Showing posts with label passion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label passion. Show all posts

Saturday, October 21, 2017

Alone in the deep...


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Mysteries knew
I would fling at them
and so invited me
into the dark forest.
Passions led me
as I left Reason behind.
The lioness in me
devoured 
every single beast
that came in the way.
Then it started raining
mercilessly.
Drenched as I was
I had only rain
to protect me.
My pride was
nowhere to be seen.
Swim I did
with the currents
to be back in the 
open again
waiting for the Sun
to rise.

Thursday, September 7, 2017

In two minds....2


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Coming face to face
with my deepest core
I am consumed by
the fury of my passions
and I can't say
if they are fueled
by the body
or they are
the fuel.
I am not sure
if I can survive
this storm
unscathed.
I am pushed
from a force
inside to seek
closure
to this endless wait
and agony of 
not finding a mate
to unite with.
But storms too
are known to pass
and leave behind
debris of destruction.
Am I heap already?

Sunday, September 3, 2017

In fullness....6


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As day breaks anew
my mind travels back
to see a life
fashioned to fill
the self
with possessions
that needed space,
to fill the space
with actions of all kind
and a mind
teeming with ideas
and a body on
the fire of passion
driven up
all the time
to nowhere.
As I stand here
devoid of action
a strange contentment
gathers up
from my feet and
fills me inside
and out.
I just watch
amazed
unmoving.

Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Of nature..5


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Oh, those times
I remember
when we madly
loved each other
and splashed
it all over
not worrying a bit
about the slush
and the mud
and the currents.
Everything around
us stood still
and within
the storms of passion
raged
and carried us 
on the crest of
a new wave
that came with the 
torrent of love
and we survived.
As I stand at the edge
of the pond that
hides our 
treasures
and secrets
and mysteries
unfathomed,
I only remember
and carry that love
beyond words.

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

In Fullness....2


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It's only now
I realised
I had been trying
to fill fullness
with emptiness.
Already full of the milk
of love
I yearned to shape
those lovely breasts of mine.
Full of fertile promises
and swaying gently
I wanted to work
on the elephantine 
fundament of 
my femininity.
And I wanted to drink
wine when life itself
was intoxicating.
and full of charm
promise
love and 
passion
waiting to overflow.

Sunday, March 26, 2017

On my own...3


olegsch.photosight.ru Model- Claire

The deep green waters
draw me close
and I dive into their
mysteries and treasures
all by myself
to meet all
my demons and angels
under water.
I see one by one
my passions
fears
hopes
and turn them round
and find
they are one and the same:
my passions turn into 
fears and my fears
hide my hopes
and in my hope
lies my passion.
I can no longer
see any demons
nor any angels
All I see is the depth
of my being
and the breadth of 
the earth's bosom.

Thursday, January 5, 2017

Passions....4


model: Muse Mercier

Even a thick forest
has openings
if one can manage 
to get in.
Getting in is
the way to 
getting out
in such things.
And one must not
rush or hustle
You never know
what beasts will stir
to life
and get ready
to devour.
So hasten slowly
and feel your way around
let passions be fanned
softly, 
secrets shared under
a heavy breath
and let bodies
be intertwined to
reach that unknown
peak, which once
reached has a way
to vanish into thin air.

Friday, April 22, 2016

Drenched


*** shower

denis.goncharov.photosight.ru

Taut is the sinew
every sinew
in my eager body
with the expectation
of being fulfilled.
Every pore waits 
to celebrate
the festivity
of fresh beginnings.
I cherish my 
earthiness
and yet...
passion overwhelms
my resolve.

Friday, May 23, 2014

That was then...

Nude 26
andrey196.photosight.ru

That was then...
and now I want to
leave all that behind.
Impetuous and tempestuous
wild and passionate
I had dived headlong
into love and affairs
and paid for it.
The fire still burns
in my loins
and no regrets
nor shame.
But now life
is my passion
and let each day
bring forth
the birth of a new
me.

