peace is a good thing though I seem to believe it comes with an initation of sorts and shakes the foundation which lies where built upon.... thank you

too caught up with the "feels like 60 years"? and you know it!

that sure reads like 35 plus 25 Though I think you forgot the two trips to the restroom where 35 and 25 comes into play

oh math can used to accomplish wonderful situations

i dwell in solitude
moments of silence
alone…
pulsating inner wisdom
with whispers of mild insanity

the words of a poet…
blackened by existence
victim of a masochistic death
cocooning of the shadow side
a lost love…
and dispelled from wally-world

parallelism peaks my interest…
i know those voices
in the silence
the echoed thoughts
of the infinite self
vibrating… wrecking havoc on
the very foundation
of my sanity

but nothing… nothing so brutal
and inspiringly wretched
as this never-ending chapter
the plight of this past decade

i have shadowed death
and rebirth’s cycle
plunged into infinite darkness
and I do understand
the effects of anguish
on reason

five is such a beautiful number though meriful He seems not! On rare occasions maybe? *shrugs*

am I missing something??? naw that's an impossablity I have been told I am always right

fear plus erocticism equals ???? snakebit!?!?! hmmm eight legs plus eight fingers times bitten divided by a biter equals RAWR!

Wrapped in your heated silk like ivory skin
Images flash of plunged nocturnal bliss
Of you and I swimming in fleshy sin
Whilst tumbling down inferno’s fiery abyss

Spooned against your undulating backside
Flames of pulsating desire resonate
In harmony to my manhood’s wet slide
Into your volcanic like haven’s gate

With thunderous strokes of passion hail
Liquid lava flows in sticky warm streams
In sync to reading your body like braille
With wingtips that dance upon erotic seams

Within your most sacred place is where I long
Though it’s in your heart, soul that I belong

willingly "raped" in all the right places RAWR!

errie the ending... this is beautiful, beautiful

the more you want to run
the further the door gets
when i hold you in my gaze
and there is nothing else to say
i can still find you
when you look away
you can say you are free
but you are fooling yourself
for you belong to me
so i’ll strip you to bare wood
show you how to stand
keep your legs under your shoulders
to forget everything you know
forget it in your bones
make you so tired
it is only my voice you hear
teach you how to keep your balance
and generate momentum
flex your knees when in a jam
fight back enough till the bad guy
doesn’t want to ever come back
show you over and over and over again
until you think you were born that way
and somewhere between nowhere and goodbye
you’ll become a potter’s wheel
gather momentum, store kinetic energy
and unleash your heart into mine
take my hand, give me peace
peace that we all seek yet so few find

Pulsating rise of fever within my veins – a sleek invasion –
Like the silent stalk of a panther on an animalistic prowl
Desire lifts within the setting of her sultry emerald eyes
A vivacious sweetness of passion I want… no, need to devour
A voracious urgency dances to the sway of her hip’s flower

The forbidden touch - more than anyone man can endure
Though I would willingly dive into her fields of ecstasy
Palms become increasingly moist as she lures me in
For, she was close enough to slowly and completely taste
The tentacles of her fiery hair teasingly stroke my face

Frozen hard and stiff in the existence she carefully created
Serenading my body, tantalizing my mind, stroking my soul
With undulating hips, gyrating upon my enflamed manhood
Stimulated pools of hungry sapphires gaze over body, dazed
Falling into a state of blissful trance induced bodily rage

I close my eyes- visions of hands exploring valleys of lace
Allowing my frantic tongue to trace circles of heat upon her neck
And down - along the arch of her smooth shimmering back
Fingertips overtaking the swells of her enticing peaks
Fulfillment and ultimate satisfaction each digit seeks

Two fantasies slowly start to turn into one enflamed reality
With the emergence of palpitating hearts and heated flesh
Backside enticingly flows in perfect circular temptation
My hands grab and pull her aroused body upon my raging fires
Wingtips slide under elastic barrier between our desires

She ceremoniously surrenders - her head falls back on me
Like an untamed fire caught in the whim of the winds
They surround him with lavender scented auburn flames
His hands tangle there, as he pushes into her moistness
Fingertips trace, tongues collide with erotic anxiousness

Urgent solicitousness takes them to their own private stage
With a shimming slither within her passions warm spa
As iridescent lights bounce off her glistening curves
In perfect harmony to her orchestrated musical animalization
Bouncing their ache to harmonic tones of sweet desperation

Wrapped in long sleek pillars of silken temptation
Whilst chained to an eagerness of naked exploration
Hand glides along her erotic expression of need
Lips sing against her enthralled neck in a seductive plead

Her cells awaken with the touch of desire's creation
Glistening skin devoured by her hungry moans of desperation
Tongues collide: twirling in the saccharine rivers of lust
Bodies pulsating with each deep and demanding thrust.

