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How I Begin My Day
by SteamyNights
© 2002
The morning sun shines through my window
Gently waking me from my peaceful sleep
To thoughts of you... as I begin my day
I close my eyes briefly once more
Before I lift my body from my bed
And I think of you.
Your kiss... your touch... your sweetness
The feel of your hands caressing my body
And the passion of your kisses
Lighting my heart with desire.
I hunger for you, missing you so
I envision my fingers running through your hair
Gently tugging as your hair hugs them
And wraps itself around them.
As our bodies did.
Wrapped together in a passionate embrace
Kissing, touching, so close
We are almost as one.
You moan as I gently lick your nipples
Making them hard and erect
I reach down.... and touch you
You are so wet... my head spins
Feeling your wetness excites me
And I become wet too.
I love how you feel
And I long to taste you.
My tongue travels down
And I drink from your fountain
The more I drink... the more there is.
You moan and your moans excite me
Even more.
My tongue encircling your clit
Driving you wild....
Making you scream.
Until you can't take it any more.
Then I stop..... and kiss you once again.
With the taste of you still on my lips
We kiss and hug and hold some more.
And this is how I begin my day.
~~~
Rainbow's End
by puttputt
© October 4, 2002
I went upon a sunless day
She made the clouds all go away
The cutest thing I've ever seen
I thought that I was having a dream
We made love through the night and day
Her lips were sweet, I wanted to stay
Her feelings she show so well when we touched
To share her life I wanted so much
She made me laugh, she made me cry
And when I left I wanted to die
How much she's loved she'll never understand
I wish that I could just hold her hand
Maybe someday we'll meet again
I'll take her pain away with the wind.
~~~
SEASON'S BEAUTY
by echos_hills
© October 9, 2002
Each season brings us a new and glorious luster of beauty that is locked in our mind and heart forever.
The year begins with winter and Jack Frost's paintings embrace our window panes. And like fairy dust, snow
blankets the ground sparkling in the moonlight or like glitter in the sunshine. The earth looks so pure,
even the trees bow to it's beauty. There is not a warmer feeling than the smell of a wood fire~knowing
that where it originates there is warmth in the body and a coziness within the home.
Soon it's Spring! Aww the arrival of the first tiny flowers~a sight to behold! The world comes alive bringing the
wondrous magic of everything returning after the winter rest. Buds on the trees soon burst into an array of
shapes and colors, tulips and daffodils seem to dance to the beat of the spring showers and sway with the breezes
that gently push winter out of sight. It's a time to plant~a time to feel the sun caressing the earth~a time to
make plans for the warmer seasons.
Then summer appears with all it's glory! School's out!! Trips to the beach, camping beneath the stars, walks
in the woods, picnics by the water, gardening, and YES~vacations. Love is in the air~hand in hand we walk
through the beautiful, magical world that has burst before our eyes.
But let's not forget the glory of autumn! School begins! Then nature unfolds the most magnificent array of art
that can only be seen once, a radiance of color that fills even the coldest heart with a mystical warmth. The trees
and shrubs that were once only buds seem to join forces with a spectacular show~the oranges, reds, yellows are
simply superb outlined by the steadfast evergreens. And each year is a new and different arrangement,
seemingly more wonderful than the previous.
Seasons come and go. Stop! Take a good look around you~feel the love~let the peacefulness surround you.
