WarriorPoet
Greenlighter
Late night, IM, wine & cheese, and a pair of musing poets...a recipe for some fairly heady conversation...but judge for yourself:
"how you feel old man?"
"not old"
"then give me a word"
"skippy"
"that's a good word. I feel like a kitten"
"i feel like a slinky tomcat flowing with creative licks and drips of live honey loving all over the cyberpage i am birthing with my mind, a male womb of tomb and dance given flower and power to feel forward with eyesclosed inward and slide like surfers across a liquid chaos cutting a track of wake in back that splashes the page with my rage and lust...and trusting only that laughing eyes will see my demise and rise me up to walk unafraid once more to the beat of my thrice light heart"
"I shall abuse the word "beautiful" with your name"
"and i see you as the manifestation of the Earth-Mother herself, priestess of Kali, and thus beyond my mortal ken to describe with cheap words and lame poet metaphors, the power i feel in your kiss takes me trembling to a place of worship i never knew existed, and i am amazed and humbled that i am allowed to feel this sacred mystery, and know beyond knowing that others only have an inkling of what this blessing is, or they would claim it, and bask in it shamefully and often in hopes of touching the divine yet again if only for a flicker of moment"
"Pretty boy, I think you found the words you say you don't have. I adore the feel of you thumping in me"
"if i have, it is Muse I found in you, and revelation in the touch of your lips..the spiritual encompasses the visceral and is embodied in the earthly rendition of the Mothers beauty as I find it in your eyes and the touch of your energy softly seeking my own as i give all, openly, gladly, eagerly up to you...my Queen, my friend, confidant, lover yes lover in spirit worlds we dance intrinsic trances entwined in each others rhyme, and i revel to your yellow and gray and pray not to wake so that we may fly on and on..."
"and on and on with breath and sighed songs in my head dancing in trances sucked from your tongue. Filling me wanting and wet, energized from the fire in your chest thumping into, thru my blood, you are a stag of 7 tines, times all my rhymes together, weather patterns shifting as you sigh. And I fall open and warm safe in thunder snapping in your eyes"
"mmmm...wanting and wet indeed, the signs of my need seep from my thickening desire, fire hot and straining against my self-imposed silence of nightfall...soft moans in the night the only sign of my plight, caressing my own skin.. a pale shade in remembrance of fingertips of power setting my flesh alight with writhing, dancing pulses of your arousal made real in my spine clenching, rising, roaring, fully enfolding and fucking my mind, head thrown back in agonize, pain and pleasure through rolled back eyes, my whole world moves with each subtle motion as you play me, i play you with lips and licks, the nectar quickens my heart and i begin to give in to the inevitable screaming writhing crying loss of all control of my soul and the overwhelming desire to empty that soul into yours..."
"lovely sights to weave for my fingers, slick and quick, stretching where I wish yours were, wishing I were under you, your weight wet warm against my bent back. Teeth holding me almost "there" suspended between small deaths and your voice. Wanting to be small, folded, opened, aware of the fire of you, hearing knowing understanding, dancing with you, in you, looking into your eyes while you wonder at your body again"
"and i want to marvel at mine through your eyes and feel my hard and soft sighs tasting and tracing every lace of lovely blushing skinship we share as i bare my secrets for you to devour and feel the pain as you take your right to inflict licked torture on my bound and writhing body offered up in glorious screaming abandon to your whim before breaking the bonds with warrior madness and turning on your yielding soft glowing goddessness with animal eyes and dread desire demanding your blood, sweat, and cries and ultimate surrender exploding into a flaming phoenix of our passion made life and lust entwining rhyming raping the quasars to feed our need for this nonstop orgasm merging into multiversal patterns of color and energy blood sugar fucking sex magick.."
"I hope you are keeping this for a poem"! : )
Warrior 2007
"how you feel old man?"
"not old"
"then give me a word"
"skippy"
"that's a good word. I feel like a kitten"
"i feel like a slinky tomcat flowing with creative licks and drips of live honey loving all over the cyberpage i am birthing with my mind, a male womb of tomb and dance given flower and power to feel forward with eyesclosed inward and slide like surfers across a liquid chaos cutting a track of wake in back that splashes the page with my rage and lust...and trusting only that laughing eyes will see my demise and rise me up to walk unafraid once more to the beat of my thrice light heart"
"I shall abuse the word "beautiful" with your name"
"and i see you as the manifestation of the Earth-Mother herself, priestess of Kali, and thus beyond my mortal ken to describe with cheap words and lame poet metaphors, the power i feel in your kiss takes me trembling to a place of worship i never knew existed, and i am amazed and humbled that i am allowed to feel this sacred mystery, and know beyond knowing that others only have an inkling of what this blessing is, or they would claim it, and bask in it shamefully and often in hopes of touching the divine yet again if only for a flicker of moment"
"Pretty boy, I think you found the words you say you don't have. I adore the feel of you thumping in me"
"if i have, it is Muse I found in you, and revelation in the touch of your lips..the spiritual encompasses the visceral and is embodied in the earthly rendition of the Mothers beauty as I find it in your eyes and the touch of your energy softly seeking my own as i give all, openly, gladly, eagerly up to you...my Queen, my friend, confidant, lover yes lover in spirit worlds we dance intrinsic trances entwined in each others rhyme, and i revel to your yellow and gray and pray not to wake so that we may fly on and on..."
"and on and on with breath and sighed songs in my head dancing in trances sucked from your tongue. Filling me wanting and wet, energized from the fire in your chest thumping into, thru my blood, you are a stag of 7 tines, times all my rhymes together, weather patterns shifting as you sigh. And I fall open and warm safe in thunder snapping in your eyes"
"mmmm...wanting and wet indeed, the signs of my need seep from my thickening desire, fire hot and straining against my self-imposed silence of nightfall...soft moans in the night the only sign of my plight, caressing my own skin.. a pale shade in remembrance of fingertips of power setting my flesh alight with writhing, dancing pulses of your arousal made real in my spine clenching, rising, roaring, fully enfolding and fucking my mind, head thrown back in agonize, pain and pleasure through rolled back eyes, my whole world moves with each subtle motion as you play me, i play you with lips and licks, the nectar quickens my heart and i begin to give in to the inevitable screaming writhing crying loss of all control of my soul and the overwhelming desire to empty that soul into yours..."
"lovely sights to weave for my fingers, slick and quick, stretching where I wish yours were, wishing I were under you, your weight wet warm against my bent back. Teeth holding me almost "there" suspended between small deaths and your voice. Wanting to be small, folded, opened, aware of the fire of you, hearing knowing understanding, dancing with you, in you, looking into your eyes while you wonder at your body again"
"and i want to marvel at mine through your eyes and feel my hard and soft sighs tasting and tracing every lace of lovely blushing skinship we share as i bare my secrets for you to devour and feel the pain as you take your right to inflict licked torture on my bound and writhing body offered up in glorious screaming abandon to your whim before breaking the bonds with warrior madness and turning on your yielding soft glowing goddessness with animal eyes and dread desire demanding your blood, sweat, and cries and ultimate surrender exploding into a flaming phoenix of our passion made life and lust entwining rhyming raping the quasars to feed our need for this nonstop orgasm merging into multiversal patterns of color and energy blood sugar fucking sex magick.."
"I hope you are keeping this for a poem"! : )
Warrior 2007