Monday, April 28, 2014

Fire and Fury 4

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neo2fx.photosight.ru

They came for their own reasons
It doesn't matter
I have my own reasons
It is tough to be true to myself
to own up all your lust and passion
and fury and seek their
consummation
sometimes beyond the pale
of custom
I have learnt to burn to ashes
and blow up in the heavens
the volcanoes that
made their home in
my flesh.

Fire and Fury 2

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neo2fx.photosight.ru

I offered all of mine
heart, soul and body
surrendered wholly
to the fire in the belly
and opened myself up
fully and totally
giving every ounce
of love and passion
and fire wanting to
be consumed not leaving
behind even a trace
of that paltry existence
merging in the vast expanse
of love and warmth
and here I am
reminiscing all that and more.

Fire and Fury 1

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 neo2fx.photosight.ru

Fires are mine
Passions are mine
I am in thral held
I wait for something
someone to come
make a bonfire
of all guilt and shame
and be consumed by
the flame
when nothing remains
but the afterglow of
all that burnt away.

Friday, February 7, 2014

It is really about


Игривое настроение

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Come to think of it
I pose a threat
to all those who 
get scared by
their sexuality;
there it is
standing naked in 
front of you
your sexuality
your desires
passions and fantasy
and you have turned
your gaze away
thinking if you 
don't see it
it is going to
vanish -
utterly foolish -
I know and you know
you can strip 
a woman naked 
just with your eyes!
And now when I stand here
you are trying to run me 
down!  Ha!
It's about who you are
really it is about your
impotence to own up
yourself!

Friday, January 31, 2014

They call me...

фотография Валери

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They called me names
derided me
nothing stuck to me
Wasn't perturbed
but disturbed yes.
Time passed and
brought me
a realization.
Voluptuous I was
and that was a blessing
fires burned deep inside me
passions erupted high up
Every cell ached to express
to unite to consume and be 
consumed.
They call me still
by names all
and I smile
and I carry on regardless.

Thursday, January 30, 2014

I can't....do you?

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arkan64.photosight.ru

So many fights
so many grouses
tiffs, taunts and hurts.
You cursed and kicked
I spat and stormed out
and yet you came back
and I made up and
we made love
again
and again.
I can't believe it...
...do you?
Who knows what
we will do with
each other
again....
I can't think of it
....do you?

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

A life of passion

wet


Do you really have to 
think so much
to respond now?
Mine is a life lived
with passion
I share with abandon
I delight with union
and I hold no grudges
and no hopes.
I know tomorrow is 
yet another day
and I know mine
is a life lived with
devotion to the 
only life giving force.

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

If only you will..

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s-makhno.photosight.ru

If only you had
realised
that inside
my flesh
throbbed a real person,
you would be something
else.
Lusting for the flesh
you lost it.
Passions ride my
desires too
but I know where
to take them.
I am but an instrument
and you too are one
for that cosmic orchestra
to play out
its symphonies.
If only you will 
listen to the call
of the yonder....

Monday, June 14, 2010

Life mortal


Image by Iskander
Verse by Syn Onym

I need the rock

To hold on to

And not get washed

Away by the current of life

And I need the current

That keeps me alive...

And burning.

There are many worlds

waiting inside me

to be born

anew;

for this body

is blessed

to play out

the turns and twists

of life mortal

as it tests the flesh

by fire.




Wednesday, April 28, 2010

you caught...



You caught me
revealing my secret...

Not that I live by my
passions,
nor that I rejoice
in God's gift
of this body,
nor even that
I offer all of me
at the altar;

but that the fire
that burns deep inside
me seals my lips
and speaks through
my eyes.

Verse by Aliashesh Image by J Andrieu

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Vast

The world of men
is too small
to offer
my vastness.
I offer them
only
my reflection
to play with.
My clay was sculpted
in distant lands
where
they live by
the fire of passions.