The Morning Post  

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12/10/2005 3:42 am

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The Morning Post

The Morning Post

Poem Title: Desire
You were there, ready to leave
I watched you go with a sigh of relief
Didn't want you to see the desires within me
Didn't want you to feel my world of ecstasy
Maybe I was afraid of getting involved
Maybe I wasn't ready for the fall
So I watched you go as your eyes pierced my soul
And I was left wanting you more and more.
©2005 Afsha
FOR SORCERESS

You have said to me
That I am guilty of innocence;
If that is so
Then let it be my conviction;
And I will share the sentence with you
Because you were kind
To share this common space with me;
Here on the screen
You let me speak to you.
You were most gracious to me
Soft and warm - I felt your femininity -
It moved me - as did your patience with me.
You have said to me
That I am a rare man;
If that is so
Then let it be my glory;
And I will share these words with you,
Glowing amber words
Sent to you
With much affection...
I take you into my embrace fondly
And give you the kiss of greeting.
My lips say to yours
Much more than "hello".
Accept then these my words
And in my heart
I will wish
They make you smile!
The Coupling Of Passion And Erotic Lusts
by Temptress

A touch of skin soft and slippery,
With the hint of hint of sweat.
We fought our resistance beneath the cool sheets,
As the wind flowed from the window above us.
Eyes met briefly and begged for the chance,
To abandon all of our uncertainties.
You began your work on my lips,
Probing gently as if drawing sex,
From a deep well of longing and need.
Then heated tongues met in the midst,
Of hot and quickening breath.
And greedily we drank the wine of our lusts.
Then intoxicated with those spirits,
Our clothes found resting place on the floor.
Piece by piece,
Until there were no hiding places,
For the two glistening and wanting bodies.
Hunger revealed in this hot moment.
Then skin meshed with skin,
As the floor became the stage.
You moved atop of me easily,
And lowered yourself gently.
Kissing me as I was filled with you.
As a gasp broke the kiss,
Your hands stroked the stray strands,
Away from my forehead, then became entangled.
Our slow rhythm gave way,
To urgent and demanding thrusts of passion,
As I arched my body for your comfort,
And you threw me into ecstasy,
With the strength of your blows.
You left me screaming and soaked,
In oblivion again and again,
As you growled my name from the back of your throat,
And our bodies both demanded more,
Each giving to the other,
High on the fluids of foreign substance.
I grasped, then released you,
Grasped then released you,
In effort to relieve you of your control.
The taste of your skin between my lips,
Was like no other.
To hear your cry of mercy,
When my teeth met your warm skin,
Was more breathtaking than you knew.
Yet I still released the control to you.
As you wound your hands in my hair,
And pulled until the flesh on my neck was taut,
You moved with one final and breaking blow,
Forcing our way to the peaks of bliss,
Leaving our screams to echo on like battle cries.
I welcomed the weight of you to crush me,
As you collapsed on top of me,
Still hot and burning,
And I glowing like an ember,
Casting a welcome light,
Should you seek my gifts again.

Plane Talk
A stranger was seated next to Little Johnny on the plane when the stranger turned to the Little Johnny and said, "Let's talk. I've heard that flights will go quicker if you strike up a conversation with your
fellow passenger."
Little Johnny, who had just opened his book, closed it slowly, and said to the stranger. "What would you like to discuss?"
"Oh, I don't know," said the stranger. "How about nuclear power?"
"OK," said Little Johnny. "That could be an interesting topic. But let me ask you a question first.
"A horse, a cow, and a deer all eat grass. The same stuff. Yet a deer excretes little pellets, while a cow turns out a flat patty, and a horse produces clumps of dried grass. Why do you suppose that is?"
"Jeez," said the stranger. "I have no idea."
"Well, then," said Little Johnny, "How is it that you feel qualified to discuss nuclear power when you don't know shit?"


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