"carresses" poems
And I'm stuck.
I'm stuck on the freckles painted on your skin.
I'm stuck on your gentle carresses of your soft but rough hands, tracing endlessly pointless patterns on my back.
I'm stuck on your raspy voice after you've been laying with me for a while and are beginning to fall sleepy.
But I'm also stuck on the weeks of silence.
I'm stuck on the broken promises.
I'm stuck on the false hope.
I'm stuck on how one year ago, or even five months, you said you loved me to no end.
You said you'd never leave again.
It ended.
You left.
And I'm stuck.
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 3:17 AM UTC
Its hardest every night,
When The absence of you
Is as clear
And noticeable
As The emptiness i see
On The pillow next to mine.
When i roll over, and only feel
Cold sheets
Where your lips should be.
Oh, My darling, i remember
When you promised me
Every day
For The rest of our lives
and every day
After that.
Oh, My Love, warm My bed again
Kiss these lips again
Hold me close again
And dont ever
Ever
Dont ever let go again.
dry My tears by being near
Fill My head with your voice
And My heart with your Love.
Baby all i need is you.
I meant what i said
When i said
"until The day i die"
And i know you did too.
Im preparing myself
For The worst possible outcome
But hoping against hope
For The best.
Hope guides me.
A hope that at The end of The day
and The games that we play
You will see what is already
So clear to me.
Hope is all ive had
These last several weeks
That ive been battling,
And usually succumbing to
The bitter tears of loss,
And pain,
Heartache,
Love.
I pray these weeks dont turn
To months
God forbid you take months
Because even for months,
I will be here waiting,
faithfully,
Lovingly,
Probably not patiently,
But wait, i will.
Because Love makes you forgive,
And look past faults,
And mistakes,
To The beauty of The soul
You want forever intertwined
With yours
Oh and i want it..
Want it so badly
That it consumes every thought
And action
In My wakeful hours.
And even when i sleep,
My dreams are haunted
by your absence.
Visions of Love and lust
And The sweet carresses
Of The young in Love.
Each night, when My eyes finally dry
And i fall prey to sleep,
What a fretful sleep it is.
All The things i yearn for
In The daylight hours
Come to me
In My deepest dreams.
I dream of your kiss,
Your laugh,
The way you hold My hand,
And tell me you Love me..
All The things im denied in The day,
My mind gives me at night
Hoping to ease The pain
Of The heart beneath it. But truly,
It only makes it harder
When i wake,
Not in your arms,
But tangled in blankets,
With The ghost of a dreams kiss
Still warming My lips.
Nov 7, 2012
Nov 7, 2012 at 12:31 PM UTC
To take a walk in the country and to see the deer at play,
These are some of the finer things that make up a perfect day.
To hear the birds singing high in the sky
And the soft gentle drone of a dragonfly.
To see the sun shining on all it can reach,
On the Oak and the Ash and the Birch and the Beech.
To smell the sweet scents that are all around,
Of the beautiful flowers that reach from the ground.
And to feel the warm breeze as it carresses your skin.
Is what makes me feel good in the world I live in.
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 7:51 AM UTC
Ten million bombs,
In an organism,
Single of cell.
The nucleus becomes nuclear,
The ironic cliche.
Instructions to life is unclear,
Resurrection per touch'e.
The ground breaks and falls away,
Supernatural universe all around you,
Leading yourself away,
Venomous vapor clouds you pass through.
Written texts whisper secrets,
"They're secrets for none exist to hear it!"
Ink fills the veins in challenge,
Blood carresses the paper before you,
Eyes stare in mallace,
Rebellion is the potential in truth,
The light dims as you suffocate the beautiful lie.
Thirteen dice becames synchronized with your soul,
Chances are you will die,
Before your art feeds your home.
As sad as this is,
It brings us boundless joy.
