Questions of Love
Is love but a fleeting feeling?
Or something that is true?
Is it just a passing emotion?
Why is it drawing me to you?
Is love about finding beauty?
Why is there so much pain?
Can it truly mend a broken heart?
Can it make me whole again?
Is it love that bonds us together?
Or desire that controls our minds?
Can my love be a soulful promise?
Or did I just simply waste your time?
Is love like a hidden secret?
One that I am so unaware?
Does it lead to greater purpose?
Do you know how much I care?
Is love about seeking forgiveness?
Will it set aside consuming pride?
Will my selfish will bend to yours?
Or just push yours to the side?
Is love the thing the seals us?
Or am I caught by what you say and do?
Is my heart truly filled with love?
Why can't I stop thinking of you?
Is our love the real question?
Could it ever be defined?
Do you feel my soul touching yours?
Will you forever always be mine?
Even though this did not get RR, it is still my favorite poem. It was so difficult writing a poem completely comprised of questions. Plus I thought the questions to be legitimate not just put there to rhyme.
The Reunion
I was restless all night in anticipation.
Thinking of our long awaited reunion.
Was it possible to try and recapture
the very first love of my faded youth?
My memories were flooded with our
glorious but tumultuous relationship.
How I would sit in class daydreaming
of your inviting enticing, captivating form.
Now we finally meet at the break of dawn,
Just like we have so many times before.
I stand before your magnificence.
In awe of your pleasures awaiting.
The breaking sun silhouettes the form
of your seductive breathless beauty.
Your very scent triggers my memories.
And beckons me to renew past exploits.
Nothing but you can stir this passion
within me in such an addictive way.
Will you receive me as companion
or send me tumbling in rejection?
I can wait no longer in my impatience,
as I slip into the wetness of your folds.
I remember your salty taste upon my lips,
Diving head first into your undulating motion.
You push and surge as I stroke with all
the power, soul and skills of my being.
Cresting, gliding, and moving in unison,
your promised pleasures are unmatched.
But if you're not treated with careful respect,
I know that you can be cold and unforgiving.
Our reunion is almost finished and joy complete as
I slip and slide faster and faster into pure ecstasy.
With this glorious long anticipated encounter accomplished.
Breathlessly I gather myself for another beckoning round.
Only God may truly understand my love and devotion for...
Surfing.
A shimmer darkness falls over my pall,
with a scintilla of ink my last breath call,
'fore the spade diggers lay me final sleep
and my shrill thralls forever coffin deep.
Gone are the lips that caressed my fess,
kissing shadows of my pantomime host,
as your soft breath eased my pain,
lost in words with erotic stain.
A simmering thigh cast an eye,
drawing last hand of a Yarborough,
discarding my sinful boast,
last words of a poetic ghost.
On the shoals of forgotten tides,
a shimmer darkness falls over my pall
like a stone cold of old bones,
saving prose for my final rest.
I have 1 famous story and 15 others and another about to be uploaded soon. There isn't any one in particular I'd prefer people to read as I hope all them are enjoyed by whoever reads them.
Some of them are true, some are an elaboration of actual events and some are fantasy. If you wish to know which are which then you only need to ask.
This is a GOOD QUESTION/THREAD and yet...
(I LIKE all mine!!! In a way, I GUESS your pieces are like your kids... You LOVE them all, but in different ways... DO YOU HAVE FAVOURITES??? Hell, YES!!!)
I DON'T pimp my own work... (I never think that's my job, read it if YOU WANT TO...) I have NO PROBLEM with people who DO THAT, in fact, I often read stuff I get through SPAM... (But I don't do that...)
I think, PUTTING IT OUT THERE invites people to READ IT... (And they will or they won't...)
But that's not MY CALL...
(Read it if you WANT to...)
My job is to WRITE the bugger!
xx SF