I feel the wanting
as you are haunting...
my lustful, needy...
greedy..
thoughts

I know I really hadn't ought
to think this way
of things to do when down we lay
and about your warm & rugged arms
keeping me from any harm

I'm swallowed by seductive charms
defenseless you're
whispering the sky my name
know of me ...my secret shame
this need...we share?

words said kerning
we're bothered,
....yearning
I  am bare
for you..
I feel a need to share with you
could we face
  our darkness together?

on gloomy tides of stormy weather
is written on the Dead Sea Scrolls
a love of two who seem the same,
shared in us our
heart and souls?
I have wandered far looking...

So should we
take a chance and try
instead of always wondering why?
would we
be any good for one another
a raging fire burning
unwanted things unlearning
Could we
find of pure desire
light the lovers hottest fires?

or flames go out we tamper,
smother?
left smoldering
shouldering our way,
and left...
we never learned
ready to rise
and ready to
.....be BURNED?

Cherie Nolan © 2016

When he kissed her lips,
"You're a good kisser", he said.

Doesn't he know
That she's a great lover too?

I guess the step I took
Was too heavy.
The thin ice finally broke
And we are slowly sinking
To the bottom.
Unable to breathe,
Conscious every second.

we see the gold’s of a shimmering
sun fall on the horizon, the last of
day, leaving trails of hummingbirds.

the sky begins to mourn the last
of light, scattering breeze-like
in a cloud of dark ink.

the moon pours pearls into cloud
widens her eyes; the dark gathers
the pearls, softening like dream.

thick honeysuckle traces the
walls, the immense night
sings of love in a gentle voice

and as the tide sweeps clean the
wandering sands, beautiful and
infinite the last star falls.

When it comes to ***...more often than not, women are the teachers and men the students.The woman shows the way..the man merely follows.The act itself is such an interesting phenomenon..it's more than just the physical part..it's mental,emotional and spiritual as well..it's an awakening of the senses so to speak..a stimulation of the body,mind and soul..a process of self-discovery..a constant learning process..a union of two bodies..two souls..two persons locked in an embrace filled with an immense heat of passion,love,trust and perhaps lust...engulfed by the flames of curiosity and an uncontrollable urge to explore..an exploration of the body..an exploration of the senses...exposing the soul and looking deep inside of it.However it's the period before the act..the foreplay and teasing that i find most fascinating...the pre-act excitement..the build-up..the anticipation...it's such an incredible experience.I have always believed that women are the best teachers when it comes to a lot of things in life..we men have much to learn from them.

.

What can I say
that she's not heard before
so many voices are calling

Where can I find
every poetic word
so in my arms she'll be falling

How can I stand out
a face in the crowd
from all the others now showing

Coerce her eyes
till she sees no one else
gazes my way now are flowing

When will it be
till I'm all that she wants
another her heart, won't be stealing

What can I say
that she's not heard before,
so she will know how I'm feeling

Keep poetry
In the clouds above your head
Write poetry
Across the world to make peoples
Think that you are a poet
Love poetry
When u are having good habits
Or compassion
Express poetry
About your feelings happening now
Show poetry
What u are able to do with it
Telling others that
                           POETRY
                                 IS
                       EVERYTHING
  But keeping poetry is what we do today.

                         By K-mari ©2016

You walk into my mind
You take over
Its beautiful for a moment
And then you leave
And then its torture