From the darkest possible chasm,
Ascends our Chrystal-Rift ******
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 4:56 AM UTC
Black on blue
Eyes like the moon
Fantastic
Delicious, melt-in-your-mouth licorice
Call her sassy, but she sways savvy into your life
Binds your mind and body into one
Barrier destroyer of all dark forces, carrier of light
Pure and innocent, she carresses your mind
Vibration uplifted and intelligence becomes gifted
Quick, yet graceful
One of many doors
That your higher self knocks on
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 12:04 AM UTC
We commence the acencion into an oxygen void dimension of vivid colors and breathless serenity
your beach-breaze salty glaze compliments your starved gaze as you graze my thighs and sigh through Slytherin lips,
blindly searching for the switch buried in my skin, a surpressed sunset at your fingertips
You need me now, like an orphaned lover you miss me, your strong hands cannot understand the firm grip of my surreal sweet lips, the warm
carresses of my tongue, the twists, the complex concoction of intoxicating ********** physical poetry, Constructing
your perfect carnal high, I trace fairy trails down your chest into the fields of your belly, I paint roses onto your skin with my soft
puckered sips, I drink from you your pleasure and make it my own, you're not alone on this quest to fullfillment, DO your fill and
you'll recieve in full.I'm at your command. Move me like your marrionette star, I'll repeat which ever wonders your whispers wish me to,
let us commerce in our spiritual sign language, catalyst mental eruption, hot and heavy streams of red-hot moans rivers into tropical atmosphere,
riveting the hem of my body as my soul slips through the strips of bone, the rib caging my bongo core as it crecendos into **** sore psalms, my palms
rooted to your crown as I combust into a comet, corrupted by the sublime nectar dripping off the rims of your mouth, connecting the dots to my being,
you found me
now come
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 9:09 AM UTC
I had the feeling,
Like once you get home,
From a flight or a vacation.
I missed this.
But I've been here the whole time..
Now I watch out my open-wide 13th floor window..
Taking it all in.
The feeling of home..
The senses of surroundings-
All in one.
The air moist and cool as it carresses my face.
The wind, warm and comforting like a summers breeze.
Yet the smell is fresh, slightly of pine and mint.
Perfectly cut grass surrounds the smooth, dark, pavemented roads.
City lights and holiday decora brighten up the vista.
On the edge, the skylines shimmer with life,
Pointing up to the navy fogged space.
The moon, nowhere in sight.
If you listened closer, you could hear the crickets songs..
Sleek cars pass by, overpowering the no-beat melodies with their traction, while mimicking the streetlights above.
Sounds of silence, and some of metropolis.
Fly with freedom,
I could sit here all night,
Let my legs hang out through transparacy,
Grasping on to a bar,
As if I were on the front row cart of a stopped rollercoaster.
Jan 1, 2011
Jan 1, 2011 at 3:51 PM UTC
The smell of Iron carresses my nose.
I undress.
Looking in the mirror.
Scars decorating my skin.
Others- Ugly.
Me- Beauty.
My eyes take in every inch of myself.
Is it ****** up to say I got turned on?
My eyes dart to the corner of the room.
There lays a lifeless body, bloodless.
My eyes dart to the bathtub.
Filled to the rim with crimmison.
Blood is boiling.
I walk accross the blood soaked floor,
leaving ****** footprints in my wake.
I pearch on the side of the tub.
Stick my toe into it.
A sigh and a shiver of pleasure escape me.
I emerse myself in to it.
I grin...
Razor teeth on display.
For my victoms who are forced to watch.
Bliss...
Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 10:28 PM UTC
What does your heart cost?
Can it be bought?
Not with money
That's a silly thought
A million kisses,
Maybe two
Gentle carresses
And "I Love You's"
Late night laughter,
Secrets whispered and kept
Promises of smiles
No tears to be wept
"How was your day?"
Asked with care
The complete reasurance
That I'll always be there
What does your heart cost?
I'll pay any price
Just to hold your heart
And see love in your eyes
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 5:51 PM UTC
Rust and gold fall soundlessly to the sodden ground,
the smell of autumn all around.
Soft crunches beneath my feet,
the euphoric tone of my heartbeat.
Wind sweetly carresses my cheek,
leaving me unable to speak.
All the colors so vibrant and gay,
my only wish is for them to stay.
Autumn is my time of year,
nothing to lose, not much to fear.
I climbed the old solomn oak tree
and beyond the horizon I did see.
So cool and carefree, but it isn't only me.
You've proven how happy I can possibly be.
Just stay right here by my side,
lay with me and enjoy the ride.
Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 12:20 PM UTC
Down in meadows where sweet grass grows by the inch by moolite -a girl I know she would stroll.. quietly ,barefoot and beautiful.
Flowers and rose petals filled the air as she strolled to valley.down.deep. this girl I know who couldn't sleep. she.strolled.to the green valley way down deep.
Nite breezes whispered sadness of love adrift like the echoing bubbly,babbling brook as cool grass mingled with achy feet she walked her cares to the valley down deep.
This lady I know is lovely and rare and full of sudden sweet surprise. Like the ones that sparkle from her sleepy eyes. I think she is layered and her sorrows are deep and her pain she does keep quiet and hidden
Way down deep.
So, I somtimes wonder and conjure what it be to hold her hand ,put her head on my shoulder sing a lullaby low and deep and stroll together on the winding path that would take us by starlite and moonlite and gentle brook to.lay us both down in clover and Jasmine.
stroke her brow and whisper.her away to sleep in the peacefull valley with windmills up on the hills.
