike07/28/2005-------P-Numb:Feel whatnothingfor all isdead, allis goneno feelingsnothing therejust numb.Mike Adams2006 ------P-OlumideLady hot, of body and of smile, hair dark and skin mysterious..oh she stands there, and I notice but she is there, for entrancedam I, by her smile, how it beams and affects all..Mike2005Forhttp://profiles.yahoo.com/seniorgirl_top--------P-On Ruby WingsOn Ruby Wings: hair auburn, eyes blue,she stand before me naked to my sightand I am heaven bound for she an angelof delight a vision of my site, this ladyruby red and blood running in my head,she is lips of red, full and lovely,neck exposed and wishing to be exploredand kissed, sucked on and tasted, inchby inch, mile by mile until I have suckedand pleasured it all, and she is beyondheavens for the pleasure share is on ofmortal men and women, in bed long and hard,sharing each pleasure of the flesh, but bothloving it and enjoying, giving there all andknowing there is more, and wanting to sharewith the other all they are, their soulslocked as one together inseperately, evenwhen apart they feel the other.. on ruby wingsthey slide and glide, come as one, thrust forthrust, touch for touch, moan for moan, untilboth are near death, and wanting still more..Mike2005 --------P-Of JillAh 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 themaround me, and I around her waist, dancing all nite long andfeeling joy together, like nothing ever ends..Oh Jill, to walk up that hill, to fetch the pail of love andknowing, and to walk down the path together, hold hand to hand,so not falling as we walk, finding the path to be smooth andwonderful, and just knowing.. to look face to face, and knowingnot the shell of living, but the spirit and energy of the sublime. Arm in arm, hand in hand, soul entwined, more than body but ofbeing.. 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 intohell, but joyful like heavens bliss. Toe first then ankle sweetand petite, then leg, ah to behold that limb, lithe and muscledfine, 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 calmin 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 thywords slow and sweet and know thy mind, deep and probing, joinedas one, in the breathing of our bodies seperate but souls joined..Mike Adams2003For JillSnowball 1127 --------P-OF LOVE:Of love I know only her dark side,the waiting, the longing the desireand despair, hoping to meet my love,of whom I know her not, but I will knowher when, to see her is to know my lady love,the gentle love and not of the pain of love Ihave felt so often past.Mike Adams1999--------P-Of LoversAh to look in eyes of light and seelove reflected back to another and toyou my dear, my lady love I do screampassions shared and bodies entwinedshe walks through the doorher emotions are strong for himhe looks into her eyesas she walks to himshe puts her arms around himand he kisses her, passionatelyshe kisses him backboth know what is going to happenthey embrace each other lovinglythey know what is about to happenOh War, who is it good for?A question asked by many.What is it good for?Economy I can ask?Life, not likely.Mike2003 -------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 toto have you back?Mike2005(for those dumb fools who have obsessive love, and who should havewalked away). Fuck Me Limerick--------P-Of ThreeMany 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 spentas one, and futures seen togetheras one.. Two together, bound as oneby the third.Mike2003 -----Written for someone who wanted a poem:P-One Night of Love:Dear, one night was all we had.A night of bliss, of touchcuddles, fondles, and soulscoming together as one.But the in our passionwas tragedy for fate toreus apart, leavingwounds un-healing.Love, lust, desire andbonding is still here,nagging at me pushing meto share once more in waysno persons can stand.But we must stay apart.But in this is the tragedyyou are there and I am herewe know why we can not sharemore and it hurts, scars mysoul, and dooms me to knowingyou are there, I am herealways as one, joined as oneNever able to be one again.My bed it full but it isnot you, I wish it wasbut you know why.Does not mean I can notfantasize, wish, want,and desire, but in thisis the tragedy for itdims all around memakes all dull and grey.Going through the motionsof living and caring.A walking dead personbleeding slowly throughsmall wounds but deadly.Sapping the life from meMy soul dead and darkknowing it can be fulland alive once againbut no hope is theanswer and remedy.Night my love of anight and forever.Mike2008-------P-Of Daggers and PensThe agony, my heart, be stillmy beating bleeding heart,for the dagger she rams homeis one of pain, and agonymost dear, with death theresult.. the pain, oh the pain..Drive it home, oh sweatdagger of agony sharpand 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 renderingis the finding,to vision of my soul,laid bare for youto see, or othersin eternity.Mike2004--------P-Mistress Mischief (aka Ana)In your eyes, eyes that flashwith 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 slaughtereach other for a moment of hertime. 