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 Feb 2015 Alice Morris
Jon G M
Wearing a blindfold
Inspiring fascination and lust
A thrilling sensation of fear
The fantasy providing an escape
Daring and unconventional
****** taste that's intriguing and *****
The pursuit of ones own pleasure
Given into the desires of the lover
I woke up suddenly.
As I felt weighing pair of eye staring at me.

It was yours.

"Why?" I asked.
"Nothing." You replied cooly.

I want to go back to sleep.
Yet I cannot.
For---
Your eyes, smoking.
Lust.
With your hair messy like that.
Shirt buttons come undone.
Revealing the body of my beautiful man.

My breathing shallowed.
Your smile shadowed.

Fighting the urge to touched you first.
I lost the battle with your next words.
"Make love to me."

I reached out.
Aimed for your lips.
Closer.
Closer.
Breathings harder.
Close-e-r-r-i-n-n-g-g-g-g

My alarm sounded.
It is morning.
Oh my.
Another helpless dream.
For the man who invaded my sleep by slipping into my dreams. Another sleepless night. (sigh)
"Learn to write by doing it.
Read widely and wisely.
Increase your word power.
Find your own individual voice
through practicing constantly.
Go through the world with your
eyes and ears open and learn to
express that experience in words."

PD James (1920-2014)


I took a little trip
To the Isle of Write
There to find
My muse
My light...

I went to a wise man
On a Himalayan hill
For to find
A poem to quill...

I went right
I went left
But the write
Was still bereft...

I went here
I went there
Couldn't find help
Anywhere...

So I sat down
Pen in hand
And thought about
Those foreign lands.

To describe them
I painted with ink
It was hard
But made me think...

Hardly did a day go by
When in frustration
I did not cry...

But at last
The words took flight
I told tales
Of sadness. Fright...

The pen took on
A life of its own
The lines like scalpels
To the bone...

No more struggle
No more strain
I had the write stuff
In my brain...

Now the page
And pen don't thwart...

... the poetry is in my heart!
I consider PD James to be
one of the greatest writers
of her genre. She wrote
Mystery novels. Her character
Commander Adam Dalgliesh
was also a poet. A few of her
books have "his" poems in them.
She could have been a great poet.
Sadly she died November 27, 2014.
She was 94.

The Isle of Wight is on the
coast of England
Can you guess
My hidden secret
Where in darkness
You will feel pain
But also pleasure
With a forbidden taboo
For nobody will know
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