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Carnforth

"I saw it once. The clock; the one on Carnforth Station.

My train steamed past it and I looked.

And thought, of the film, THAT film with the lovers
as they kissed and said goodbye.

"Good bye". As I steamed past.

It was black and white. That world of long ago.

That world was. It was more real that way.
Hitler in colour? No, that wasn't him, he looked real in black
Real like Crewe? Dirt and grey?

Steam and love as she watched from the windows
To his waving; hating the yards getting longer
In the maddening fury of haste
To get away.

As the clock ticked on to gone."

The scent of her warm flesh teased my nose,
Her exotic beauty made my heart swell,
She stood before me in elegant pose,
Irresistible her pungent smell.
 
The taste of ruby wine off her tongue,
Her lipstick how it smeared my face,
Oh! We were wild, so sexy and young,
Our touching now at frantic pace.
 
The candlelight flickered on her long raven mane,
Her hypnotic shadow danced on the wall,
She teased and taunted me insane,
Her frenzied dancing - did stall.
 
Her parted lips begged with pleading moan!
Her hunger growing at desperate speed,
The throb in my loins caused me to groan,
Eager to please her yearning need.
 
Bodies meet, begging for release,
Eager for sweet consummation,
In times oldest dance, whose joys never cease,
Came endless euphoric elation.

Then together we lay there gasping for air,
Our Love bed in a tangled heap,
Inseparable now soft kisses we share,
As we drift off to blissful sleep.

I dont have your lonliness address, but this is my solitary address. You can find me when you missed me:


Come to Waiting County. Find aliens Avenue. Enter the
solitude street. Find my nostalgic house on which has been written " just fall in love , Do not interrupt".
Come inside and pass the pool of my Dreams which is just colored Blue. open the door and step forward. besides the sobbing window, you can find me !!!!

But it is not me. all has become " YOU".


Waiting for you, My Love.

The Couch of Dreams

A cloud of comfort, a together couch for lovers to share!

A place to make love, a place of imaginary dare!

Cuddling within wanting trembling arms

Exploring, feeling with exciting hands

In forbidden inviting places of allure
soft and inviting’ seeking love’s tender cure!

Making love
Oh! How exciting!

Whispering secrets for no one else to hear
Secrets that are just for your enchanting ear

The Couch of Dreams
Please come true!

I want to be on that couch making sensuous love to you!

The Romantic Poet
JimEee

Your touch is like the sun's bright rays
that fill me up with warmth
They always bring me light and life
With just one single touch

When your not here black storms gather
And raindrops fade my colour
Darkness falls another petal
Is broken with its touch

But your light still lingers inside me
While clouds cover your rays
I stay and wait for your return
As slow time passes by

The clouds begin to slowly break
while you are by my side
Your touch brings joy deep within me
and once again I'm free

A petal starts to slowly grow
while you are by my side
You take away my rough sharp thorns
And then reveal a rose

Sometimes the simplest
things in life can be a gift
most precious with love

Tasting delights softly captured
in a keyhole of thoughts ,
warmly smiling
radiates within one porthole ,
outside the mind
opening this heart sweetly yawning
twilight dawning .

Clouds shades red blushing desire
fading to amber ,
further out from the sun
turning shades
from gun barrel grey to black
setting our scene.

kissing outside in
thinking of your beauty love ,
licking deeply tongues on fire
warm fluttering rays ,
hotly kissing each beat,
burning passion erupting inside desires.

I awoke
this morning
thinking about you.
An awful stormy night
howling natures choir
cried her song,
clouds opened lamenting
looking across
the marsh lands
strong winds blowing

I can see clearly
that there is a flood
rolling down
the mountains,
like a vein
mapping her direction,
sweeping vision out
towards the sea.

Little drops of rain
striking brow,
thoughts dreaming
in that one moment
love you sure got me ,
hook line and sinker
I was thinking
of you smiling.

Mr. Patient waits and waits
Some say that he procrastinates
Or needed time, or was confused
But I ask, is he not just overenthused?
The days they pass, the hours fly
He's preparing to make an effort to try
to tempt the possible consideration
that there's more to life than Mr. Patient
But maybe he's stuck in a rut in a ditch
in a gully beside a gutter which
sits firmly in a hidden furrow
crevassed within a red tape bureau
enveloped in a foggy mesh
of patterned discombobulesh
Whatever the case it's plain to see
he really doesn't notice me!

Your scent still permeates
through pores & fibers
of clothes blessed to be near you,
slid upon old, slid upon new.
a scent kept still,
a scent that forever lingers,
a scent that shall never be forgotten.
despite hours spent abandoned
on floors,
on chairs,
despite rain, days & distance,
That scent still lingers.

There, there does still ring my ears:
the sounds of leather straps running
through your hands, softly over the firm expanse
of flesh on my chest, taut between artful knots,
aching sweet under metal, tingling
in anticipation of plots you'd design.

The sweet aristocratic filth of your mind
runs clearer than water, the taste
of your lips wine that intoxicates, inebriates,
satiated me so profoundly
that my ears still ring so soundly.

And so soundly the snap
and the clap of a palm on my bottom, your
hot breath on my neck, my knees on the floor
where you'd pressed them down firmly just moments before,

places rope forgot & places remembered,
my thighs still hot, still tender
from the sting of leather, my breasts long
to be tethered again by your touch,
that touch, that after hours have long gone by,
reminds my skin of you this much.

~SAS