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 worldis at an end, for shehas closed the curtains tight,from my heart, and words.ah sweet light, how thoutempts me to look up andenjoy the heat, warmthand pleasure of your rays and times,but darkness comes to quick, and I am cast down back into the pitof 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 Adams2004---------P-AnaMistress Mischief in your eyes,eyes that flash with smiles and frown,with morons and with clowns, withlovers and with friends, to light theroom or strike it down, her eyes smile,her smile smiles, and death has noplace in my heart, for her smile is oflight 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 shehas closed the curtains tight, from my heart,and words. ah sweet light, how thou temptsme to look up and enjoy the heat, warmthand pleasure of your rays and times, butdarkness comes to quick and I am castdown back into the pit of my own doubt,and lonely soul. Trapped once agian, untilyou fall, fall into this darkness to light it up,to give it hope, truth, knowledge, and more..But untul then, I sleep..-------P-AngelHair tight and up, eyes mischief incarnate,eyebrows that inspire, nose perky and bobbied,eats pierce and lickable, hands crossed to hidebehind them, breast firm and lovely, like mountainsof love and joy to the eyes of man, with many thingshidden behind cloths, dark and glitter..Mike2003 ----------P-Angel of HeavenShe stands before me, a creature of heaven,bright and angelic, hair flowing down pastshoulder pale and lovely, eyes bright and fullif life and promise, nose, cute more wouldwaste 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 hiskisses, and tongues and tasting, as his handsclasp around wth hers. Pulling each other close,warmth combined, enflaming, souls that explodeand mingle like snow and fire or of oil with oil..like one being.. They stand, moving together, gliding together as one, cloths sliding off, thrownaway like waste, strewn around the room in theirhaste to come to gether and express theirmutual lust and love.Mike2003-------P-Beat Me Beat me, strip me,whip me, love me,drive me wild,but never driveme broke.. Beat me, whip me,hit me, fry me,even sadists need love.. Mike2006 ------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 mespurn me hurt mespurn me, tease meleave me for dead Mike2005/2007?(work long in progress, many versus)------P-Beat Me More: beat me,whip me,love me,leave mefor dead,neverforget me. beat me,whip me,suck mefuck me,but love itall the same.. hold me,use me,tease andplease me,but neversay good bye for now, is our time,our place, our momentin the sun or justto show each other thepleasures of the spiritand flesh are as one,combined and totally inline, and harmonized extreme.. Mike AdamsDec05------P-BebitaLinda Damn fine women I see before me,hair short and fine, eyes sharp andpiercing, nose rounds and pugly,but far from ugly, one to be kiss andtouched.. Lips lovely and kissing,before my face, I see a beauty,whose lips are great for kissing,for holding and hugging. A smilethat shines into darkness of my heartand draws out the love and delight ofthe site of her sitting before me, full ofform, shoulders to be kissed, ears totasted, eyes to be seen and locked in,for to see them, and her soul, is mydelight and bliss.. Mike2004(2006 edited some)------------------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 andhis lusts and desires, lips full and enticing to make a saintfall from grace to kiss them long and full, tongue entwined,satin tight and formed to fit her tight and silk that shows onlywhat she wants, promising many things.. Mike2004-------P-Bendlyn She stands before me, a creature of heaven, bright and angelitic,hair flowing down past shoulder pale and lovely, eyes bright and fullif life and promise, nose, cute more would waste the words, lipsthat beg to be kissed, long and hard, tasting each inch and part,exploding tongues that entwine like wild snakes, chin that is strongand firm, shoulder bare to his kisses, and tongues and tasting, ashis hands clasp around wth hers. Pulling each other close, warmthcombined, enflaming, souls that explode and mingle like snow and fire.or of oil with oil.. like one being.. They stand, moving together, glidingtogether