NOTE: When I write a sensual piece, my intention is not to write pornographic, not from a sexually predatory perspective — but rather from a place of deep love and passion, shared by genuinely committed lovers.
Last night, I quietly watched you, asleep in the light of the half moon, as it traced the soft edge of dark and light, where it enfolded so gently upon you through the open window, fondling your form.
My eyes embraced full measure, your beautiful essence, to then be lost in the golden tangles of your hair, radiant in the pure moonglow. It fanned out in soft wisps, across your graceful neck, then lay smooth upon your silken breasts, that rose and fell with your breathing. Here I lingered upon the precious tender bud.
As your breath fell, my eyes glided further, down through the valley of your rose petal navel, to be entranced by the velvet flower, sensuously shadowed in the satin cleft, where supple limb met supple limb. Such sensual serenity. I swooned, and swelled to bursting, with love.
I am enraptured
by this vision before me
intoxicating
This is how the WriteSonic AI thinks kissing feels:
What your kiss feels like
It’s heavenly and divine
No words can truly explain
The joy it brings to my mind
My lips long for your kiss
And I wait for it to come
Your sweet caress is bliss
It’s something I can’t outrun
Your tender lips on mine
Everything else disappears
It’s like we’re standing in line
Soon we will have no fears
This is how I think kissing feels…
Eyes lock
they subtle a smile
I lean slightly toward you
I slip my arms ‘round you
one hand slides smoothly
up the center of your back
I pull you to me slowly
looking for a sign that you agree
it comes
we begin a deeper more sensusl embrace
feeling our bodies softly pressing
the softness of our bed
the smoothness of our sheets
eye contact never breaks
my head leans in hesitantly
then yours
both our heads tilt slightly
gently to the right
we glide fully into each other
gently lips contact
they play
nipping
tugging
tasting
with growing urgency
heads tilt forword
lips interlock fully
flesh to flesh
we are breathing each other now
eyes close
the sensual kaleidoscope
begins whirling in my head
as I lay you back on our pillows
as our mouths open slightly
lips pout full and softened
but in charge
our mouths now cover each
gentle but firm
feeling the flesh on flesh
lips on lips
and tongues slip willingly
with a stealth urgency
but with gentle passion
our tongues entwine
gently dancing
feeling
surrendering
our bodies have melded to one
as we huskily begin
to consume the passion of the other
time and space fall away
joyful thrill fills my being
I lose time and place completely
the touching of our souls
in a depth of timeless pleasure
we become infinite
one
as time disappears
then
our lips begin to slowly unlock
as our heads glide back slightly
I slowly determine where I am
I begin to see again
searching I find
I’m looking into your eyes
my whole body tingling
I see your face
your sensual smile
a tingle runs up my spine
I feel a warm flush
has taken my face
I am lost in our embrace
but the pleasure of the contact
of the entire experience
makes me swoon
I am wholly excited
softly
under my breath
I say… “wow — oh wow — I love you so much”
you smile into my eyes
I feel your body
breathing deeply
as it softens in my arms
We’ve watched helplessly
as generations receded
as empires crumbled
greed ran rampant
as civilizations
stumbled on
so disconnected
from one another
so sadly out of touch
with the environment
as the natural world
slowly declined
diminished
withered
scarred
as the
putrid
toxic air
permeated
burnt terrain
to far horizons
until now I stand
thrusting skyward
in this decaying hell
one last dying thing
one pitiful survivor
one final sentinel
time’s witness
watching
the end
with
jan
&
bo
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This is written intentionally, in a prophetic style.
Executed stream of consciousness, with minimum grammatical tweaking.