That place in her joyfull surrender in the green valley way down deep
This woman I know is soft as surrender and tough as iron but the girl inside still dreams the wistfill fairytale ending while doing and going and fixing unending. Regret like a stone on her shoulder, head bowed and sweet.she has kept to the task but now weary for rest and gentle persuasion.
There's a place in the gloaming where dreamwalkers meet a misty suspension. A warm sunny place a snow capped and glistening winterland an azure briney ocean and sand.
Sahara of rippling sand like sweet music rippling forth from a merciful harp that draws her up upwards and aloft to soar and skim in freedom then she sails the Caribbean trades with the wind in her hair still dreaming wide awake.. she.sits on the bow and seaspray carresses her hopes . Salty misy and cool and she dreams in a dream inside of contemtment unending. Then soars aloft again infitfull sleep then plunges to depths of secrets well kept to.the valley so green and so deep.
To the valley
The valley of sleep.
To green meadows
In the valley.down deep.
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 9:10 AM UTC
Have you ever imagined making love in the sky?
The cool breeze blows on your face as you stare in your lovers eyes.
Have you ever imagined that pleasure could steal your breath?
The touch and carresses from your lovers hands causing you to melt.
Have you ever cuddled all night and you wake up feeling like you would explode.
The feeling so intense that you decide to make your lovers home your abode.
Have you had a kiss underneath a water fall?
The tiny drops of water giving you chills as you respond to your lovers call.
Have you ever wished your bed could be set on fire?
As you give yourself away while fulfilling your intense desires.
Have your body ever ****** by the brush of your lovers skin?
Or the warm presence of your lover deep within.
Maybe you should find this lover you dance the night away with.
Without you feeling reserved nor shy even for a little bit.
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 5:36 PM UTC
The night of stolen kisses
That my lips didn't deserve
Carresses you wanted for her
Touches that would later hurt
The night you held me
In a way I cannot forget
You looked at me like I was everything
But I wasn't what you wanted
The night of mistakes
That will forever haunt me
Sleeping next to you
Was everything and nothing
The night of many things
That turned into losing you..
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 12:57 AM UTC
Washed in amber hues,
Drenched with delicate light -
Glistening accumulations of natural gold
Outstretch into the night.
Infinite beauty of vibrant shades,
The familiar shadows’ carresses,
Paints the perfect masterpiece
And unintentionally undresses…
Life in its richest; bordered
By synthetic restraints
May never mask
The wonders the world contains.
Nov 22, 2010
Nov 22, 2010 at 3:00 PM UTC
The full moon
looks down upon
the lonely hearted,
casting its glow
upon chisled-faces,
cheeks
covered
with streams
of dried tears,
fearful of the morning.
And when the warmth
of the bright star appears,
we lie hidden still,
silently waiting
for the return of night,
when moonglow carresses
us into our lost dreams
& we write of pain,
comforted,
yet again.
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 5:21 AM UTC
Resting my back against
A back resting itself
Against mine.
What was lifted from my eyes
That made the end of summer
Seem so bright?
This could be a hospital, but
There is good health and honest,
Unpaid care in the walls.
Wherever I am in a room
I can reach out and feel the
Warmth with which
A goddess would sign her
Every most self-mirroring
Creation.
Feeding me dinners, and gentle
Strokes on my arm by my
Side in the
Cinema, taking it easy. Talking,
Loving and getting to know.
Slow. In and
Out of a place of light in weight
And colour, being asked nothing
But not asking,
And calmly, gratefully accepting
Carresses and other gifts.
Being given to,
By someone who loves to give.
Sometimes I have so much hope
For humanity.
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 1:22 PM UTC
i slip into
the embrace
of the sea,
this morning
and it,
welcomes me.
the salt,
carresses my skin
and the cool water,
captures my mind
i swim out,
past the breakline
and into the green
who knows,
what swims beneath....
when i dive
i see nothing,
but seaweed
yet there is,
a whole world
down there...
watching,
as i stroke,
my way back and forth across the cove...
the worries of the landlocked cease,
and i am...
at one...
with the rythm...
of my body,
as the water,
slides,
past each and every,
skincell,
it is like...
weaving liquid silk,
into the weft,
of my tattered soul ...
and in doing so,
renewing vigour
and purpose.
the sun rises,
and the surfers come...
at last i am done....
and leave the water,
slipping quietly
back on to the sand...
and back into the less fluid
being of me....
patched....and embroidered
ready .....for another day
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 4:26 PM UTC
As The soft gentle wind
Lovingingly Carresses my face
I am reminded of your
Unending merciful grace
The cool touch of night
And the stars you placed in the sky
Reminds me of your love
And that your presence is nigh
The moon and stars set up above
Like rare jewels in a fine setting
Testimony to your craftsmanship
That no one will be forgetting
Your creation is beautiful
Your fingerprints you left
Your glory is all around
In every valley and mountain cleft
Lord your name
Above all others be praised
Your glory shine
And worship be raised!