as one, cloths sliding off, thrown away like waste.. Mike2003---------------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 wishto worship such a being of beauty as you and be inspired foran eternity and more.. wakng but to worship and pleasure heror she with him? starting with your feet, and working my way uplegs of iron, and hips just nicely wide for good love, and breastsshaped to be beheld, neck and shoulders bare to my eyes,and lips, and lips to be kissed long and hard, tongues entwinedand 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 normaldining but for sharing, for exploring, for tasting but not eating aswe know it. as long as you do not mind one piece of mine, thatmay 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 looksthat 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 gatherat the gardern of your sweet rivers of legs, as they come together,to explore the garden and the gates within, and behold the smallpleasure 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 lawnwith my big garden hose..." a loving man, who wishes to sharea moment if at all possible, with a lovely lady!? what happinesscan 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 canexplore each other and live with together, for I would loveto have a warm women like you as a live in roomie/lover.. Mike2004-------------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 downand feed on your bones and blood,you bitch, you whore, abusiveof 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 worththe pain and agonyof enjoying her company,or the blows of anoverly protectiveboy friend.. Mike2004(not a good time in my love life, but it got better)-------P-Brandy How can I compare my love to a single day, for an eternity ofdelight she does present me, her laugh, her sighs, the touch ofher thighs, as I tease her gently with my love, exploring therecesses of her garden of delight, her eyes that flash as wecome together as one, thrust for thrust, scratch for scratch,moan for moan, until with passions shared, we fall together inmoanful bliss, exploding as one being, entwined in lips andbodies 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 awayof the times together, locked as lovers. To kiss her lips onceagain, her neck, and cheeks.. her nose quite fair. To tease herwith my careesses and shared in twined, hips in motion slow anddeliberately, cloths aschew across the room, from door tobedroom dark, we did ride until we find peace in side each othershearts, minds arms and soul. And blissfully asleep in each othersarms, to greet the day and know the night was paradise unbound.To sadly part to our parts in the play of life..Mike Adams2003 (for someone in Fairbanks, who moved to Cali and was lost)--------------------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, orhard as wanted or not.. Mike2004 -------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 yourgaze and beauty by a cruel world..Here, just drawing in the joy of your face, the peace of it, and thecalm of it, to see it for every day until the end is here, would beparadise..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, butlike diamonds, gold and emeralds, you a hot item, wealth beyondmeasure and if I don't get you, some one else ill.. He best be damngood.. 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 andteased, 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-------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 shedoes fly, digging deep and deeper and findall good, and giving, loving and wanting,she digs and finds his soul and wrap herself 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 muchmore, in summers walks, in sun high,or winters walks, cold but warm undercold skys and lights aflutter, northernand more.. Yes, I Alaska, but whereyou like to go?Mike2005-------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 thoughtsof embrace .or just to behold your eyes close and fall into themand kiss your lips full of pleasure and promise, but saying nothing..for the beholding of you drives them deaf and dumb, for their isjust you and nothing more is important.. Mike2004-----P-Lady Chocolate (edited 2009)Hello my dear roseof delicious chocolate,how can a knight serve you?But to shove a swordthrough my heart? Nay dear,for to shove one would kissyou and that would be tragedymost heinous, for I love youmore than any being of mortallife.Ah my dearest lady,to look into the poolsof your eyes and knowthat it is not your thighsI want but our loveand soul, to shareand join with forevermore.Yes, my dear youare a hottie, andgot a body that neverends my lust, butI love you morefor the way you thinkand your depth of soul.Mike2006------P-Lady