The Entry

[spyda]

The Entry.

this isn't poetry. these are my words to you. i don't have time to sit back, match up the words in an articulate manner and put them on display like a glass slipper in cinderalla. what i wanna do to you, it's beyond complehension. i can't explain any further than i already have. call me stuck right now. when you come around, i feel better. i can't explain it. you see what happens when we get on the horn and pop sh*t back and forth for a few minutes at a time, next thing you know... we're right there again. visions in my mind only scratch the surface when it comes to positions i'd put you in.... songs even set off the cruise... i caught myself thinking about you last night. ion know why, something came over me and i was like 'damn, this girl is driving me crazy right now'. and to borrow a line out of your book, 'my head almost exploded'. so, you tell me. i know we have plans, but, between me and you, i can't wait. we might have to turn this into a cash on delivery, because whatever it cost, i'm just about willing to pay....

Bless.

[sexydeltagirl]

Very nice piece...

so, you tell me. i know we have plans, but, between me and you, i can't wait. we might have to turn this into a cash on delivery, because whatever it cost, i'm just about willing to pay....

It inspired this piece....

Making it happen...
Won't be so hard..
But not letting myself fall victim...
To your touches....
That will hold me captive...
In your web of sensuality...
Will take more than just courage...
Can I leave the room we shared for several hours...
And not look back...
I can see myself traveling several distances....
Just to steal a kiss..
Or a touch
Or to hear you whisper my name...
The smell of your colgne in my hair...
I'm going through convulsions at my desk...
Unable to sit with my legs shut....
I gasp for air...
I don't want to become your puppet...
But if it takes me having to dangle from your strings...
To release my desires...
Then call me pinochio.....

[spyda]

Very nice piece...
so, you tell me. i know we have plans, but, between me and you, i can't wait. we might have to turn this into a cash on delivery, because whatever it cost, i'm just about willing to pay....
It inspired this piece....
Making it happen...
Won't be so hard..
But not letting myself fall victim...
To your touches....
That will hold me captive...
In your web of sensuality...
Will take more than just courage...
Can I leave the room we shared for several hours...
And not look back...
I can see myself traveling several distances....
Just to steal a kiss..
Or a touch
Or to hear you whisper my name...
The smell of your colgne in my hair...
I'm going through convulsions at my desk...
Unable to sit with my legs shut....
I gasp for air...
I don't want to become your puppet...
But if it takes me having to dangle from your strings...
To release my desires...
Then call me pinochio.....

humm, i like it. falling victim to the unknown is a dangerous and very powerful thing.

Add On:

You say you don't want to fall. what makes you think i can do any better? there's a looseness here that keeps it all together. i can't explain it. i awake at midnight in a dark room looking for you. only to see myself for what i am now... lost without your touch. can i have that? would you give that to me? if i were to get my hands on you to further establish my want for you, would you dismiss it? my attempts to touch you everywhere the clothing keeps hidden are more than the shallow efforts of a desperate man... they are movements that have clouded my judgement and given me an answer because i am at that very moment where i want to be... would you... could you... that bead of sweat that comes down alongside your temple tells me everything i need to know, without you saying a word... but i still want to hear it...

Bless.

[sexydeltagirl]

humm, i like it. falling victim to the unknown is a dangerous and very powerful thing.
Add On:
You say you don't want to fall. what makes you think i can do any better? there's a looseness here that keeps it all together. i can't explain it. i awake at midnight in a dark room looking for you. only to see myself for what i am now... lost without your touch. can i have that? would you give that to me? if i were to get my hands on you to further establish my want for you, would you dismiss it? my attempts to touch you everywhere the clothing keeps hidden are more than the shallow efforts of a desperate man... they are movements that have clouded my judgement and given me an answer because i am at that very moment where i want to be... would you... could you... that bead of sweat that comes down alongside your temple tells me everything i need to know, without you saying a word... but i still want to hear it...
Bless.

This constant torment...
Keeps my thoughts filled with your lust for me...
Like my body locked away in a vault...
And only you have the key...
To unlock all my hidden fetishes...
And subliminal attempts to just say the words...
I want you....
Just for a minute...
Just for an hour...
I just want to be with you....
Touch your skin....
Kiss your lips...
Hold you in my arms and pretend...
They are the wings of forgiveness...
That forgave me for past lovers who left me empty...
I think you have what it takes to lift me...
So when you ask to hear it....
Are you ready?

[Irish-dipstick]

nice drops to both

[spyda]

This constant torment...
Keeps my thoughts filled with your lust for me...
Like my body locked away in a vault...
And only you have the key...
To unlock all my hidden fetishes...
And subliminal attempts to just say the words...
I want you....
Just for a minute...
Just for an hour...
I just want to be with you....
Touch your skin....
Kiss your lips...
Hold you in my arms and pretend...
They are the wings of forgiveness...
That forgave me for past lovers who left me empty...
I think you have what it takes to lift me...
So when you ask to hear it....
Are you ready?

i'll never be ready to hear it...
makes my craving for you that much stronger.
starved and beckoning for a taste of new familiartity...
my mind, it races when you enter the doorway
draped in nothing, covered air is how i see you..
floating on your own plain as you comform to all my visions..
nothing to overzealous, but far from tame..
i'll gladly hold your hand as you travel alongisde me on this ride...
the taste of your kiss on my lips.
reveals a new memory each time my tongue grazes them.
things i've seen, which will soon come to fruiition...
you keep me tempted, not difficult to do..
but you keep me wanting, everything that is you...
an inkling of your time, is a journey within my life..
would you grant me entry....
Bless.

[Ambition]

i'll never be ready to hear it...
makes my craving for you that much stronger.
starved and beckoning for a taste of new familiartity...
my mind, it races when you enter the doorway
draped in nothing, covered air is how i see you..
floating on your own plain as you comform to all my visions..
nothing to overzealous, but far from tame..
i'll gladly hold your hand as you travel alongisde me on this ride...
the taste of your kiss on my lips.
reveals a new memory each time my tongue grazes them.
things i've seen, which will soon come to fruiition...
you keep me tempted, not difficult to do..
but you keep me wanting, everything that is you...
an inkling of your time, is a journey within my life..
would you grant me entry....
Bless.


oh cute, you write poetry.