Just Thinking of You

 

 

 

released butterfly wings
soaring purple skies
passions shimmer light
beyond cornflower sunrise
free flying lover

 

recall nothing between
kisses echo pleasure
holding embraces reassure
lonely hours
missing my lover

 

Caribbean sunsets blue
beneath heated waves
desire reunites night skies
butterfly wings mantel
two are one, lover

 

 

 

JF 14 May 2009

Reason to be Squick

 

 

The rhythmic lashes ripping across skin
degrading silent tears that softly fall
and harshly spoken words take away all;
my broken spirit marked with trails of sin.

Humiliation that turned my selfish pride
against me and led to my fall from grace,
my eyes no longer dare to see her face
and still my love remains yet is denied.

Her needles burn, I feel each numbing prick,
her words torment me, dragging through my mind,
when subjugated her needs are not declined,
no rage, I'm left alone and feeling squick.

My heart content to go that extra mile,
to know my love is wearing beauty's smile.

 

 

JF 06 May 2009

False Embraces

 

 

 

 

 

The floating words no longer shine of gold,
so deep beautiful sounds now lie in fear
as before, you're not the one for me to hold,
and your hands cannot dry a lonely tear.

The pain-filled eyes that once caused so much hurt,
have closed and in our silent fury drowned,
lost in love's sweet dream where we lie inert,
unlit thoughts have ceased to echo through the ground.

In lust we sated our desire's passion,
selfishly forgetting love in our greed,
lying here without truth or compassion,
a night of promise that failed to succeed.

The false embraces that revealed no trust,
as dawn approaches the dreams fade to dust.

 

 

 

 

JF 30 April 2009

Haiku

 

 

 

tranquil echoes
the Ashanti spark illusions -
spirit of tantra

 

JF  14 April 2009

For Ophelia

 

 

In blue moonlight where Lady Ophelia drifts
the whispered streams in winter's beauty, her eyes
reflecting starlight vaguely float and fade
quietly to grey.

As the breeze kisses her soft white breasts, she sighs
a zephyr to carry her to sleeping worlds
where soporific trees roam the joyful earth
and a goddess dreams.

The curve of her cherry lips that still the dark
waters of a Bardic heart as a poet
feasts at the perked teat of her inspiration
and suspires the breeze.

By starlit springs that let a bard sail rivers
to the shadow lands with flesh perfumed blooms
and perceptions of ancient dreams fall back to
slumber in her arms.

 

JF 24 April 2009

Three Roses

 

 

Roses, a gift from me heart
to show in art I love ye.
Each bloom presents part of me
for nae te see, only thee.

A rose that shines purest white
brin' delight before thine eye.
Spake tae ye of love divine;
I nae define or deny.

A rose of red, crimson hue,
me passion's dew, I love ye,
in words that within this tryst,
ye ken me kiss, ye tease me.

The last rose the hue nae ken,
bud waits for when softest skin
shall touch me heart beneath thee,
ken I love ye, we are yin.

 

‘m cara ‘m Eos

As Easy as ABC

Arouse the senses,
Breath meeting quivering lips,
Craving mouth-watering moments;
Delirium found in lust's first kiss.

Eagerly tongues caress,
Foment inner delatation,
Grasping short breaths of pleasure.

Hot-blooded possession offered in want,
Impassioned sensations betwixt lip and skin,
Juices rising with heated need,
Kisses devouring hardened peaks,
Linger exposing lascvious intent,
Melting resistence to pleasure's request.

Nimble fingers explore sexual heat,
Overwhelming euphoria between silken thighs,
Plundering the fruits of sensual delight.

Quickened pulses unite in lustful enchantment,
Ripe piquant sweetness,
Surrendered with gasping cries,
Teasing the torrents to explode,
Unbridled passion freed by desire.

Volatile senses quaking,
Wanting just one more touch,
X-rated intentions serenade
Yearning stimulation of fire.
Zest scented liasons season desire.

© Jem Farmer 2009, all rights reserved.

Visions of Beauty

She's rhythmic; swaying, swinging hips gyrate,
Her finger bends - come closer - drawing me,
expose black lace, entice my eyes to fate,
the briefest glimpses tempt my mind to see.

My torment; watching arching flowing curves,
unbowed my passion kindles calcine heat,
each move a sensual loving hors d'oeurvre,
her body tantalizing on bed sheet.

She pulsates; flirting fingers turning tricks,
she’s twisting hardened peaks of desire,
my beauty taunts me with sighing licks,
on pouted lips she sings orgasm’s fire.

My vision: entertained by lust’s dance,
rewarding tastes of honey with kisses,
to watch my pleasure assay to romance,
the temptation of tease reminisces,

Her magnate: the seduction of my soul,
acquiesced lust performed for sapphic need,
angel of moon light yielding her control,
yet holds the power to fulfil my greed.

© The Erotic Poet 2008, all rights reserved.

Unearthly Touches

To take a junk across the bay
to city lights and song,
reflect the rippled waters way,
to nights in old Hong Kong,
as east meets west in sin we play,
my girl just wears a thong.

We danced across the stars of night,
while craving something more,
engaging senses met delight,
our need no longer pure,
her eyes my passion's way incite,
she rocks me to my core.

Unearthly touches tempting hear,
her pliant kiss inflame,
elation found in carnal heat,
she held this tigress tame,
and took relish in juices sweet,
in bliss I did the same.
 
© Jem Farmer 2009, all rights reserved.

Sweetness Devine

Come to me, lady, come,
into my aura dear,
let me whisper to you,
let me feel you breathing,
as I become part of you.

Kiss me, my lady, kiss,
release passion to me,
let lips betray our lust,
tender sweet the first taste,
yield to desire we must.

Closer, baby, come close,
feel the heat of my need,
in caressed dreams find fire,
cajoling fingers tease,
feeding the flame higher.

Dance for me, lady, dance,
in carnal rhythmic beat,
lips reveal emotions,
arouse liquid delight,
from tongues devotions.

Wake up, baby, awake,
writhe in your ecstasy,
feel the torrent explode,
washed in elation,
from your jewel's abode.

Cum for me, baby, cum,
predatory mouth sate,
incensed craving for wine,
ravish my lips hunger,
with sweetness so divine.
 
© Jem Farmer 2009, all rights reserved.

Fragments of Passion

To feel one kiss a breath on cheek,
with moist full lips that brush your lust,
torment the game of hide and seek,
a lingering caress foment,
arouse desire from hunger's dust,
fragmented thoughts passions consent.

In shadows trails to hardened need,
when licks of love entice the fire,
the heated draw inside to feed,
surround the pulse of your desire,
inhaling scent releasing seed,
where passion dreams of bliss aspire.

Refresh salacious craving grip,
seduce succulence from my lip.
 

© Jem Farmer 2009, all rights reserved.