Last Commented Ode Poems (274)

Touching your body gently you me soft cotton sheets. concepts you already know for 5 to 6 hours we let ourselves go, letting currents of liquid and energy flow, combined with the mind and emotions intertwined, we are no longer confined we are free, to chase pleasure with no measure or limit with in we can become one again, my companion, my lover, my friend, my queen, my support, my team I want you to feel my understanding my deepest thoughts of you, LOVE keeps me from getting enough your thoughts keep you releasing at the softest touch of my hands your moans and groans signify satisfaction gratifacation almost relaxation the high pitch and tight squeeze proves that your pleased please tell me what I mean to you, what's my name ooooh I don't want to curse. Oh shit I couldn't help it this deep level of spiritual and physical connection is overwhelming flesh provked by temptation with high levels of passion and desire and lust her body giving praises as it reaches eupohoria ,exhausted, drained, flustered, famished. yet so eager to continue patiently awaiting the next oppurtunity

Paint me in chocolate, smooth dairy milk
Lay me down on sheets of purest silk.
Let your tongue caress every cranny and nook,
Oh come on please - this only happens in books!

Wouldn't it be nice though to surrender
In sweet ecstacy to each other
Giving in to our every desires and shameful whims
Whether it's to the art of sensuality or a bottle of gin?

Smother me in cream, aerosol cream will do,
I am at your mercy, do what you will do.
Touch me with hands so gentle and strong,
Give me that for which I so desperately long.

Let us entwine our bodies around each other,
Giving in completely to sweet surrender.
Make love to me on sheets of purest silk,
Paint me in chocolate, smooth dairy milk.

A young lady both beautiful and smart
A vision, an exceptional work of art
Her laugh, her Lips, her long blonde hair
A perfect picture just standing there
Angels would envy her enchanting smile
I caught her glance that we kept a while

Of our attraction there was no doubt
I had not the courage to ask her out
She patiently and calmly waited
Convinced somehow that we where fated
Then one day she gave up waiting
And bluntly said we should start dating

I remember once when I drove her home
Summers days, clear skies and warm
And at that meeting my heart did say
“I’ve fallen deeply in love today”
We spent the night sat on her parents’ lawn
Talking and cuddling till the break of dawn

We spent a day at Clumber Park
Romantic themes and playful lark
On the way home we went for a meal
And I had planned her heart to steel
I asked the question on that night
The answer made my heart take flight

Through college days when we were parted
Our love grew strong the courtship started
Countless letters penned and posted
And of our love we often boasted
Wedding plans had had some tweaks
Now counting down the last few weeks

Through mist and fog she drove alone
From her college, a lonely journey home
She rang me from a service station
To update me on her current location
Progress was slow but carefully driven
So her lateness was forgiven

A lorry that was travelling far too fast
With a foolishness that’s unsurpassed
Had failed to see the traffic slowing
Or the brake lights that where glowing
I felt her passing even though miles away
A dreadful feeling that had come my way.

It took a long time to recover
Moping and crying on the death of a lover
Eventually I found an inner peace
And my self-pity did finally cease
The promise that I made her on that day
Is the one thing that I’ll never betray.

Year of Splendour, year of bliss
Year to attain your lips to kiss
Year of Wonder, year of delight
Shine on me with your true light

No more emails, no more maybes
Stand beside me and be my baby
Tender moments all in virtual space
Allow me to touch your pretty face

Year assured to be the best ever
Year that draws you to me forever
Year of passion and kindred spirit
Heart beats robust if you are near it

No more questions or silly quibbles
No more hesitant pensive nibbles
Stand before me and toss the coin
For our spirits are destined to join

Year of hope, year two thousand eleven
Year my true love drops from heaven
Year of change, but for the better
Profound love attached with this letter

Happy New Year to all members of CS
Knowing it will truly be the Best
Thanking poets for wit and debate
Thanks for a Corner to meet my mate

Have you ever had the feeling aS if whAT chicken little said was true?

well something thoroughly confusing has me wondering wht to do

it was well before the sun told the "moon away"

and now i sit upon a plush sofa wondering and pondering what to say

this happenstance is amazingly lovely and wants something to me

but things like this, for me, always have a price and are never free

because the universe doesn't often offer something for me and my mortal coil

but it's difficult to say no to beauty so regal and royal
~free cee!~

Now my heart is purple...
Beyond belief...
Like an ancient magic turtle...
What a relief!!!
Now my breath is still
In spite of being so ill...
Wishing on my luck star
Exposing my battle scar
A scent of indian clove...
Maybe thou can not know my Love
However i long to meet thee
And so i say: i am thy Queen(quean) Bee...

