I Love When One Of My Poems From My Deleted Blog Finds Me!

After It All

After it all. The night. The taking.

The fantasy and madness.

The beyond expectations and in some cases,

Imagination. After your heart’s wildness,

The heaving breath. The throat sore from cries.

The marks.

After there is no one left but you and I

And the messy memory of our hours

And orgasms. After it all, there is this.

You in my shirt. A cup of tea.

My arms open to hold you

As long as you need to let it all sink in,

Allowing lust to become love

And memory,

and the certainty of more.

An Audience of One

It has been an elegant pleasure, you half exposed over dinner and an audience. '

But now we are alone. And I am an audience of one. And the elegance is about to end,

and the raw truth of desire is exposed with each small hook undone.

Taken. Not Taken

You, and all that you are,  every curve and line,  every expanse of silken skin,  every orifice,  every dark corner of your heart….

mine. 

Not taken,  no matter how it seems  when I render you helpless and take your body like a slave to my pleasure. 

No, not taken,  but given in a perfect, desperate love more complete than passion or romance alone could ever be. 

The Moment You Were Mine

What was done or not done. What boundaries were crossed, and where pain and pleasure merged until each was forgotten, replaced by something more than either, consumption, writhing as one caress built on the next, And then, the perfect, most memorable moment of release.

I still carry that image, your face and soul lost to my touch, mine in the moment. Mine in eternity.

I love it when I find a poem from my deleted blog that I can repost to my new on. In this case the poem found me. A Reader from London refound me and shared two. Thank you!

As Often

Not every submission is brutal. As often, I simply desire your skin exposed for my caress, in admiration of the gift that is you.

A Memory in Pink

She wore pink lingerie,

And I looked at her, no gazed at her

Like it was the first time.

That is the way it has always been with her,

Ever new. Perfect for all the reasons she believes

herself not to be.

Perhaps it was not on for long,

But it did not matter. She wore it for me,

knowing full well the effect the gift would have on me.

Passion enflamed. Senses suddenly vibrant.

Heart lost to her yet again. My heart touched

As much as my body.

It is true that she submits to me,

But I am forever lost in her.

Both of us, exactly as we should be.

Weakness

I have a weakness for you surrendered

Too Much

Mostly when I think of romance it is in black and white, reminiscent of old movies, mixing the repartee and passion in equal amounts in a palette of history and promise.

But you are too much to hold to light and dark. White, shades of pink, eyes rich in color, nipples a shade of their own, lips always the color of orgasm

and even more so when you do.

I love when one of my poems from my deleted blog finds me!

The Last Barrier

“It can be easy or it can be hard. I tell you  as I undo the satin strap. 

The speed and the depth of your breath tell me which as I pull off  the last barrier 

Formerly “The Other Poems” with 12,000+ readers and correspondents until without warning Tumblr decided I was no longer worthy of web space..

Below is my first book of poems from the original "Other Poems" blog. You can get it on Amazon on Kindle and Paperback.

If you have any of my poems from the original blog on your blog, let me know so I can repost it here. If you like a poem, please repost it so I can find my friends from the last blog. The worst thing about being Tumblr Erased is the loss of connection.

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My corset blog was also erased by Tumblr. I have rebirthed that one too. You can find it here: https://www.tumblr.com/corsetsandkinks4

I have not rebirthed my "The Other Words" blog, which had prose, memoirs and sexual topics worth a comment or two. If you are interested in that one coming back, drop me a private message and if enough people want it, I may start it up again.

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I love conversation, but I am in a wonderful relationship, so no come ons. You would not have a chance no matter who you are.