"The Object of My Desires" (Entry 351)

Is that his voice?

He beckons me. 

I try, but can't pull away

From eye contact. 

We stare. Joined. 

Transfixed. 

His smile sparkles. 

He knows he has me. 

How could he not?

Just so beautiful,

I want him to be mine. 

I'm too weak to resist. 

I take a step towards him. 

Dare I?

My mouth goes dry

As I feel my pulse racing. 

He has my heart. 

I lick my lips

As I slip toward him. 

Closer. 

Pupils dilate. 

Closer. 

I raise a trembling hand

To stroke his smooth face. 

I'm hit by a jolt of electricity. 

Sparking blue in my mind. 

A frenzy of energy 

Ripples throughout my being. 

We are connected.

Through the ages, by spirit, by life. 

Me and this stunning object of desire. 

Me and the Crystal Skull!

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If you want to find out more about 'the object of my desires' ;-) The Crystal Skull, please check out this link to the British Museum. 

http://www.britishmuseum.org/explore/highlights/highlight_objects/aoa/r/rock_crystal_skull.aspx

"For You To Find" (Entry 310)

What was mine 

Was always yours. 

You knew that, 

If only you'd looked inside. 

I was yours to find. 

Easier than delving into a boiled egg,

Only thin shelled - never thick skinned. 

No tricky tongs or paring knives needed. 

Just me on the menu. 

Always yours to find. 

Always there, in the now. 

A present in the present.

If you'd ripped open the tissue paper

Of your own deceit and lies,

I was still there to find. 

You didn't want the trouble,

Too much effort, too much bother.

All deep breaths and sighs. 

Always something more important to do,

But I waited for you to find. 

I even pulled back the covers,

but still you didn't want to discover. 

I wasn't Everest or North Pole cold. 

Just ready for you to behold. 

No map needed for you to find. 

What is mine

Is mine. 

You never took the time

To find,

What could have been.

"Moments Listed" (Entry 229)

The harsh word. The appointment missed.
The unposted letter. The others he kissed.
This is the forgotten list.
The crinkled eye. Stroke on the wrist.
Giggles and jokes told in secret hiss.
Always remembered, moments like this.

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Love to you on St. Valentine's Day. 💌
❤❤❤

"Love and Then Some" (Entry 211)

You are desire,
on fire,
And as sexy as hell to know.
Just a glimmer.
You make me shiver.
A smile - lips part.
Stop my tell-tale heart.
Thumping - jumping
Betraying me,
Swaying me.
Leading me to you,
Forever. Who knew?
Let it stay
This way.

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For you know who and you know why. Happy First Date Anniversary! So many gone before, lots more to come.

"She Hungers" (Entry 198)

Oxygenate redden pool. Her dreams and heart, so cruel.
Young virgins blood to make her younger.
Warm bodies to lust, those she hungers.

"Forbidden" (Entry 189)

Forbidden.
To step across the threshold into the realm of anything behold.
Beyond temptation through expression of relief.
Flying deeper to desires, infinite belief.
Imaginations come to life,
cutting thought with fantasy's knife.
Be careful on noting agreements law.
With it comes, foreboding of what's been before.

"Waiting at the Crossroads" (Entry 188)

He waits.
He knows.
That they will come along in droves.
The guilty and desperate.
The angst ridden and loved to late.
Wanting help and change.
To take away memories and blame.
So he waits.
The Crossroads Stranger.
Meet him.
Remember the danger.
His price? Yes, his toll.
He's after your soul.

"The Pathway to Him" (Entry 160)

He takes me on a journey,
beyond where I've been before.
Dips and folds.
The contours of his land.
Forests and valleys and unexplored places to investigate.
To map. An adventure in touch and smell and taste.

"Broken Promise" (Entry 121)

Promises broken, promises made.
Heart of joy begins to fade.
Promises made, promises broken.
Love's disappointments left unspoken.
Delight turned to lies and deceit.
All turned to dust, because of a cheat.

"Expect Pleasure" (Entry 116)

Tis the reached out fingertip,
Or before the taste upon the lip.
Tis the rush towards the sigh
That second moment where dreams can lie.

"What is Lonely?" (Entry 112)

She liked it there.
Alone
in her room.
Safe.
Belongings to hand.
People thought she must be bored and
lonely.
But what is lonely?
She wasn't.
Plenty to do.
The sort that was comfortable
in her own skin.
That's when she was
alone,
that is.
To begin with,
they tried
to get her involved.     Outside.     In the world.
Then
they stopped.
No one bothered anymore.
She wasn't bothered.
No more than she was lonely.
It was when she wasn't
alone.
That's what bothered her.

