Author: Unknown
The shock lit me up
A bolt of surprise!
That smirk on his face and those beautiful eyes…
His strength-a tower from his head to his feet
I felt immediately my heart skip a beat
With long fingers, long legs-I was taken aback
By the rush of desire
How it pushed me off track
He had a confident presence
His demeanor was smooth
Making me a slightly unsteady
And come a little unglued…
We conversed and connected
And I sensed right away
The initial attraction we could both feel
But not say
My first encounter with this man
Rolled me up very tight
A sweet jolt of emotion
And a sensual delight
Nervous lick of my lips, flipped my hair
Of which he made mention
So I forced all my senses
To control my attention
The night wore on
Our time together was sweet
And felt it for certain
Another time we would meet
Anticipation was so good
What was coming to pass
When we both said good night
And he kissed me at last!
Looking deep in his blue eyes
That same smile on his face
I saw something catch me
And my tight nerves replace
The feeling of tenseness gone!
When his hands touched my hips
His mouth grazing my throat
With sensuous lips
We parted ways
And it thrilled me
My first time to meet
A man such as this one
And his kiss oh so sweet
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Posted: Dec 2010
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going out with a hot guy
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Author: Unknown
I have been watching you
Girl,for sometime now I have been watching you
How your presence in the room brightens up everything
Your sweet smile causing others to smile too
Girl,I have been watching you
You walk as if a bellerena dancing with grace
Your voice is like that of an exotic bird
The whole world turns when you turn your head
When you are quiet,its like time standing still
Girl,I have been watching you
Hair so soft,just like silk
The curves of your body
reminds me of a first class poetry
You seem almost like a fantasy
Girl,I have been watching you
Seeing you eat and drink
its like watching an artist in action
You are so beautiful
you make my soul wish for more
Girl,I have been watching you
Girl,I wanna make you mine
kiss and cares you all the time
Give me a chance and dont be so proud
lets start our love story now and dont waste no more time
Cause,I have been watching you for some time.
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Posted: Dec 2010
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LOVE IS MY RELIGION.
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online today!
Share my journey as company
Walk my love in grace with me
Weary my step and shortened my gait
That takes me along this challenging strait
We'll share the more and hurt the less
The ascent will take us till our rest
Taken through wandering in fields designed
Restoring our hearts, my soul, a mind
A bridge to cross over waters rushing
A tide within a long time pulling
Join so with me on loving quest
Together we'll reach that perfect crest
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Posted: Dec 2010
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Author: Unknown
I saw her naked
Our clothes had been off for hours
That’s not what I mean
She was riding on top of me
Her long brown hair curtain hanging
Suddenly, in her eyes, an intensity
The corners of her mouth tightened
A muscle twitch in her jaw
Clenched teeth
Her arms went up
Like to pull her own hair
Then her right fist crashed into my chest
She screamed and a left
A right and a left
Those tiny hands slamming into my ribs
All of her anger
Every bit of hurt
All the disappointments of her life
Broken loose in that moment of contrast
She ground her hips into my groin
She swung violently at my torso
All of her force
All of her strength
Her every intention
Machine gun fire pouring out of her
Rapid fire into my chest
She stopped as suddenly as she began
She stared at me not even breathing
Then she fell into me
Her face buried in my neck
She sobbed uncontrollably
Completely and totally
Naked
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Posted: Jan 2011
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Author: Unknown
He grasped me firmly but gently just above my elbow and guided me into a room, his room. Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone. He approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring voice close to my ear. "Just relax."
Without warning he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused hands start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my calves slowly but steadily. My breath caught in my throat. I knew I should be afraid, but somehow I didn't care. His touch was so experienced, so sure.
When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage. And then, as he cupped my firm, full breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply. Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine and into my panties.
Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and expectant. This is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge. A man not used to taking `no' for an answer. A man who would tell me what he wanted. A man who would look into my soul and say ... "Okay, ma'am," said a voice. "All done." My eyes snapped open and he was standing in front of me, smiling, holding out my purse.
"You can board your flight now."
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Posted: Jan 2011
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about the pat down searches at the Airport.... got ya didnt I?
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“Excitement”
Your fragrance is more beautiful than Myrrh or Aloes
Or the gentle rain
That teases the scented grass.
“Hope”
I await a time
My wife and I
Our hearts entwine
As we caress the gentle light
That tapers from your throne...
“First Love”
Come drink with me my love
From His pool of love
Drink deep my love of his holiness.
O how pure his holiness
How pure his love
To desire, is this wrong?
For desire cannot be quenched
And yet-
He has quenched it with his love
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Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:
This was written under the influence of the Bible many years ago while I was enjoying a new revelation about life. Influenced by “Psalms and Song of Songs” and used to woo my wife from a spiritual perspective.
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Author: Unknown
There are many many men out there
Who are true to their word.Wouldnt
lie or play games, that would be
obsurd.
Then I'm sorry to say, there are
the other sort they dont seem to
have very good morals.
They are liars, and players and they
dont have a clue, just what their
games can do to you.
I'm learning to spot them without
to much doubt do they think i am stupid?
and this I would shout.
To those who are players, i say full
well, You can all just go to Hell!
don't email, dont message,stay off
my computer!or you will soon see
the rath of a old lady, and that
lady's me!
I'll find me a good man, just wait and
see and soon he will belong to me.He'll
be honest and faithful and have good morals
All in good time.............
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Posted: Jan 2011
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you gotta meet a lot of frogs, before you meet your prince
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Author: Unknown
If i had 2 dozen roses
i would place them in your hand
I would take a 100 petals
and place them on the sand
A sandy beach so colored
yellow white and blue
Such are the petals
that show our love is true
And should i find a field of these
i d buy that field for you
And so for all true lovers
such love is on display
Such is the movement
of loves rich refrain
notes of a melody
that chase away the rain
For there is no finer
gift a man can bring
flowers for his sweetheart
beneath the flowing spring
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Posted: Jan 2011
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Dream reflections of my mind
take me on a journey
where the paths i find
lead one too forgotten friends
and lovers once we knew
but girl i have a message
to now say unto you
I wish i could have begun
my life with you
starting off as sweethearts
growing up together
childhood memories teenager changing
going to a movie
with pop corn for two
Sharing in time and days
learning our ways
finding common ground
arguing and making up
growing stronger in love
as we find ourselves
planning for a future
And one day then
there in a church for two
you say you will
as i propose to you
such are the thoughts
of a guy looking back
and seeing debra blue
Now you are here
returned from the past
you have reflections too
two roads meeting
after all the years
finally we found ourselves
sweethearts after all....
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Posted: Jan 2011
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Author: Unknown
Gentle as a feather, is the touch of her hand. Slowly ever so gently, she touches my skin. My body quivers with antisipation.
Deep as an ocean is the look of her eyes. Blue, ever so blue. Bluer that the sky. When she looks at me there is nothing that my soul can hide, passion.
Softer than rose petals are her lips. Pressed, wet, ever so wanting. Tender, sweeter than wine. So inviting when they touch mine.
Sleek, oh..such soft skin. Graceful, graceful as the wind. Warm, warmer than the morning sun. Passion, hotter than a fire on a cold winter morn.
A wanting of desire, unable to free myself. Comsumed from within my heart. Never to be free, until I have her. A want that cannot be quenched. I call her romance, I call her desire.
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Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:
I wrote this years ago. When I lost my first love. I was about 24 then. I started writing in order to get my feelings out. I've always believed women are one (Jesus being number one)of the greatest gifts God gave a man. Without them we would be hard and uncaring. It was one of my first poems. Love is more than words.
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