Circling, circling*
Around and around
Eventually, you fall
And hit the ground

~

Deep within the ecstasy of love


I breathe this night of ecstasy on satin sheets we shine
The comfort of your silken skin my dream
Lips so soft and tenderly do bring themselves to mine
Pleasure lives inside this shadowed scene

Wrapped around each other, searing passion fires flame
Tongues now dance in rhythm of this kiss
Drinking of your flavor drives this humble man insane
Falling ever deeper the abyss

Beauty blooms aside me as our eyes meet in the night
My gaze now finds your stare of tempting flow
Perfect is the joy we feel when we are oh so tight
Sensuous of moonbeam light a’ glow

Fingers probe of pleasure as your sighs now brush the sky
Slowly deep within rose petal folds
Glistening of moisture resting smooth of silken thighs
Fantasies of long ago foretold

Intoxicating fragrance as your neck my mouth does swim
Curves to fit these hands of wondered feel
Firm, ***** the blossoms fill my palms of every whim
Pleading moans so hard now to conceal

Lower still my heated tongue paints satin skin so smooth
Trails across your body’s shimmered lines
Your hands, my hair, now clenched to guide, this apple blossom bloom
Allowing me your sweet September wine

Slowly first, then teasingly, I find that wondrous spot
Tighter still my face pressed to your soul
Steady, but a quickened pace, this room, this bed, so hot
Calling out my name you lose control

Tethered breath, an arching back as nectar fills the void
Flavoring our love with sugared cream
Still my movements don’t subside, as once more is enjoyed
Filling of my heart your every scream

Once again our faces meet, as dripping lips now touch
Eye so wide, melodious the glare
Fingers smooth direct me to the place I love so much
Showing me the pathway winding there

Heated is the moment that my love does find your space
Harmonizing movements make their play
Perspiration mingles on our bodies, shadows trace
Soothing as a perfect summer’s day

Deep inside the waterfall does rage against the stream
Tropical sensations do abound
Breathless as I hold you close, so very close to me
Passion is the music of our sound

Fingers clenched, our legs entwined oh never to abate
Lost between a fantasy and truth
Slowly this is just the time the night is getting late
Here its comes the moment of our proof

We’re so close, our bodies locked in majesty of bliss
Before my eyes a most refreshing view
Just to drink your smile with my own upon our kiss
As my every fantasy is you

Rhythmic flashes light our minds as fireworks we see
Not unlike the shooting stars above
Nothing could be finer than to have you here with me
Deep within the ecstasy of love

never break my heart,
because I will take every piece
you so harshly left
and stab your mind
with poems and prose
and you will no longer
be just a person
who came and went,
you will turn into
destruction and paper thin
apologies that you will never rid of.
I will turn you into paper cuts
barely there, but painful nonetheless,
reminding you every time you
attempt to wash away your regrets.

Do not break a writers heart, they will find beauty in your destruction and never, ever let you forget it.

I wonder if she knows,
that when she speaks
with a voice
low and smooth,
I become ashamed of my own.

I wonder if she knows
I watch her sometimes
and envy each breath.
I admire everything about her...
her poetry is simple but stunning
her laugh infectious
her smile is kind
and her eyes are bright.

I heard about her,
years before,
and had a picture in my mind.
I know her now
and the picture has not changed
if only to make it better.

I envy her confidence
I admire her every movement.
If she were famous I'd own all her movies
and do what I do now,
watch and learn
and try to be as great as she.
Her talent is unwasted
as all who know her love her.
How is it she's so grand?

The boys, they look,
they see,
they know she is the most beautiful girl in the room
they know they want her
they know,
as I know,
that she's worth it.
that she deserves it.
that she should be happy.

I wonder if she knows,
this poem is about her.
I wonder if she knows
I wish I could be even an inch similar to her.
It's not cruel envy and jealousy I hold for her,
but complete admiration for the way she carries herself.
She speaks her mind
and shows emotion
clever and funny,
she walks with regality
and is oh so gorgeous.

How is it she seems so perfect?
So poised and gentle and witty-
in not the most poetic terms
I basically think she's really cool,
and wish I could carry myself
in the profound,
glamourous,
respectable,
admirable way in which she does.

How is it she'd ever care to be my friend?
Oh the way she walks,
the way she speaks,
the way the other girls envy
the way the boys look
the way the teachers admire,
she's unafraid to announce her sorrows and fears,
she enters a room with a fierce glamour
and makes her presence known,
as, for her, it should be.

Oh, she is glorious.

and I admire her so.

God went to Zero
Tolerance yesterday noon.
All are in Hell now.



(c) John Stevens