kiss

SYMBOLIC ARROW.

She wonders if he'll really
be on the sports field waiting
for her, or whether it was just
something he said at the moment

 

to impress or set her up for a
laugh for the sake of others
who see her as a frump, some
one to laugh at or ridicule. She

 

eats her school dinner at her
usual pace, trying not to think
too much if he'll be there, waiting,
smiling that smile, that quiff ,

 

that brushed back hair. Elaine,
having finished her dinner,
having been to the loo, having
washed her hands, brushed her

 

teeth with her finger, walks on
the field, eyes down, her usual
stance, pretending she's invisible,
stops by the fence and looks around.

 

Girls in groups sit on the grass,
boys play football, some walk in
pairs. She stands alone, peers out,
looks down, hands in her cardigan

 

pockets. Thought you'd be here,
John says, his voice soft, like snow,
his hand by the fence where she
stands, disturbs her thoughts.

 

She looks at him, eyes bright,
looks behind him in case others
see or look, but none does, he's
alone, gazing, his brows dark,

 

fine lined. Didn’t think you
meant it, she says, to meet me,
I mean. Sure, I did, he  says,
not one to say what I don't mean.

 

She looks at him shyly, words
stuck in her throat, her heart
thumping, her knees shaking,
her stomach churning, feeling

 

undone. Want to go for a walk?
he says, don't need to stay by
the fence all the time. She moves;
her legs reluctant, her feet uncertain

 

of their tread. He moves beside her,
his hand brushing hers, confidently,
gazing at her sidewards. She thinks
others are watching, whispering,

 

gossiping, laughing behind their hands,
pointing at her, the frump, some boy
playing her along. Thought you'd
chickened out, he says, some girls do,

 

all talk, but then when their friends
aren't about they fall away or don't show.
She pauses, looks around, eyes the girls
across the way, none looks or cares,

 

no funny looks or stupid stares. I’m
a slow eater, she says, nearly last to
finish, at lunch, she says, gazing at him,
trying to see if he's having a laugh or

 

this is for real. No rush, he says, glad
you came. He walks on, she moves
beside him, sorting out words to say,
thoughts confused, brain spinning, her

 

heart thumping against her bra and tit.
You like butterflies? he asks. She mouths
words, her tongue stuck to the roof of
her mouth. She unsticks it, yes, I suppose

 

so, she says, like the red and white ones,
I see in the garden. Red Admiral I guess
or maybe the Peacock, he says, hard to
say unless I see it. They reach the fence

 

at the end of the field, stand looking back
at the field and school. You did mean to
meet me didn't you? she says hesitantly.
Of course I, he says, wouldn’t have asked

 

you otherwise. Others might have set it up,
she says looking at her shoes. Set what up?
he asks. You meeting me for a laugh, to
make me look a fool? she says, noticing

 

the scuff marks on the toes. No set up,
just me and you, the field, the sun, the sky,
this moment, he says, lifting her chin
with his finger. She stares at him, her

 

eyes focusing through her glasses, taking
him in, the hair, the hazel eyes, his finger
touching her chin. She wants to look inside
his head, to feel his thoughts, to sense his

 

wishes, I'm not very confident, she says,
I feel such a frump. He smiles, removes his
finger from her chin, draws her nearer to him,
taking her elbow, kisses her lips, so soft it

 

hardly touches, brushes skin, warms, thrills,
shocks and warms again, she feels as if she
might wet or leak, as if her stomach may burst,
her heart rush through breasts in a wild rush.

 

He hold his lips there, skin on skin, barely
pressing, moments still, moving. He pulls
away, not an expert on this kissing stuff,
he says, moving away, taking stock, studying

 

her eyes for fear or love or shock. Never
been kissed or kissed before, she says softly,
hardly audible, voice choked, sensing her
heart racing, her groin on fire. A bell rings

 

from the school, the crowds on the field
disperse and walk school wards, drift away,
in groups or singly or pairs. No one looks
or wonders why or stares. Best go, I guess ,

 

he says, and he's gone, well ahead, half a run,
half a fast walk. She feels her world unpinning,
coming undone, the seams of being coming apart,
revealing a symbolic arrow in a bleeding heart.

 

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Breaking Down

She's a minute away from breaking down

A second away from exploding

She knows in her soul she loves him

And that he's the one she should be holding

 

She longs to feel his soft touch

And yearns to taste his fruitful kiss

The loving gaze in his eyes

She truly does miss

 

Her soul feels so torn

And her heart feels ripped to the core

As she gasps for her breath

She begins to feel even more sore than before

 

She feels her life is no longer the same

As she screams into the night

She wants so bad to be with him

But he feels it just isn't right

 

Her world is crumbling down around her

As she looks up to the sky

Asking herself questions and wondering why

Why he doesn't love her?

Or understand just how she feels?

She's tried so hard to show him

But he doesn't seem to know it's real

 

She doesn't know what to do

She's done all she could

Hopefully one day her feelings

For him will be fully understood

 

Until then she'll remain in pain

Maybe one day he'll open his eyes

And understand he could have had something to gain

But for now she knows in her heart so true

That as long as their apart she'll always be blue

 

She knows the pain will never go away

Not until that one glorious day

When he comes to her to tell her my love

I am here

And here is where I will always stay

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem was written by me.

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Kiss of Death

Folder: 
Depressed.

The dark night sky

blanketed by a sense of peace

settling and descending upon my fragile heart

circling me in the full waiting arms of its warmth.

I smile deeply into its eyes and feel my body lose all tension.

His lips part in a Chesire Cat smile as he leans in his lips barely brushing my own.

And then he settles those succulent lips upon my own and wraps his arms around me.

