Silk Of The Dance

A stunning vision depicting graceful art

Beauty speaks in the eloquence of silence

Subtlety surrounding her very existence

Her true gift is seemingly frozen in time

 

Movement of the purest inspired instinct

Alongside the fluidity of Angel’s in flight

This tranquil dance brings Heaven’s choir

To be her accompaniment this silent night

 

Awakened to sheer elegances elusive desire

Every sense heightened by proficient poise

Each move more breathtaking than the last

As brilliance of both form and finesse shine

 

Erotic ambience encircling her every move

Bringing forth arousal of desirous emotion

Both thought provoking and mind numbing

Her performance builds in silken crescendo

 

Breathtakingly mesmerized by every move

She weaves a tale of sensuality and intrigue

Nothing exists except for exquisite beauty

As I am left wanting nothing but her encore

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Runaway Tide

I still feel drawn towards the fleeing tide

All these years and nothing has changed

The Lady of the Sea arrives in her glory

Only to once again run away and hide

 

I chase forever it seems to keep her near

As the promise of the steady surf fools me

I believe she will stay high upon the shore

Yet again she steals away at sunsets clear

 

Her arrival sees me once more at her side

Immersing myself in her unending beauty

Wishing upon sea stars that she will remain

To forever be this Mountains lovely bride

 

I cannot help but think, we were meant to be

Her gentle shoreline softly meets the rocks

While her waves kiss my steady ruggedness

I ache to become one with my magical sea

 

Alas I am again reminded far, far too soon

That our bliss is only just a brief encounter

She must be going now and slowly pulls away

Gleaming beauty leaves me under lonely moon

 

 

Dangerous Curves

Soft and simple in it’s complexity, yet so elegantly stunning

Brandished in ways to demand attention, deviously cunning

 

Nothing capture’s an imagination quite like the lines of you

The graceful beauty is matched by far between, and few 

 

You carry it with you always and know what everybody sees

This weapon of carnal wantonness that brings us to our knees

 

You use it to your advantage as you know it makes us weak

Our weakness gives you power as that is what you seek

 

I know all too well the game you play to win this life of favor

But I cannot look away from you as this vision I must savor

 

I am weak of flesh and lack the will not to wander or to stray

I find myself enraptured, spellbound, so in your trance I stay

 

 

LUST

One thing always leads to another

A second and more menacing reality

A knowing glance begets one more sinful regret

As a chance encounter transforms to wicked tryst

One eager push leads to fate tempting shove

And a truth never told surely becomes a lie

As a sigh of satisfaction takes the tone of a sirens song

The most lucid thoughts become forgotten to irrational passion

And weakness of the flesh transforms into the power of the night

As a silky soft rose petal carries stinging sharp thorns ever close

Fulfillment of erotic certainty is replete with devious deception

The thrill of the chase becomes the terror of entrapment

And the guilt ridden reality of events transpired become an aching

An unrelenting longing until every dangerous embrace can be relived

Again and again………

Ode to a Sinner

 

She is the epitome of sexuality and desire

enshrouded in a veil of erotic debauchery.

Capturing the imagination and ensnaring the weak of flesh.

Seemingly unknowing the power she holds,

yet secretly aware of the control she wields.

She follows or leads with a vigor and enthusiasm unmatched

while bringing her own deviant twists into a most energetic reality.

Dripping with SIN she will eagerly quench your lustful thirst

while leaving your head spun and yearning for more

She is a subtle drug bottled in an addictive silken carafe.

Amazing at first glance but even more intoxicating to the initial touch.

She is an experience not to be passed over

but to be fully prepared for and immensely enjoyed.

She has the ability to captivate your mind and steal your sexual soul.

She has a given name, although I call her only My Sweetest Sinner.

A wicked act by any other name… she would still SIN as SWEET!!