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she said it was fantastic
but I think she was lying
so...here I float
and ponder...
am I sleeping with a liar
or am I fantastic
hmm...
maybe she's a fantastic liar
and I'm a lousy lover?
or lucky lover...
to find a good liar to sleep with
so...there it is
right? I've found what?
must we question every single circumstance?
I don't know...just let me get some sleep...

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Paloma has been here a week
A whole seven days !
Each day more joys to seek
And learn each other’s ways

Such spicy delights appear
On my table at mealtime
companionship, to share,
enjoying fellowship sublime.

Tonight after eating our tea
Of pasta, and spiced meat
With an evening free
We drove, to avoid the heat.

To nearby Weymouth we went,
A village near the harbour and sea
To watch the sun’s last moment
Of the day, to shine on her and me

We sat quietly holding hands
And watched the sun descend
The full tide lapping on the sands
No joy could this, transcend

A moment spent together
Sitting on that seat
Reflecting on lovely weather
In a week that’s been so sweet
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Sight.....
engrossing
beautiful
encompassing

Sounds.....
soothing
deep
breaths

Scent.....
musky
invigorating
intoxicating

Touch.....
pleasurable
encompassing
indescribable

Taste.....
mint
strawberries
cognac

Our senses.....
combined
melding
twisted

One

Long distance can cause compications,
And problems with communications.
Getting to know each other and such,
Harder without the taste, smell and touch

Cyber-romances can work out well,
But then again, they may be just Hell.
It all depends on those on the line,
If they are honest, things can be fine.

If you are pure and earnestly true,
Long distance romance can work for you.
Lay it all out, straight out from the front,
You just may find the one that you want.

But if you deceive, misrepresent,
Then things take on a sinister bent.
Things get all tangled, up in the lies,
When there is falsehood, somebody cries.

Getting to know each other online,
It's only normal, this day and time.
But play it straight, believe me it pays,
Honesty's best in these passion plays.

Like shadows on the wall, it's hard to ignore
That love is one thing people search for
And those that have it sometimes don't know
For there are those who never do show
And some are like an open book being read
Some will carry their love to the grave when they are dead
And some will lose love for others to find
And some are meant to be, with their souls entwined
I will find true love one day, this I'm sure
Because I love with an open heart that is pure
I'm non judgemental, for beauty comes from within
To judge on just outward beauty, to me is a sin
You never know that person til you take the time
And outward beauty is superficial, like a dozen to a dime
That's why I close my eyes when I look at you
Cause I want to know your heart, and look at you with a different view

Looking back at life, one has to smile at one’s foible’s,
‘Meaning!!!’, cry the gurus incessantly, meditate every day for an hour, better still, go to a cave in India, stand on one leg and chant ‘ohm’ for a couple twenty years,
Then, then, you will find life’s ‘deep meaning’, and your ‘home’,
Well, when I was young and ignorant, I fell for 99% of this stuff,
Now, as hair slowly turns to snow, I have found other ways[there are innumerable, actually] to reach ‘nirvana’…

One of my favourites is in the embrace of the beloved,
Women do this easily and its second nature to them, but, we men struggle, nevertheless, it gets easier with practice and ‘conscious awareness’,
So, whereas, in the past, in my quest for ‘nirvana’, I would hungrily and vigorously ‘do’ and ‘devour’ the beloved,
Now, I have learnt to slow down and savour her, I have learnt to imbibe of the great delights to be experienced,
Like drinking unfathomably from her cisterns,
Like gazing meaningfully and deeply into her eyes,
Like just embracing her waste,
Caressing and kissing her arms, all of her, actually, slowly, lovingly, no hurry here, no quickly sowing your genes before the next male-challenger shows up on the scene…[which reminds me of an old story, two bulls, a young-un and an old-un were grazing up on the hill and looking down at all the graceful cows; suddenly the young-un says, “hey, lets rush down there and mount one or two before they realize what’s going on and flee from us…”, “nay, says the old-un, we’ll slowly amble on down there and make sweet, slow love to all of em…]…


Yes, I have learnt to not merely communicate with her but to ‘commune’ with her,
Soul-to-soul, mind-to-mind, makes the concurrent flesh-to-flesh so much more thrilling…,
As I savour her more and more,
Something inexplicably glorious occurs,
Her body so merges with mine, that it becomes my body,
How delicious the shared throbbing and vibrating then becomes, and, well, you get the picture…
My ultra-favourite part is when my heart totally unites with hers,
Her heart becomes my heart,
Oh heaven of heavens...,
And as this saintly grin adorns my face, I finally realize, that the search for ‘my home’ is now, finally over,
Why, had I ‘eyes’ to see, I would have found my home in my beloved’s heart a couple twenty years ago,
But, as the old saying goes, better late than never,
And we both sink into the indefinable bliss where the illusion of ‘separation’ is obliterated,
And only One remains…

Namaste’

One can never quite predict,
In matters of the heart,
At what point one should full commit,
When does the loving start?

If you lay it out too soon,
You run an awful risk,
Of singing love's unhappy tune,
A sad and aching twist.

But then, if you drag your feet,
There is an outside chance,
That you'll lose your love so sweet,
And miss out on romance.

I've heard it said that timing is,
Nine tenths of ev'rything.
But what time's right, this I quiz,
When should the lovebird sing?

Guess the thing is just to know,
Your partner down so deep,
Wait for certain signs to show,
Til then your heart just keep.

Being sensitive by nature's,
A blessing and a curse,
For to feel things very deeply,
Means pain can be much worse.

Being sensible about this,
I think you will agree,
That all the hurt is worth the joy,
Of sensitivity.

Insensitive means heartlessness,
And that we can't abide,
So we must take the bad with good,
From feelings deep inside.

If I should give my love to you,
Just so you are aware,
My heart is very sensitive,
Please handle it with care.

Met her online, she seemed very nice.
As it turned out I should have thought twice.
Used and abused then left in the end,
My broken heart took a while to mend.

After some time another I met,
Perfect we seemed, at least on the net.
As it turned out I wasn't her man,
Though we're still friends, it's not what we planned.

Whirlwind romance sure can be a thrill,
But when it ends, it leaves you unfilled.
I have now learned the real value of,
Taking my time in matters of love.

So I still seek to find my true heart,
Could it be her, or will we soon part?
Guess time will tell and then we'll know,
But we've agreed, we're taking it slow.

it all occurred some time coming
and the fits, fit together
howling, growling, and moaning
within a dissention, the spins
as we take apart our lives
and glue them back again

taking it all apart
tools in hand, unscrew it
turn a page or turn a corner
the pieces fall in place
as parts fall to our floor

maybe we don't need
this old man a fold
for our engine to run
smoother, take it out
let's run without it

tap the top and oil
it up so's it slides
real nice 'n easy
workin' the valves
rods a tappin' cams
hummin' anything I am

she don't feel so good
lemme clean this stuff
strip it out, scrubbed
shiny and knew it now
didn't need her anyhow

that thing I said I'd
always do, I'm through
don't need or want anymore
really can't remember
why I did it before

got her bolted now
we'll turn this screw
and clip these clips
to change, a coin to flip
tinker a new you, askew

now put in the key
and turn me over
I'm all geared up
clutchin' the lights
rumblin' roads into night

© agoodguy2have 2010-07-16