At first it is the most joyous thing I have ever been involved in and suddenly I cannot breathe.

Unwillingly my dark stranger who visits me in the dead of night with eyes like pools of an eclipse.

Has sealed my fate and stolen my already dying light, for I have accepted his kiss, The Kiss Of Death

Sex With You

 

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kisses soft against my legs, in circles

 

like the sweetness of your morning hug

 

leisurely pacing your way to my toes

 

as if tasting each one, carrying me to the place only we know,

 

i'm a million miles away, and yet feel you so close

 

next time i open my eyes, your hand like a mountain stream flows,

 

the touch feels like heaven as your body slides up,

 

and i kiss every inch that i can as you clutch

 

then loosen your hold to my hips now in time,

 

your tongue on my breasts, this is more than sublime,

 

enraptured i offer my hands to your pleasure

 

and to my surprise you decsend again, my breath answers

 

a sigh is released from its place deep within, 

 

the sound seems to stroke you, as if you've gone in

 

i feel chills down my spine and then up again

 

and i reach for your legs, and more kissing begins

 

your chin at my pelvis, and now there is thrust

 

making love to these parts we become like a chorus

 

inspirations are deep and our bodies begin to roam

 

heart and soul timing, like a precise metrodome

 

a plateau of pleasure, escalation does entice

 

we kneel face to face just to breathe the love from each other's eyes

 

then you reach for my face with both hands and we kiss

 

with angels' wings donned we revel deep into bliss

 

the breathing is faster, we grapple and vie

 

as i guide you by the hand, and upon me you lie

 

like raindrops from heaven, joined in blissful suspension

 

and we lay with the stars, the aftermath of ascension

 

flesh on our flesh you lean close as i drift

 

and i feel lips on my eyelids

 

as i think ...'it gets no better than this'.

 

 

12:45 PM 7/16/2013 ©

 

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I Dream of a kiss

Folder: 
Love & Romance

I dream of a love; with perfect bliss

one attained from one sweet kiss.

A kiss so soft; you want it to last

a kiss so strong; you forget lovers past.

The body flushes in shades of red

a kiss so good; no words need be said.

Lips so sweet as if made from honey

behind those lips; a smile so bright its sunny.

A taste of cherries from a flavored drop

your lips so inviting; I kidd you not.

These are what I wish from thee

if only you'd choose; to be with me.

If you would love me as I love you

There's nothing in this world; we couldn't do!

A kiss from you; my heart skips a beat

one kiss from you and my knees grow weak.

A kiss from you would make my day

one kiss from you and I'll never stray!

I dream of a love like I've never known

I dream of us sharing a life and home.

I dream of you; loving me

I dream my dream; could truly be.

If you want love just like this...

then open your heart; and give me a kiss.

 

  

   ©Paul (ChryWizard) Posney 05/31/2013

Author's Notes/Comments: 

this is for all the romantics out there like me...

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Again

Eyes squint,
A new day,
Birds chirp,
Footsteps heard,
Squeaky floor,
But not a word,
Hallway light clicks,
Kitchen sink,
Water runs,
Smell of coffee,
Day begun,
Alarm sounding,
Snooze button,
Now you're counting,
Blinds open,
With sunshine,
Yawning and stretching,
A wink of your eye,
Mug is ready,
You take a sip,
When you're done,
I kiss your lips,
Monday morning,
A new week,
Then I pause,
I kiss your cheek,
Clothes and shower,
Hair and shoes,
Eggs an bacon,
Maybe news,
Dawn til nightime,
Work past ten,
Tomorrow morning,
We do it again.

 

5:54 AM 4/28/2013 ©

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My Beau

i spent the night with you
giving myself away
your bliss and mine
all intwined
your body hard and soft sublime

a rest. again. the bliss. a kiss.
your easy lips against my eyes
i watch you go where i had gone
and then you fall into my arms

a rest. a rest. again? again.
again the bliss the kisses hard
together go beyond the moon
and for a moment stroke the stars

a rest. a rest. breath soft and slow
bodies close from head to toe
one last kiss to bless the bliss
and with my beau asleep i go

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blanket

warm thighs wrapped around full submission to thievery.. gift of self wrapped in thrusts of emotion..

urgent hunger as life force funneled and shaped into the ram pounded tinto wall of distance between us as bodies meld together..

sensations rise to blur between lover and loved as boundaries of touch spread out into the ether to embrace me caress and know me as the warm winds know the blades of grass on a cold ground..

feel the dance of my kisses upon you as i seek warmth in the touch of your face there graceful curve as snuggle into warm lips as they wrap around the parts of me to be tasted and felt and listened to..

they sing to you as you wrap around all of me to be a home for this wandering soul after a hard long journey to find you there..

Author's Notes/Comments: 

time will tell all things

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I Kiss Her Apocalypse

I kiss her Apocalypse,

She strums my violet skinny ribs,

I pluck her violin string hair,

finely tuning the walk up the long white winding stairs,

 

He looks down at us from a prism,

Not a sound to cry,

A Fool laughs,

Just listen,

 

A new symphony,

Made of old love and sadness,

Of magic made in the throughs of love and madness,

Tightrope walking on Epiphany,

 

It will never come,

Death,

Life,

Just the inevitable fall and rise,

 

I can make something real,

It may be ugly,

 

Everything makes us happy,

 

A Falling Fall leaf defines the seasons seed,

 

to defy beautiful,

I shall not,

It holds it's own hemisphere,

quaking and shaking,

 

I have been inside for too long,

The break in the gate will not last long,

A slow moving fog,

One last song

 

I kiss her Apocalypse,

She strums my violet skinny ribs

 
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