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 12:57 AM UTC
The razor rests upon my wrists
Scarred with time
And the impossible mountains
I've tried to climb.
He will never know the secrets
Behind my pain
As the blood carresses my skin
Like scarlet rain.
No more suffering and no more tears.
No one will remember my lonely final years.
Locked behind my enclosing death,
I whisper those undeniable words as I take my last dying breath.
I love you.
May 11, 2010
May 11, 2010 at 2:17 PM UTC
Sleep now
Coal and diamonds will be my blanket
Crooks and sleeves my pillow
Dirt the scent that carresses my nose
Dusty winds my lullaby
One eye keeps watch
One eye stacks the z's
Palm nuzzles revolvers ****
The cold is my warmth
Outlaw is my creed
A hail of bullets will be my alarm clock
Your blood will press snooze
But eventualy
On the run in the desert will be my doom
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 12:40 AM UTC
The smooth force of ****** skin
carresses and moulds me in stone.
I stretch to the contour
groin the hollow
nurtured and naked
for sacrifice.
Grave friend, grey faced
steady eyed friend
shallow edge
great heart
melt with heaviness the torsion
in each of these limbs.
I surrender time to the mother of you,
dry tenderer, assauger of guilt, you
who holds up day, and lets down night,
who bundles and sprawls me
like a rough shouldered parent.
I search for the place of no light in you,
close my eyes to your dreaming
seek out eons you’ve sloughed off
and deeper, how your weight pulls the gravity out of me,
I surrender
and can fall no more into the rocking
rocking lap of you;
mother how can I fold into you
how can I surrender
how can I add my breath to the sigh of you?
MChallis © 2005/2014
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 4:57 AM UTC
Long before the sun has said hello
your face lays so close on my pillow
your breath carresses my necks nape
this is the way we both love to wake
Flattened palm warm laid on my belly
movements slow we choose to dally
our bodies joined from toes to hips
in sleepiness we let all pretences slip
This is my favoured way to wake
with you knowing I'm yours free to take
so with my body I show you how
I need you to be one with me now
Your breath warm, fervent in my ear
inevitable, no choice, I pull you in near
(draw you to my inner atmosphere)
excited molecules cause quite a reaction
undeniable unfightable hot attraction
My ardent moans and ****** sighs
undo any maybes or hesitant why's
my radiated heat, wetness invites you in
your warm firmness signals let's begin
Slowly deeply hips rolled and ******
no stolen kisses unspoken deep trust
delicious delirious both giving over
surrendering my body to you my lover
Your hand so tender upon my breast
my hand on you 'tween my thighs wrest
passions rising hearts beating harder
breaths short in this our sweet ardour
The world still quietly sleeping without
inside our loves expression plays out
your lips your teeth carressing my neck
my cheeks aflame I am at your beck
I feel your excitement building higher
the ****** the pull the heat of our fire
it brings me on pushes past the breach
desire for release you squeeze my peach
More urgent now still close we hold
movements stronger deeper more bold
I crave to feel your ****** letting go
it triggers my own hot lava to flow
We both are gluttons here it is true
never getting enough me nor you
always needing to push on until spent
smile in soft repose at passions vent.
J.C. honey-tiger (grroowwlll!) 30/06/2019.
Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 9:47 PM UTC
Waking up to sweet lilac rays
The tingling sensation that carresses
My nostrils
I awaken, but my head is chained
To my bed
In solitude my body rests
But when it's solemn it rots
Under the lilac morning sun
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 4:08 PM UTC
In the field of martial arts
The lesson i was taught is to love
No anger can win a war but a determination of sympathy
The kicks of passion and the blows of carresses
Soft tender punches to a painful-less action
All to a triumph of victory.
To keep the calm is to stop the war, ablaze of cover fired seized in touches of shouts
Who is it that i have never met, one who loves to surrender
Effectivenes can buy a surrender rather than a story of words of sympathy in tears
They only make a good story and buy temporary times
Now see what the future has not on your side laying by the successful' pillow
How nany of chances can you blow to have a series of a hit goal
You nail your opportunities to the wall and cry for desires of dreams under rehabilitation
Thats the way to say the insane are brighter than your conscious
You live in a poverty of deep thinking while the answer swims by the surface floor
And why wish to step too high before you can walk on the possibles(captioned seeable & achievable Things)
How ignorance has made you ran a race to the start line as life drives to the finish line.
Which color do you paint life.
Dreams, possibilities, extraordinary, father-mother cry, run of hustle.
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 7:02 AM UTC