Secret Shame

My anonymous friend has sent me another poem they wish to put out to the world. You can tell by the subject matter, this is an extremely personal one, and they are very brave in being so honest in their words. I hope you like this one, and again, please offer all encouragements that you would for my work. Thank you.

My secret is your secret
I secrete at your obvious pleasure
The eyes from the moon watching us
In the woods at our limited leisure
Waiting for me to arrive in our private little love den
Nervously looking childish until you welcome me in
An awkward gap between us just a pigeon step away
I throw myself at you and so begins our play
Hands searching for places forbidden by society’s law
Lips sucking at naked skin, biting until sore
The flames born from Hell start scrabbling at our feet
Too distracted to stamp them out – into me you retreat
Flickering further and further heat rises from the lust
Avoiding getting burnt we move positions to adjust
Grasping scalding skin we hold on as if we’re dying
The only Being breathing for life is the Angel inside me crying
Your hand gripping my hair, another wrapped around my throat
Oxygen restricted as I begin to gently float
In a liquid of ecstasy and energy higher and higher I swiftly rise
The goodness that was once in me slowly begins its demise
Pressed together in luscious glue of sweat and dirty sin
We enter an immoral world of self indulgence from within
Bodies entwined like creeping ivy poisoning the mind
Eyes locked into each other’s selfish souls spellbound and love blind
Completely oblivious to the sounds and smells of the reality in which we lie
Almost at the pinnacle awaiting the orgasmic high
A simultaneous head rush dizzy from the height
We hold each other’s gazes in the coldness of the night
What felt like hours of our precious time has now melted away
And so we creep out with heads of shame and go out separate lost ways.

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A Room At The Top

There’s a room in a house
You shared with a girl,
A window that showed the
Dark streets;
It sat at the top of
A three storied stair,
A pillow that always
Smelled sweet.

The first night I stayed there
You offered me wine,
You told me I would not
Drive home;
We shared a hot evening
A night under stars,
Such moves I had never
Been shown.

The drive the next morning
That took me away,
A route to be etched in
My mind;
This journey I’d follow
Again and again,
To room where our bodies
Entwined.

This house in the city
The room at the top,
Forever I just longed
To be;
A climb to the top of
The three storied stairs,
The whole world then made sense
To me.

Mistress

This one may come across as a bit of a weird one, and I’m not sure where the ideas came from (deepest, darkest desires anyone??) but the first line triggered everything that followed it. I hope it doesn’t freak too many of you out.

Lay with me in swimwear while we paint
Each others toes,
Come with me to dingy clubs where
No one ever goes,
Scrape my skin with nails of red
And call me dirty whore,
Make me cry aloud in pain and
I will beg for more,
Kiss me once to break my heart and
Shower me with gifts,
Abuse my nature soft and sweet
And I will call you bitch,
Drive me mad with black desire
Promise me the moon,
Then crush my passion with your words
And fill my soul with doom,
I’ll never get enough of you no
Matter what you do,
For I believe I so deserve a
Mistress such as you.

Party

I can’t say for sure where this came from, but it may help to know I was thinking of Hunter S. Thompson and his book “Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas” when this came to me…

A carnival of frolicking freaks
A party of perversion,
The night that rings with ecstasy
And speaks to all subversion.
The devilled masks that hide the grins
The cloaks that hide the grasping,
All shown in light from candles red
That flutter with their gasping.
A scent of musk and sweet perfume
A taste of sweat on skin,
To touch and feel with covered eyes
And drink the milk of sin.
The music of a countless moan
The sounds of pleasures pleading,
Such symphony to speak of lust
And fantasies of pleasing.
A night that’s rich with hot desire
A time for taking pleasure,
To hell with all may come at dawn
Let greed and want take measure.
Oh take me to this wicked den
Where bodies are the masters,
And leave me be in decadence
To stay there ever after.

Reblog : The Quiet Night

Dearest readers,
Consider this something to just keep this blog ticking over. I’ve been so busy with one thing and another, and my ever-frustrating muse has decided I need a break from her again. Because of this, I have not written anything original for a while. I hope you like this reblog – it’s a fairly recent one, but as I read through my old posts this one caught my eye. Stay tuned – something new will be up soon.

Much love,

Simon

You hush me with admonished
sigh, a whisper in the quiet night.
My passion cries, but sound doth
travel at hour late as this.

Why does the world in silence rest
and fail to drown out lovers gasps?
Not wishing to disturb the dark,
you silence me with a kiss.

As chest expels a wanton groan,
religious pleading is kept at bay.
But deity’s name deserves a shout
when body feels such bliss.

Susurration fills my ears
as climax drowns all rational thought.
But cry I must into quiet night,
when feeling love as pure as this.

The Quiet Night

You hush me with admonished
sigh, a whisper in the quiet night.
My passion cries, but sound doth
travel at hour late as this.

Why does the world in silence rest
and fail to drown out lovers gasps?
Not wishing to disturb the dark,
you silence me with a kiss.

As chest expels a wanton groan,
religious pleading is kept at bay.
But deity’s name deserves a shout
when body feels such bliss.

Susurration fills my ears
as climax drowns all rational thought.
But cry I must into quiet night,
when feeling love as pure as this.

Reblog: A Last Embrace

I’m still feeling bereft of inspiration, so I thought I’d reblog an earlier post. I know, I know, it’s a cheats way out, but what am I going to do? I’m quite shallow and lazy really. Anyway – hope you like this one.

They lay repose by candlelight,
beauty seen in naked form;
their shining eyes with sweet regard
gazed lovingly and warm.

This final night of happiness,
to share a last embrace;
one more chance in solitude
to make their hearts to race.

Each shadow caused by gutt’ring flame
slid gracefully on skin;
the thickness of a lovers breath,
and dark as promised sin.

As lip to lip they lay entwined,
skin moist from summers heat;
this image of twin Aphrodite
painted on silk sheets.

Their final act of love expressed
untainted, pure and chaste;
could naught be sweeter than two lovers
who share a last embrace.