Passion

My father's hunting passion (guns)

 

It has been a while since the last time I saw them, but my dad has them all in a safe. From rifles to handguns, my father has had a lot of guns since I was a kid. He became a hunter before my parents got married, 20 years ago. Hunting season lasts from November to January every year and I always remember my mom telling me that my father went hunting even when I got born! My grandfather got so angry at him and scolded him. Since that year, he never goes hunting on my birthday. But after it, he goes every weekend! When the first hunting season weekend comes, he calls his friends to reach an agreement about the car they are going to travel in, he prepares his hunting clothes and, obviously, his beloved guns. Then at 5 am my mom makes him breakfast and he leaves. Sometimes he hunts, sometimes he doesn’t, but he always comes home with a big smile because hunting is his passion. I remember 2010, when traveling at night or very early became dangerous. He missed an entire hunting season. And let me tell you that hunting to my father is like Christmas to a kid! It’s that one thing that he is really looking forward to since February. So, imagine a kid having no Christmas! Although he was sad, he didn’t lose hope. He waited patiently to the next year and he brought a big deer to the house. He used to take us hunting with him too. Well, first he would take us to a shooting range to practice, with handguns and bow and arrow. Then, my sisters and I were there with him just waiting and being quiet in order to not scare the animals, but also very alert in case you see an animal. Then we would help him with the gutting, the storing and the cleaning. But now that we have grown up, we are lazy and we don’t go with him to hunt anymore, but I still like to practice my shooting. I think my father is a really good hunter. Besides his experience and that he always scores in the target, he is very patient and persistent (he waits 4 hours sitting down quietly) Patience is a quality I don’t have but I am trying to learn from him. Actually he is already preparing everything for this year so let’s see how this season turns out.

 

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Years later

First time

Years later

Went beyond the kiss left wondering 

Found waterfalls 

Avalanches 

 

First time

Years later

Our skin heaving 

Our bodies breathing 

He's deep

She's screaming 

Peaking 

Creaming 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Shivers in the Night

He lays her down

Belly up

Unties her breasts

Cuffs her hands

Fastens his body 

Unto her

Climbs inside

Pulsing

Hearts entwined 

Latched tight

Shivers in the night 

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I love you

I can't help but to love you

Even with how the circumstances stand

I've decided I'll never leave you

Together we'll be hand in hand

I can't help but to have these feelings

That are oh so passionately true

Because the more we make love

The more I'm so into you

Not only do I want you as my husband

I'm praying you'll remain my best friend

Because when I first met you

You automatically made my heart mend

You gave me this comfort I never felt before

This comfort that I soon came to adore

You're like this addiction that I've become prone to

Nothing or no one compares to you

So remember this next time we're apart

I loved you and only you right from the very start

A marriage of the roses

Folder: 
Poetry

A fornication of roses, a tearing down of the walls of innocence...

in unity we present ourselves before the goddess in this divine lust,

this marriage of sin and pleasure...

as separate flesh and separate souls we stand before the holy flame of the sacred of candle,

before the moon and heaven,

and the living and the dead, in this blood ritual, we become one.

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Pleasured Depths


 

To depths I fall into the haunting,

consumed by the leisure of your soul

Aura akin to stilled stealthy dawn,

'held presence taking its breathless toll

 

In painted décor of soft whispers,

speaks the hush from impassioned eyes

Alluring tempt by fiery sapphires,

sweeps with desire - appeasement's replies

 

Simmers the touch with each sultry glance,

enchanting beauty casting a spell

Air alluding to shared savored bliss,

all fantasies and longings to quell

 

Titillating taste from moistened lips,

stokes the fervor of bewitchment's wile

Drawing you close with purposed caress,

comes felt tremble - with agreeing smile

 

Every lovely contour traced by hands,

pausing to heighten sensual sighs

As I take your sweetness to my kiss,

room's ambiance enthralls to sound's rise

 

To the depths I'll take you as I fall,

promised pleasures to body and soul

A loving aura being the dawn,

forever sharing its breathless toll

 

Dream for all wonders,

non-ending from start

Always in thought,

lady of my heart

 

Shaded locks of flaxen

shimmer for a wind,

Eyes with heaven's blue

beauty without end

 

Angel lacking fault

soul for my light

Meaning for life,

a love so right

 

© C.E.Vance

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A different thought.

 

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Jenna Rose

It's been months since we've seen each other

You've been in hiding

But I've just been busy

 

You peel out of that black little number

I look at your body

And I feel dizzy

 

Your curves are so perfect with your porcelain skin

Covered in silver jewelry

You blush a scarlet hue

 

I'm completely floored by your beauty and I'm left breathless

Every single time

As I reach out for you

 

I touch you so tenderly but hold you so tightly

You're pulled in closer

And wrap right around me

 

I reach both hands around your neck with no hesitation

I dig my fingers in

As you cry out so sweetly

 

As you wail and you sing and you yell and you scream

I hold you close to my chest

With my fingers so deft

 

After hours your voice lingers into a somber silence

We're together again

Wish that you never left

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this one about my guitar. It scares me a little, but I feel like writing should do that now and then.

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The Way It Is

My eyes seek you, to examine you, feeling you.

Though fully clothed, I know your body completely.

My voice softens, hoping to hypnotise and entice.

My touch, gently caresses you like a flickering flame.

Ever present the danger of your passion erupting.

I tempt you, even though you don't desire me.

You know I can make you feel ecstasy, absent to you

Yet something your young curious body longs for.

That desire alone so strong, yet still you hold back.

 

Would you give in if I push, can you keep saying no.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Trying to speak whats there...not to be so structured.

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thrown under the bus

nowadays all she does is whine about her bodily pains,

but when you were left alone, 

she stayed drunk, prowling the bars

days on end, 

oblivious to the emotional wreckage left

on your chest, like a hot iron

melted through the tender heart of a 10 year old,

the open wound to the 

skin, 

cauterized shut

too soon,

without even leaving any open flesh

for the pain to be released,

seared closed with the shame, pain, and false pride of generations,

sealed in for years like a safety box of magnets,

pulling you towards anything and everything self-destructive

in a desperate search for some morsel of hope,

that the next christmas dinner might be more than 

knocking on the doors of neighbors, being lucky enough to be

asked in to share a holiday meal, 

and an attempt to be noticed for something other than the burden

you were to her deep and fervent longing for 

the escape, into smoke filled rooms,

that reeked with the heavy, putrid smell of week-old frying grease,

cigarettes, and hairspray, that became one of your main

reasons for going to live with your dad--

other than the day she up and left for california,

a 50 dollar bill to substitute her mac and cheese, dribbled with 

one and a half inches of ashes off a pall mall,

only to be less than reluctantly welcomed by him,

and a stepbrother who most always was 

notably more worthy of better dirtbikes, nicer clothes 

and a much more frequent pat on the back 

for a job well done, 

that most often wasn't.

 

a dollar for him and quarter for you, along with the bottom bunk,

that smelled like pee from all the years he wet the bed,

only ever good enough for sloppy seconds--

and then there was brownie,

poor broken down swayback, with skin infections,

baldspots and degenertive bone disease,

in light of your brother's black stallion stud,

as if the 6 inch scar on the back of your leg wasn't enough 

from your father's drunken rage with a 4 inch hunting knife,

and the glass from the window that left it's souvenir the night he threw you

across the room, all before the age of 14.

 

shit.

i may have shot that horse between the eyes too.

 

 

 

 

11:37 PM 6/26/2013

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just a poem about a kid.

 

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