You always spoke of making love
but only used me for a  ****

Like a bad dream you held me
My spine still clicking to the rhythm of your teeth
as you ever so gently wrapped your arms around me

You only spoke of making love
but it never happened, not once.

I only felt flame
but never fire underneath.
You only burned me,
always left me freezing.

I found it after she left
This feeling she awoken in me
A feeling I thought I severed through my own will
Primal in its nature
Fire re-ignited
To want contact again
Spinning in a vortex of sweat and sounds
A woman's essence apart of me
In a pleasurable connection
I want you
I desire your flesh
But only if your spirit comes with it
Being gentle is in my nature
But also a beast when my blood is excited
I want to drive you wild
But not insane
So tell me when to slow down and maintain
I must know your rhythm
Being in sync takes things to another level
Mind Body and Soul
I want it all

Onward and Upward
Trending on mind-bending signals that send you on a trip to perfect love making
For the sake of awakening the inner child making a bad girl go wild
Letting her inner child out on her worst behavior
Save the Christian values for later
For now live in the moment of every lover’s dreams
Let your inhibitions roam free
Lets heat things up with rose pedals raining from the ceiling
On this cold crisp evening go see
What cupid has left you under the tree
Wrapped up in a bow
It’s time to let go and release the thing you’ve always been afraid of but wanted to be
Exalt intimate thoughts to heights beneath where the Holiest of Holies and great *** meet
Close your eyes
Follow each of my fingers on a ride
Each pushing electrical impulses pulsating until your body convulses and goes into a frenzy
Each one
Precludes the width and the tip of my tongue
And turnpikes all the way down until it touches the inner sides of your thighs then slides…
In and out
In and out of the walls of your gateway
Just point me in the direction of the pathway
The cove the place where I lay my suitcase and we make our case to fill the atmosphere
With rotating, rewinding, refilling
Our empty glasses with wine and no fear
A cycle of love making on relentless rotation being made...right here

Are you next to me so you can safely sleep
or is it because of the things I mean to you?
I need to know it's not the morning you want
but instead your hunger is only for me too
it's so easy to lose myself in your love
can you hear the roaring sounds that say so
how can you sleep when waves crash all around
knowing rip-tides will never let your love go
as soon as you are close to me it begins
the night is where our life together becomes true
it's not walking in the light where everyone can see
instead it's the things you do that make me love you
desire will never sleep because it cannot live like that
it is only the desperate sounds of your voice that I hear
I know it's true because a whisper is quiet longing
like the silent desperate moon drawing the ocean near

if my lips are red.
I had avocado (it does not agree with my body).
Stroke me-
but proceed with caution.
if my lips are read.
Dickens was ******
through my nail-beds.
and is sprouting around my veins.
“Honey” me-
with the dew from his tongue and his alone:
i will open myself up freely to you,
like petals spreading from a bud-
only less graceful.
and not as Chaste.
quite ******, actually;
when my cells are fighting against a forbidden fruit.
- the alligator pear of mexico and birch pollen -
and my tongue is soaked in English verse.

i.

In the Aeonian of the lifetime's
We shalt formeth together;
Lifeline's.

ii.

We shalt be aesthete's
Museum enthusiast's;
Of chariot's, and cherub's.

iii.

Aeviternal through the ion's
Cascarilla of incense burning;
Smoke to riseth ourn hearth.

iv.

A catena of both of ourn novel's
The fireplace, wood gleamed;
Ourn silhouette's making love to the shadow's.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley/ Filipino rose dedication

i.

I push her against the door
Passionate shove;
I'm wearing a whitened dress shirt
A striped black vest, primeval musk.

ii.

I grabbeth her by her waist
Fashioned spectacles upon her countenance;
She pulleth hard mine blonde lock's of hair
A woman now, releasing her innocence.

iii.

Her balmy breathe, variegated with mine
I trickle around her neck, kissing around her spine;
Mine alleviating rim's, wetten's down to her toes
Starting at her top, I kiss front, back, her dialect purely moaned.

iv.

The ambience was intensified
Tis we went astray, into eachother's eye's;
Whilst the firmament went asunder
Planet earth shook, the sheet's pulled us under.

v.

We struggle just for air
As ourn bodie's sucketh the sweat;
Mine nail's grippeth her frame
A night we shan't forget.




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication

When making love
With you,
I've a stroke
Of genius.