photo by: Chris Radburn
There is a needing and a caring
a taking and a giving
a sainted depth of sharing
a bless’ed way of living
pieces of one’s soul
peeled away
for the sake of the cherished
writ in blood an awful tome
of all those that perished
a duality of dark and light
of positive and negative
of eternal wrong and right
it haunts by reaching out
with wing’ed clutch
of profaned hands
impaled evil
which in shadow stands
to inflict raw wounds
pure savage
beastly brutes of ravage
that also bless with sacred touch
to sooth the burning bruise
and heal the unseen damage
foretold in ancient truths
rooted in the need to nurture
open the gate of true compassion
bar not the weak in need
take not advantage of their wanting
they are not prey for your hunting
rebuke contemptuous greed
in the looking one-eyed blind
to see that which is not seen
know sure the frailties
in the feigh unfocused seer
madness engulfs the heart
of the flat-light sighted
obscuring truth
amplifying fear
yet radiance of clarity
envelopes the sainted
by holy light revealing
illuminating the wondrous
showing pure the way
of fundamental healing
voids of spirit
marked and remembered
are besought in the leaving time
at the crossing over
to the dream
of hard justice
for brutal crime
seeking rebirth
on the morrow
washed clean
in the water’s sorrow
I am here
but for only you
until all that remains
are the tormentor’s brittled bones
those who meant you menace
who meant you harm
those who terrorized this land
now sanctified by lethal penance
inflicted by your righteous hand
so
on this glorious night
disarm
devour my word complete
in validation of my path
in supplication to the way of light
consummation of my holy fate
walk with me contrite in prayer
fragile forgiven heathens
head bowed seeking bless’ed mercy
through eternity’s innocence gate
S itting here
I play
off key
waiting
for the light
of inspiration
I watch the flow
of people
the shuffle of feet
with their different sounds
according to their shoes
I see shapes of faces
scabbed unsmiling lips
their void curve
denounce this evening
damp & dreary
they’re escaping yuck
the black hole sun
as fate is
dancin’ in the moonlight
yet unseen
black and charred
by this celestial anomaly
this heavenly abomination
this black hole sun
when the gossamer curtain
falls
defining these nameless
I sense
their soul’s duality
realizing
the divergent reality
through which
their truth
stumbles blind
to move in the world
rough as a rope
taut as every promise made
frayed as wisdom
leaned in
whispered from behind
I reach high
to grab at time
like dropped money
ever more precious
doing so
I notice the shoes
the belts
the bags
all made of leather
tanned hides
of the dead
innocent
I feel a shiver
a sad imbalance
a confliction
in my soul
so
I’ll practice non-attachment
because I can
M
knowing
I must
and observey
the lonely lady in red
whose trapped her words
on paper
locked in a wired cage
wholly removed
indifferent
but still
pieces of me
of my sorrow
stick
to her
to whomever
gets too close
you may have seen me
sobbing
silhouetted against the sky
the coldest night in January
playing
with the frozen moon
a duet
to make the coyotes
of this concrete
cower in their dens
then moon and I
sneak away
then we run
from room
to imaginary room
hiding from the devious
black hole sun
the whole world
close enough to touch
yet distant
distracted
much like the woman
in the black on white dress
deflecting
the rain of chaos
with her parasol
later
we will eat
a midnight lunch
white cheese sandwiches
dressed with dreams
and fragrances
of foreign lands
and onion’d thoughts
layered thick
and deep
oh
but please
peel back the layers
peel them away
to my clean
thin by thin
skin by skin
to my quivering soul
I hope
I am not hideousn
in your sight
I’m the 35mm man
show mercy
these thoughts
my thoughts
become too heavy to hold
or chew
or swallow
or lug
in this massive bag
of regret
my thoughts
my madness
bonewhite lies
of morality plays
open for you to peek
hope they are not
hideous in your sight
hope they do not
give you fright
make you cry
I will play
a sad song
as you peel back
all the layers
onion’d
thought
layers
held fast and firm
tonight
there is a schism
in the big apple
stitched red
a weight
in the force
like a carapace
to which
I’m stitched
and welded
and can no more leave
than you can truly enter
it ties me down
sometimes
but sometimes
barely so
survivor that I am
the inescapable optimism
in my barebones grin
my callused fingers
rebending strings
to make them sigh
my faux smile flashes
in the brittle moonlight
that rises
through the fog
this night
a night
of wounded dreams
as lovers
betrayed by love
wonder in their bed
what is this
all about…
alfie
really
and a patrolman
comes to where I sit
to look
see
and listen
his mag’s big beam
blinds the stars
from my eyes
brandishing his warm
weaponized smile
his radar eyes
scan the forgotten creases
and clandestine getaways
in my mind
searching my truth
standing over
he looks down
icy eye’d
he sees my scabbed lips
cracked and dry
“black sun got you”
“this is madness”
he says
but I know
one of us
can learn
a thing or two
tonight
if someone
pulls the bow
just right
presses the strings
down tight
plays
with insight
if someone
will just release the light
trapped by that black hole sun
composed for my 76th birthday, with deepest love for my wife, children, and grandson
This is a rhyme pattern I think I conceived: aba cddc — calling it the triquadric.
And as it must — the river flows
impatient to be onward
as onward — so it goes
‘tween twists and turns
of bolder’d banks — and fate
as though it simply cannot wait
the purpose of its journey burns
into the future does it stretch
at first — but a lazy trickle
‘til a torrent rushes on its fetch
something urgent beckons further
perhaps a vision on the horizon
churns the current to enliven
and stirs to froth its coursing fervor
still it will not — cannot stop
its destiny lies far ahead
its surging power will not drop
over obstacle and barrier
it must deliver its fare downstream
to the very threshold of a dream
its purpose deemed to be a carrier
the dream — is my very life
the river — is my pulsing essence
and yes – the passage had its strife
many ports of wonder I left behind
but I would make this trip again
for the loved ones — and for the friends
and for the beautiful — that shined
also — the river is precious time
and on — and ever on it rolls
as I near the destined end of mine
my heart is scarred — but full of riches
for all I’ve had, lost, n’those I’ve treasured
tears of joy and sorrow flow unmeasured
I pray fate grant my final wishes
to remember it all — when comes my end
in mindful gratitude for ev’ry thing
make strong my spirit – over fear transcend
may I feel my life energy lift and fly
have voice to say thank you for our life
as I gaze into the eyes of my belov’ed wife
with my children and grandson gathered near
to feel the love – when finally comes — my last Goodbye
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