Eye Balling  
I felt your eyes ******* my poems
You took away the Island flavor

Enjoining adjectives, nouns and pronouns
Only blends like a raw smoothie,

However, without crush ice, it's bland
Let’s be blunt nothing beats originality in poetry
Poems demand originality not mind ****

My heart whispered yes
And you heard
My soul spoke
And in that moment of celestial bliss
Your soul said yes
My spirit found yours
Entwined by feelings unspoken
And silent echoes of hope
I felt you
I felt your heart beat
Your spirit, your passion
Your sunshine
A full moon and star studded sky
Intimacy.
To me you are;
A reservoir of expectation

An untold story of love

Talk to the hand!  
Right back at you talk to the hand
Please don't anybody ask me to decide anything. I do not know
The difference between a man and a woman these days
Or which came first, the cadaver or the casket

It takes a woman of substance
to make a decision
my look on life
Is so **** complicated

I am never to be trusted; don’t even glance at me twice
I am the kind of gal, who usually waits three months to
To build up the courage to have *** first and feel guilty afterwards
Nor can I decide whether to put the past tense on most endings
Or capitalize my i or my t
however, where my dark mind goes,
Whether it's in a slumber mode or a trance
Even into a coma
life is nothing but a chance
Not even I know.

Now tell me which is more disgusting
A ****** Psychiatrists telling me about my life
While his is so **** up, from where he is going
My life is like a smooth running train.

I rather be found living amongst the monks
At the monastery in Nepal or the one in Spain
with they rich historical heritage, arts and culture
it beats this daily life of living in the dark

Even if I return to Time Square with my tambourine
Wearing colorful bright orange and tangerine
My brown slippers;
while I beg for passerby hard earn money.
as they watch me with pondering eyes.
please bare in mind
we all had our share on life..

Vivid images  
In the still of the night,
I saw vivid images of the strong
man I once love,
his emerald eyes, his
unshaven face prickly as the weeds
on my lawn,
I sigh!

Who’s this broken man?
Dreams, hope, futuristic shattered
like smoke rising in the open pasture
his broken portrait lean
against the dresser mirror

Love, hate, betrayals
I detest!
Confusion of a delusional stalker

Tomorrow when I am awake,
What would I remember?
Being his stalker or his lover?

Dreams, hope, futuristic shattered
like a two way mirrors,
however, only one view showing the
Shady side of the real him;
I detest.
his caretakers declared him as
fragile and unbalanced frame of a man
who was sadly tossed into the ocean of black tears

An wasted love affair ends
My heart is broken once again
a rainbow appears
I lost a good friend.

A treacherous heart set its mark
the lion roar into the wee hours
of the morning
My caramel body responded to his every word
kissing my shoulder was a sigh of relief for those emerald eyes
Is Irish balsam a match for this Ebony beauty?
My beautiful lips,
he long to kiss
we unfolded like hesitant daffodils in springtime
I never heard his spoken words
I only saw his mysterious face
How could I be in love with the eyes of the Irishman?
And the tongue of the drunken sailor
I knew that if he knew how I felt about him
his poetic way of thinking would
a set off romantic setting into cyber space.
making a love connection
without the distraction from a harsh world.

A Irishman and his midnight lover,
the mind, body and soul havoc the hearts
into believing that love is worth fighting for
Distant, time, space or even race,
Couldn’t take tear us away from cyber space;
my ****** quest was answered.

"Nibble my ear, I wrote
and softly whisper my name
a soft touch could command the heart to accept love
however, the thought of his emerald eyes,
his manly hand holding and caressing
my long slender legs while his hands and lips
Transcends heat from his
hot balsam breath upon my neck
his tranquilizing cologne made me sigh with relief:

Locking eyes against each other image
a mystical force  rock the airwaves and into cyber space
Let me set you drunk with desire
Gentle hold my face and look deep into my eyes
True love never dies
Our tomorrows look promising
We were one with the soul

My midnight blue satin dress
Someone said that it’s wicked, wicked tease
However, I know better:
it controls my every mood
Staying ahead as my curves survey the scenery
  I swayed down the avenues

Who’s going be the lucky fellow?
To auction it off my back
Who’s the one that
  see 3-D images with only one eye?
but to see what lies beneath this midnight blue
is sating memories

I felt the earth move under my feet
Pleats and creases;
hisses and random kisses
Tonight I am your mistress
and most of all
the goddess in the mist

Airbrush my body with admiration.
but never again say you love me
What is love?

Dry Spell

No action in the living room
No action in the kitchen
No action in the bathroom
What are your expectations for the bedroom?
Keep your expectations realistic.
(Nothing going to happen