LoveNite my sweet ladyof the nite, andarctic snows,how can I love ye,in ways unknown,and known, thrupaths unsown,mountains to beclimbed, andforest paths unwalkeduntil on a mountainof love and delight,minds and bodiesmeet together foreternity and a day,joined as one,eternal.Mike Adams05/26/04----------P-Lady of Light:Her eyes do warmthe soul, to bringlight to this darkness,to break the shacklesof depression andanger, her eyesto pierce the gloom,and break the chainsthat bind his soulto to the darkness..She walks in grace,down the stairs ofhis prison, to find him,to cast away the darknessand the shadows, all fallbefore her love and beauty,not dying but reborn in joyand happiness.. She sees him,alone in his cell, dirtyand disgusting in his filthand degradation, but she hasbut to touch him and it allfalls away like a dream oncehad, but forgotten in the daysbefore birth..He stands up, his shacklesfall away as he reaches to herand holds her close. Two soulsjoined as one, together forever,and no gloom can harm themin their love and desires,for it is born of love sharedtogether, neither one abovethe other, shared loves,passions, desires, hopesand dreams.. togetherfor an eternity and a day,never apart even when nottogether.. Bliss foundand never lost.. For evenpast deaths door they gotogether, forever and more.. Mike Adams2005---------P-Lady Olumide: Lady hot, of body and of smile,hair dark and skin mysterious..oh she stands there, and I noticebut she is there, for entrancedam I, by her smile, how it beamsand affects all.. Mike2005------------P-Left RightJesus to the right off me,pothead to the left, hereI am drunk in the middle with you.Mike Adams2005----P-Lost SunshineHere I sit, my head in my hands,wondering how the day has gone away,how I lost her, and never noticed tilnow that she was gone, my sunshine,my life my dreams is gone, and I knownot when she was gone, just that she is gone..Oh to scream, would it do well to scream,or just stand here bleeding of woundsinflicted, self or others, need it notmatter? For I die slow and lonely, withblood seeping out from wounds a plenty,so should I scream, or just die..Mike2005-----------------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 ishopes and a dream for more. than this mortal frame canhave, but in hope I find a purpose a direction, andmy dreams a reason to go on, day and day, hour and hour,and on until one day my feet can move no more, fallingone in front of the other, and lay down and rest myhead on the gentle hills of home and dream of you mylady love once more.But until that time is here, I can not think of you forthe pain it brings to me, I can not think of your sweetcaress, the smell of your hair, and the feel of your bodynext 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 heartwill flutter and fly into worlds of fantasy and illusionbeyond all reality and hope for peace, for all I want todo is to behold you once again, but in this I have pledgedto never see you again, to talk to you, to know of what youdo, 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 mytotally from my mind . For denying you for now is the only answer Iknow, and in this I write these words to work it out andlet others know of loss of love and to hope for a betterday when I can behold you in all your loveliness and seethe light in your eyes once again, and hope it is for meyou see, and for me you do shine with such a light thatthe stars and sun are no match, but alas that day willnever come but in my mind and illusions. So this I prayfor all my days to just let it be, and forget you for nowand pray for another day.Love MikeMay 1998---------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 sightand senses and brings about a joyful pleasureto 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 keyand where is the gate? ah yes, the hgardens gate, behind aforest 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 Adams09/06/04---------P-Love Melove me, leave me, want me, hunt me,never let me go.Find me, hunt me,run or hug me close,never let me go..Mike2003Rewrote 12/07/03---------P-Lovers ? --------P-Loves PainIn sadness and despairI do rise up from hells depthto shine in skys brightwith hells fires lightto shed the anger and despairand stand in the open air.To throw off the chainsof death and painto give my all to God,Lord and master of allI do cry to the heavensto release me from thismortal bonds and letmy soul shine highinto the skyand bless all withthe lights of my eyesenflamed by the painand agony and sins pastleft behind the veilof love and peace,of faith and love,trust and joinand find blisswith my lover true.Mike2003------------Copyrights Mike Adams 2007 and earlier