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MGoering Jun 2012
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The tantalizing delights
that your body possesses
hold me in a visegrip of longing.
The contours of your flesh
are the vast oceans of surrender
surrounding the perfect prison island
of our love.
The sheer vastness of my yearning
overpowers my senses
until I wander insensible
in search of you.
Through walls of fire I walk unscathed,
such is the pure irresistible power you wield,
like twin blades of passion,
you cut me down with your beauty.
Unimaginable merriment radiates
from every single cell of your wonderful body.
Each touch you grant me
fills me overflowing
with righteous roistering intensity.
To be beside you for eternity
is my primary life's ambition.
In the tips of your fingers,
in the plush yielding of your lips,
in the moist vault of revelry
concealed between your hips,
I have finally found
Paradise.
Max Goering June 2012
MGoering Jun 2012
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If I possessed all the riches of the earth
I would lay them at your feet,
just to see you smile.
When your lips part,
revealing your resplendent mirth,
all else fades into darkness
in comparison to your luminosity.
Like a ten thousand volt electromagnet
this iron body is dragged unresisting to you.
It is almost a sin,
no it is a sin to block that smile
with my own light consuming lips.
So I sin
again and again,
I cannot stop.
So total and absolute
is the power of your smile.
Your lips are the closest thing
to heaven
that this blackhearted sinner can ever hope to experience.
As our mouths connect
I can feel the bold white radiance fill my body.
It is impossible to believe
that life holds a purer pleasure than this.
If it does I don't need it.
All the riches of the earth cannot compare
to your lips.
Max Goering June 2012
MGoering Jun 2012
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All that I have I will give to you.
My love for you transcends all reason.
Whatever you want of me
my body, my mind, my eyes
all these things are yours.
All I ask is you show me patience.
I wish to give all my love to you,
but I am only one man...
and I am weak.
I may need to walk through the pines
to clear my mind.
Or sleep during the day, to replenish my vigor.
But know this...
every time that I return
you shall be the first one I seek out.
You
my one and only love.
You
for whom I have risked my well being,
sacrificed my all in service of your love.
All I need is for you to treat me exactly as you have up till this day,
except,
please my love
all I ask of you,
is a little more...
Patience.
Max Goering June 2012
MGoering Jun 2012
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If I could sing the sweetest melodies,
I would cut out my tongue, and give it to you
so music would follow you wherever you might go.
If my fingers could strum the air,
and draw forth streams of dazzling notes,
I would cut off my hands, and give them to you,
so I could play for you for eternity,
and stroke your cheek gently, and soothe you
when you are alone.
If my eyes could see into your inner essence,
and draw forth your inner beauty
in a chorus of magnificence
I would cut out my eyes and give them to you,
so I could look at you for eternity,
and unleash your inner light.
As the raucous cacophony
drowns out the dazzling sounds that swirl all around you
I would give my entire being
just to bring music to your life,
so that maybe your loneliness might fade,
as the silence is mastered
by the music of my love.

I wish that I could ****** the silent moments,
annihilate the cacophonic jeers.
But such things are beyond my grossly limited powers.
Until we are brought back together
and I might play for you and sing for you
all through the day,
until then my words will have to suffice.
Just know, that wherever you are
I am singing for you, even when
all you can hear is silence.
Believe me dear one,
your song is being sung
even now.
Max Goering June 2012
MGoering Jun 2012
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What umbrage have I committed against my love?
Which insult weighs heaviest
upon her patience?
My callous actions continually hurting
the one I desire above all others.
Is it my carelessness?
My failure to think before acting?
Is it my salacious nature
that overwhelms her multifaceted heart?
How does one acquire forgiveness?
What must a man do, to clean
the slate of his transgressions?
Must I suffer, if so
then leaving me alone this way
is punishment enough.
But if angry words need be vented
then vent them upon me.
I shall remain silent
until your rage subsides,
and you give me leave
to speak once again.
Forgive my umbrage my love.
I hold my tongue in anticipation.
I will do all I must to earn your forgiveness.
Until then, I wait faithfully
for your hand
to reach through the walls of my solitude,
and drag me back into your incomparable embrace.
Max Goering June 2012
MGoering Jun 2012
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She wields waves of want
that paralyze my flight.
Even if I wanted to, I couldn't,
wouldn't leave.
The quest for her touch consumes my all.
So I turn inexorably
to meet her once again.
Her hand covers my eyes
the old lovers game,
I feel her rapid breath on my neck
as her lips graze my skin,
teasing
as usual.
Guess who she sighs
as she kisses my ear,
moves to my neck
nibbles oh so gently,
***** oh so lightly.
My love I say
as I crumble with my lust
and we fall
embracing
neither willing to let go
for even a moment.
Fall to the ground hard
hurting my back,
but as she prys open my grimace
with her tongue
the pain disappears.
There is only pleasure when she is near
delicious inviolable  embrace,
the world shifts its axis
as clothes are shredded,
skin reddened
flushed with blood,
anticipation
and rough hands.
Before our tryst is consummated
just as she arrived
she is gone.
I cry out into the darkness
Come back!
Maybe later
comes her throaty response...
If you earn it.
Max Goering June 2012
MGoering Jun 2012
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She draws from me fantastical energy
her succubi passion knows no bounds,
bodies devoured as we entangle.
A writhing mass of probing flesh,
lips and ***** become one
in the intensity of unity.
Rough hands on supple flesh,
tingling pleasures
elicit deep moaning.
Bodies burst into flames,
In the fiery chambers
of the furnace of Eros.
Writhing increases
moans turn to howls,
the finale begins
animalistic fervor escalates.
A shrill shriek of excess rings out
the threshold is crossed,
the awesome ecstasy is swirling madness.
Max Goering May 2012

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