"First Time" (Entry 110)

"There's a first time for everything!"
He yelled.
As he jumped out of the plane.
All about firsts.
The adrenaline junkie.
Trying all things dangerous
and strange
and new.
Not one to live in fear,
so everyone thought.
They were wrong.
Everything he did was because of fear.
A childhood full of scared and scarred memories.
Only way to deal -
Go for it!
Full engines, raring to go.
Cars and mountains
and treks and bikes
and rivers and oceans
and food. Any notion.
Trying everything that came his way.
Even today.
First time for everything,
as this red letter day
led him to skydive.
First time for everything
and today
was his first time to die...
and his last.

"Deeper Hued Jealousy" (Entry 90)

She is SHE.
The female who lives with jealousy.

When he leaves and says one place.
It is true, or a Janus two-face?

She wonders if she dwells in lies?
Does he go elsewhere for highs?

Her intuition stirs these stories.
An emerald-eyed woman wrapped in mores.

"Flash to Pash" (Entry 73)

A flash of sunlight in enquiring eye blue.
A dash of a challenge between us two.
A rash decision leads to date night.
A thrash to club beats under moonlight.
A slash of perfect white - a smile to bring
A pash to end the perfect summer's fling.

"Flesh" (Entry 67)

I roll the pale green grape between thumb and forefinger
and feel the slight - give - of flesh,
yielding but resisting,
at the first point of ripeness.

I concentrate as I rub
and play
with its perfect imperfect shape.

As I bring it towards my lips
light reflects causing
the sea-washed bottle green skin to fade
to almost translucency seeming to show
the veined pulsing goodness beneath.

Teeth on skin to graze and -
Bite!
Juice bursts forth to spill on tongue.
A single vine-berry's delight.

"With Her In Mind" (Entry 57)

With lips as red as cherry pop candy.
With fluttering lashes like a Georgian dandy.
With undulating hips like a cobra's dance.
With blushing cheeks, full of romance.
With violet eyes like an amethyst's heart.
She captures his mind even when they part.

"A Fruity Summer" (Entry 50)

Vie with insects 

in oven-warm orchards.

Picnic laid before and eaten.

Sun plays kaleidoscope through branches,

adding nature's checks bright to linen, red and white.

All that's left is a sweetness un-satiated. 

Lips licked and nibbled to heighten desire.

Slow smile curves as 

a waist held and lifted towards the heavens and the trophy.

Red lacquer nails graze as tips reach and fold

around another ripe plumpness.

Then a gentle pull -

to tumble -

and confetti of goodness

rains upon them.

Prize claimed.

Take a bite!

"Blush. Hush. Gasp. Pause. Engaged!" (Entry 45)

The skin on her cheek blushed.
Hush!
Silence fell upon two heartbeats.
Were their rhythms in time?

His eyes glazed with worry and hope.
Was he wrong?
Lost his nerve, now declaration spoke.

Her cherry glossed lips paused in pout
then parted.
With the exhale, a single word
formed in the air.
An exuberant YES!

Room erupted in celebration,
as tears fell upon that reddened cheek,
only to be kissed away
to champagne bubbles and
a diamond slipped upon the hand.

"The Breast of It" (Entry 40)

He tried not to notice.
He tried not to stare.
Eyes front!
Misty and glazed on her face.

It was a good face,
an alluring face,
that laughed and scowled,
and smiled and pouted.
He adored that face,
but she was unaware,
love unrequited.

and now,
and now,
she'd damn well done this to him!

"Go on. Look down. I know you want to. Look down!"
The voice screamed inside his head.

All too much.
His optical nerves and muscles twitched
on command.
His eyes dipped.

Her button undone,
(and so was he)
the top button on her silk cream blouse
free from burden and restrain.
He didn't care of clasps and clothing,
but of the flesh,
flesh appearing beneath.

Warm soft smooth domes,
shiny with body lotion -
like slowly melting vanilla ice cream
at balmy summer sundown mixing with
her fragrance enticing of Polynesian nights.

Charmed by the rise and fall.
Each dip inviting him into pleasure.
Each rise reaching out to him...

...
...
...

Then he realised...

...

There was a pause...

...

A long drawn out empty void of conversation.

She watched him in silence,
her talking done.

....

His eyes - still on her breasts.