SURELY SHE WAS A TAILOR BORN
ALTERING ME WITH HR ALLURING NATURE
AND SILKEN THREAD COAXED THROUGH THE EYE OF A NEEDLE
EACH STICH RICH IN REWARDS AND GRANDEUR
EVERY INCH SEWN BY A HAND WITH INSTINCTUAL CARE
AND WOVEN WHEN THE WOMAN WILLED IT SO

I STOOD BEFORE HER AS SHE MEASURED MY FRAME
PRECISION WAS OF PRIMARY CONCERN
AS HER AMBER EYES SCANNED THE CANVAS OF THIS MAN
THE WAY AN ARTIST FALLS UPON A SCENE HE FEELS COMPELLED TO REPLICATE
BE IT A LANDSCAPE, A LAKE OR THE LOVELINESS OF LUCERNE
I WAS TO BECOME HER MASTERPIECE SIGNED BY A MASTER
PREPARED WITH PRISTINE PROBABILITIES
WHILE SHE SHE BRUSHED MY TORSO WITH HER CHEEK
HEMMING MY HERRINGBONE WHILE HEIGHTENING MY HOPES
A PIN PLACED PROPERLY WHERE CLOTH KISSED LEATHER
A REMINDER OF WHERE TO LAY HER THREAD
AS THOUGHTS OF SECOND NATURE FILLED MY HEAD
FOR SURELY SHE WAS A TAILOR BORN

BUT ALL TOO OFT A MODEL REBELS AGAINST THE STITCH
AND POINTS THE PIN TO PROVIDENCE
A FATE THAT PROHIBITS PRECISION
AND DULLS THE NEEDLE WITH WHICH SHE SEWS
WHILE THE CLOTH SHE CLAIMED WAS CASHMERE FRAYED
AN UNRECOGNIZABLE REMNANT OF RUIN
AND SILKEN FABRIC BECOMES GABARDINE
WHILE TWILLL LAYS BATTERED AND TORN
FOR SURELY SHE WAS A TAILOR TO MOURN
(C)2011....free cee

Misty clouds over mountains flow, as cold north winds begin to blow. The wind, it carries her name. Uttered in natures language it's still the same. Beautiful yet strong and oh so sweet, it carries it fourth for me to meet.
I turn to leave, but at last I stay, for I see her there coming my way. As she nears the roses bloom, but her beauty exceeds their sweet perfume.
Shes here, is it just a dream. Our lips they meet, and all else is gone. For now we sing Kylies Song.

Somewhere in this life..............
........................ is what's called
the sea of souls.................................

.................. drifting.....

...in a endless effort..................
............to find salvation within. . .

it can be a plague
from generation to generation. . .
yielding to any hope
derived from
a mindstate of despair. . .
to be born
with an unadulterated peace. . .
it becomes an affliction
to grasp the real. . .

the real's a virtual trip
to find the way
of filling the void in one's soul. . .
until such time
the soul
shall be adrift
for not a thousand years.

it is dark in here, there's a door, but it's locked.
there's a window, but it's blocked by riles.
and i'm getting deeper in a trance.
The voices from the past have echoed long enough.
I listen to their silence, like noisome mirth.
in my mind, I see how I can fly through the walls.
how time can be manipulated, but i'm still in this fleshy shell.
my third eye awakens, it beholds purple ecto plasm.
of a time not known to me, but I see the shape.
and how it manifests throughout my entire room.
there's fear, within the deepest pits of my toe's.
and there is courage on the edges of my fingers.
the walls are under greasy goo.
there where my eye is above the pedastal.
I shall always see what is beyond my darkness...