Temptation Enticing

You shine your light upon my foliage,

Tempting my petals to slowly unfurl,

Teasing my shell to acquiesce and open,

Presenting to you my priceless pearl.

You know just how to denude my defences,

To make me lust for your potent touch,

Your Tower of Babel ignites my soul,

Building my unfettered pleasure up.

Your soft caress in all the right places,

Carries me aloft on angel wings,

A fervour radiating throughout my body,

Until the tip of every nerve ending sings.

Your intense heat brings these things to mind,

My joy lies onward, and my timidity behind.

Absence

The timbre of your voice is slowly fading,

The exact hue of your eyes does evanesce,

Your melodious laughter hard to recapture,

Yet the touch of your hand I oft reminisce.

The heat, the passion, I remember the hunger,

Igniting my soul like a lightning rod,

Emanating an aura of total masculinity,

Of the ilk one typically associates with Gods.

It is time to replenish my deep inner essence,

I long to savour your breathtaking caress,

I must immerse myself into your pool of euphoria,

And explode with joy that will not be suppressed.

Forsaken and yearning, in agonising oblivion,

Longing to mount the peaks of our intimate union. 

The Smouldering Ashes of a Phoenix Burnt

Time cannot wipe my tears and mind clean,

Your touch lingers on my skin,

Nothing left to fill the void,
Now an empty cavern within.

I've seen through the looking glass, 

Glimpsed a wonderland I cannot un-see, 
Each moment feels double aged,

A decade of loss truly in one day.
When I close my eyes I see you still,

On opening them, alas, thou meltst away.

The embers art glowing way down deep,

Where roaring furnaces once burnt alive,
Promises we now cannot keep,

Passions, alack, not enough to bridge the divide.

I'm transformed but know not where I now fit.
I will grasp tight if you bring my joy back,

And stop all heat escaping the crack. 

 

Threnos

A huge Phoenix glorious 

And a regal Pelican 

With red hot beak,

Fell into an eternal embrace

Never to part ever again.

Mourned by the Swan of Avon,

The great Bard of the World bygone.

What will these ashes bring forth 

In the Worlds to come?



 

A Golden Russet Morn

Such power and strength,

Surging through your body,

Thou art brimming with raw manhood,

How wondrous to witness your morning glory.

As a hunter prowls in the misty dusky dawn,

Ready to pounce upon his innocent prey,

Your starvation hunger disturbs my slumber,

Am I still dreaming or am I awake?

Like the hazy russet sun burns through the clouds,

Your heat pierces through my sleeping,

Thou shalt drink deep, I know in my Elizabethan Inn,

We shall toast your new found splendour. 

A more golden morn has ne'er been seen,

Not even a shaft of light could come in between. 

Pray, Beloved, Put Me not out

Let me soothe thy burning ire,
Push me not apart, let me in,
Thou mayst think, as I am a woman,
Capable of madness and sin alone.
Nay, 'tis not so, though so 'tis by Heaven's Serpent
Men and Women are pit against each other,
Our muscles weak, we use strength of mind,
Fight with tricks taught us by our mothers,
Not to be unkind, but to survive in Men's world,
My truth is all I have given you,
On that you can always rest assured,
Yes, I am certainly a woman,
But thou knowst I am also thy friend.
Has it faded away, the bond we once shared?
I live in hope that we have not lost it forever. 

Hiding Within

O people of this world, I see your furtive glances,
As you walk by me in the street,
I instantly feel stripped naked,
Eyes downcast upon my swollen feet.
Too scared to take a second look,
In case you're staring back at me,
As kind as I may be inside and in my mind,
You mundane people, my great bulk is all you see.
And you all think I am bone idle,
I see the hurtful judgement in your eyes,
If only you'd spare me a few seconds,
You could look beyond my size.
So I stay within myself, the world's company I avoid,
For if I did never bare my soul, it cannot be destroyed. 

Love's Lost

Hast thou of late, looked within mine eyes,
And witnessed the sadness lurking there?
Should thou look hard enough you'll see
The battle scars that now we share.
Never a sadder tale to tell,
Than that of a pure love now lost,
The annihilation of my very soul,
I paid the price, my heart, it cost.
So now I walk the road much travelled, 
By wretched, lonely, abandoned souls,
I shuffle forward in desolate sadness,
Waiting to hear the cruel Hell's bell toll.
But, if I had the chance, let this tale end sadly,
To love you again, I would do so gladly.