~~~
UNTITLED
by Cristine
© October 31, 2002
the moon shines
a brilliant blue
im see through
can you see what i've given you
can you see what i'd give
how long will it take
to re-establish our feet
to reharden the ground that held us up to each other
making sure you dont grow too tall
where i cant see you
making sure i dont lose track
how do you re-do
remake, remodel, rekindle, respark
the flame that first caught us on fire
how does one recompose?
how can i ignore your presence when we're both still on fire?
i'd give to you
i've given to you
you've taken and you've run from me
let me give more? or should i lie to myself about taking what isnt
there for grabs?
why do i dream night after night
of me lying next to you
of you lying next to me
and me denying what was for so long
of me doing wrong...
how do i embrace these feeling with arms that once embraced you
your warmth and glowing insides wrapped like vines
around the weeping willow of my existence
empty empty empty pit of me
eat until you hit the stone in the center
my core is frozen in time waiting and longing for you
to thaw me and eat until i run thick through your veins
like love does through mine
and pain its faithful concubine
climb me until you can see clearly my cries
my heart was ravished upon
hungry you
there is no stone in the center of my heart
it will fester until you reclaim me
repossession? No, you've never lost your grip
i slipped and fell and you wont help me to stand next to you
lie next to you
kiss you and hold you
i can’t have you back
so i shed my blood upon tears upon cries upon screams upon broken
shards of heart and soul
i cant find a limit for my pain
it flows in excessive water torture
like how you just keep flowing in figure-eights in my head
in my life
in my world
sentence me to death my dear
its now or never
i cant sit here still
begging begging forgive me
retitle me as your lover "NOW!" i cry
fate is not real unless you take the wheel
wilt away in the arms of fate
because if something is meant to be
please make it happen
this poem (obviously written during this time of pain in my life) is for Jassmin. my one
true love.
from Cristine
~~~
She Knows
by ~FParis
© 2000
She knows the reason they are not together anymore …
she knows the battle will be hard in this, she calls *the war*
To listen to the messages she leaves her every day …
she knows how difficult her life will be in every way.
For every warning sign that she has tried hard not to see …
she also knows that right behind, there follows two or three.
Her sleep is interrupted by the ringing of the phone …
each time she picks it up she only hears the dial tone.
She knows how many red flags she has had to bring down
…
she folds them slowly, then she puts them neatly on the ground.
She lays her body onto them, and cries for days on end …
she knows that what is going through her heart may never
mend.
She knows she wants to stop, but then, another flag is
swaying …
she brings it down and folds it; adds it to where she was laying.
She knows someday she’ll have to put them all away for
good …
it’s easy knowing what she should, and would do ~ if she could!
~~~
The Last Thing
by ~FParis
© 2000
So suddenly, you said good-bye …
to say the least, I’m lost!
I never saw it sneaking up on me.
I can’t believe I didn’t have a clue
our love was glossed,
nor that it blinded me to really see.
Isn’t it ironic how you made it very clear,
that hurting me was last thing on your mind?
And isn’t it ironic … you are no longer here.
At least you didn’t lie … how very kind!
~~~
Sunday Morning
by CurtRice Brown
© March 2002
My teeth gritted into a forced grin,
As entered that wicked church again.
The pastor preached; I didn't want to hear,
"I hate nothing more than a Christian queer."
He stood on the stage, preaching his hate.
The congregation agreed, sealing my fate.
My mom shouted "Amen" as I clenched my fist.
She dragged me to the pastor as I squirmed and hissed.
He said a meaningless prayer with his hand on my head.
It was when he had finished that I quietly said,
"I understand the wrong and I'm certainly not gay..."
My girlfriend watched from afar as I lied my pride away...
~~~
Spirit Of The Bear
by Peg S. Chamberlain/*Toader*
© December 1999
I know you didn’t die;
You dance in the sky,
Creator called for you that April day;
Your Journey here completed, He called you Home, You went the Sacred Path, the Sacred way.
Big Bear, Big Brother;
I know you are with our Father and our Mother,
and your friends who passed on ahead of you;
Not a day goes by that I don’t miss your voice, the things we use to do.
But, My Big Bear, my Big Brother….I know your Love will always be here and I write this poem for you;
You live on in my heart,
of yourself you left a part;
The Spirit Of The Bear…
Your younger sister, Peg S. Chamberlain
In memory of my older brother Dick (Richard D. Chamberlain) who died from injuries
in an automobile wreck.
~~~
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