Sparkling blue pools reflect passion sparked desire
Calloused paws roughly roam inciting her body’s choir
Ivory valleys traversed in miniscule sensual flicks
Tan circled hilltops found amidst waterfall of licks

Fingertips tease his tensed muscles with pleasure unknown
Breaths mingle amongst one another as captivity is thrown
Freed within the prison of a lover’s unrelenting hold
Gripping the edge of fantasy's world, into each other they unfold

Wicked sensations smolder beneath his feigning flesh
Unrelenting carnal instincts grip her taut body and mesh
Reeling her succulence up and onto his throbbing length
Plunging within her sacred wetness with his demanding strength

Time stops with the yearning in their overwhelming screams
A moment etched into each and every one of their dreams
The cradle of her face in the palm of his hands
She is now with him succumbing to his every demand

Candles illuminate a satin covered dance floor lying in wait
Twilight envelops as lovers motion to the silent tempo of desire
Concealing fabrics effortlessly shed through feverish fondling
Tongues collide, entwining within a salacious kiss of carnality

Eyes meld into adoring oceans beating against eternity’s shore
Passion molds in conformity with love’s soft embracing touch
Hands linger softly upon faces held in place by kismet’s kiss
Bodies joined in a fever of anticipation within hellfire’s horizon

Lovers cradle together, dressed only in nature's wardrobe
Hearts murmur in synchronization to ancient songs strung
Breaths quicken with each moment growing closer to unity
Whispers escape wanting lips of love's inflamed intensity

Slow dancing fingers strum musical tremors internal
Hungry lips devoir oscillating olive tones drenched
Slithering bodies glide upon clouds of consuming want
Stacked up heat-waves release eagerness’s humidity

Icy blues meet emerald gems in a shared gaze of adoration
Soft rapturous moans seep through angelic silken lips divine
Two become one in a celestial tango of mind, body and spirit
Hands of petite stature hold tight, bodies firmly pressed

Forceful legs pry open silky thighs exposing passion’s surrender
Acquiescence to love’s communion engulfs enflamed essence
Ivory pedestals wrap tight, hips groove, and heart serenades
Two bodies synchronous rhythm meld into a single souled symphony

They stand stead fast
at the entrance
to the forest kingdom.
They are the silent Sentinels
with rough grey amour.
Their many arms
blocking the way in,
as their green plumage
blows in the wind.
The winged heralds
proclaim from atop their
heads of green.
They fend off the wind,
time, and Grandfather Sun
from their Kingdom.
The subjects can rest
peacefully knowing
that the Sentinels, the Guardians,
the Men-At-Arms,
the trees stand guard.

is there really such a thing??? a bad hair-metal ballad?? Though never a big cinderella fan, (more a bad english, bonfire, jackyl, dsnger danger, autograph, giant, firehouse, dokkon et-el) I was unaware of a bad hair-metal ballad :)

The bayonet plunge
into our maiden adventure
came with a bloody thirst
filled with leary-esq. hues,
vaporized and breathless;
I dance upon untrodden regions
of scrambled thought,
fed a tornado
of silvery shade in your stiletto sky,
and carved cryptic promises
upon stifled breath.

Like a shooting star racing through night,
portals of beauty
shimmer within deep recesses
as beast feeds beast
gravel pitted passion.
Feasting upon sentient tears,
bludgeoned pink flesh,
still breath,
plagiarized thought,
and a necklace of heaves
your beast’s indulgent moans and cries

bleed life into the veins
of the beast you see clearly.

beautiful metaphoric write showing the undressing sweet!

thank you

thanks slow *drinks*