We need more poetry around here. Anyone out there hankering to be the poet laureate of TER? Express your feeling for your ATF or your SO or some combination of both. I love to read poetry, and I'm not alone, I'm sure. Belt one out and together we will make our existence more meaningful and be better prepared for National Opera Month.
And I proved it with a post on this board when I first arrived. I was called a white knight, a creep, a stalker, an asshole, and any number of other unpleasantries. Since it was you who suggested that I post it, I think I'll pass this time around, but thanks for the suggestion.
Maybe you should get us started with a few lines of wit and wisdom.
~~Dreamcatcher~~ ~Laying beside you in slumber, I dream of your deep embrace, I taste your lips on mine, I see such Passion in your face. ~Your eyes see right through me, They captivate my Soul, I am yours deep in slumber, Our Desires out of control. ~Your Essence, it consumes me, Your touch leaves me still, You Enchant me in my slumber, Leaving me No free will. ~Your way, so Gentle and calming, Your Heart beats strong and True, Entangled beside you in slumber, My dreams are Only of you. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Nicole Kelly.
~~~Seduction~~ ~~Come let this Passion, Wash over you in waves, Building and growing Intensely, Awakening All of your senses. ~~Feel this Heat coursing through your veins, Your Heart beating Quick, Your skin moist, yet on Fire, Your nerves Alive with Antisipation, Such Wild Sensation...it catches your breath. ~~Drink in All of this Intimacy, With each breath that you take, Let it Seduce you, Consuming you, Til it Overwhelmingly Intoxicates you. Come drown in Desire. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Nicole Kelly. ~~~Our Tryst~~~ Your Desire is Not beyond your reach. It is Mine to Inspire, to quench your Soul. That single moment, a glance a touch, When time stands still... One which takes your breath away. An Intimately Passionate Sensual Tryst. Ours to Indulge and Completely Enjoy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Nicole Kelly.
~~~~His Muse~~~~ ~She brings to him such Comfort, She has a Gentler way, He knows she is Devoted to him, Although she can not stay. ~She fills his heart with Passion, She Inspires his Soul to take flight, She gives her love to him so deeply, She belongs to him this night. ~The curve of her hips, the smell of her hair, The tone of her voice, as she whispers his name, He drinks it All in and Desires her more, From this moment on, he will Not be the same. ~Stolen moments held in time, A glimpse of Love complete, A memory locked in his mind, Until next time they meet. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Nicole Kelly.
~~~For Your Delight~~~ ~She knows what you Want from her, To take you to hights of Desire, Beyond what your mind can see. ~She knows what you need from her, Passion in it's rarest form, To unleash it and set it free. ~A Lover who is Gentle and Kind, A heart Sincere and True, This woman will set your Love on Fire, Tonight she Loves Only you. ~She comes to you at beacon call, To pleasure you is her Delight, She will captivate your inner soul, She is your Love for this one night. ~No need for you to keep inside, This Lust you feel for womankind, She comes to you to fill your Desires, No Finer Courtesan shall you find. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Nicole Kelly.
It is, however, part of my very favorite song, by my very favorite songwriter, Jim Croce, and I thought it might be fitting here. I've felt this way on many occasions, but don't possess the gift that this man had.
We understood completely that our love would last no longer than the morning's early chime still I cannot forget her and the hours we spent together and the time that she was mine and I remember her at first I felt uneasy cause she didn't care to know me till our bodies introduced us and we cared to know no more in her softness warmth and giving in her selfless way of living she had taught me so much more still we understood completely that our love would last no longer than the morning's early chime still I cannot forget her and the hours we spent together and the time that she was mine and I remember her
How do they do it, the ones who make love without love? Beautiful as dancers, gliding over each other like ice-skaters over the ice, fingers hooked inside each other's bodies, faces read as steak, wine, wet as the children at birth whose mothers are going to give them away. How do they come to theCome to the Come to the God come to the still waters, and not love the one who came there with them, light rising slowly as steam off their joined skin? These are the true religious, the purists, the pros, the ones who will not acept a false Messiah, love the priest instead of the God. They do not mistake the lover for their own pleasure, they are like great runners: they know they are alone with the road surface, the cold, the wind, the fit of their shoes, their over-all cardio- vascular health - just factors, like the partner in the bed, and not the truth, which is the single body alone in the universe against its own best time.
Wow Sophie...you are one very talented Lady. I applaude your warm sensual spirit. I so appreciate a deep Soul. Keep writing hon it was beautiful. Nicole
Memories of the way it was before, Carries me to this place I so Adore.
Time with you and time with me, Slipped slowly by the days, I cherish you inside my heart, In so many Special ways.
I turn to you, but you're not there, It's empty where you stood, To go back in time and make things right, Inside I wish we could.
Your laughter haunts my inner soul, Your touch still here but faded, My heart it aches with desperate sighs, Sorrows of how you are jaded.
Remembering your soothing touch, Your whispers in the night, I know deep in my heart it's true, We could never make this right.
Our kisses gone forever now, Like seasons, passed us by, The closeness we once shared in touch, Has watched Our true love die. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Nicole Kelly. written 4/1/08 untitled as of yet.
Ouch...I wrote it, but I believe it's even harder to read it for me...it's all about healing I guess.
All of these words I use are superfluous instruments abused by high-voltage extension cords to simply translate the same feeling between two souls, from a higher being among us, saying what we mean more clearly in its loving silence between us.
Unfortunately it looks like your attempt to purchase VIP membership has failed due to your card being declined. Good news is that we have several other payment options that you could try.
VIP MEMBER
, you are now a VIP member!
We thank you for your purchase!
VIP MEMBER
, Thank you for becoming VIP member!
Membership should be activated shortly. You'll receive notification!
