Free Verse

Don't Play With Fire


Drowning in desire
Opulence born and bred
Night welcomes clandestine meeting
Traverse to wickedness

Power of lust
Levitates rational thought
Anguish plays the role of executioner
Yesterday’s ashes mingle with misery

Wicked proclivities wets the appetite
Invites sin to lie in bed
Throes of covetousness ignites flame
Hell holds the door open to welcome

Fighting against primal urges
Inclinations driven by want
Repentances smolders
Embers are all that remains
Don’t play with fire…you’ll get burned

Caught in the Cross Fire


Camouflage in a war of desire
A love triangle
United in hearts battle
Glorified victory of soul of love
Honor belongs to no one
Trenches can’t conceal deceit

Inglorious esteem breathes contempt
Noble pride reaps sin

Tempestuous passions erupt
Hedonistic sojourns grief of dying love
Evoking a pledge of allegiance

Careless loyalty abandons hope
Resurrect a grave of loneliness
Obituary of lies fall from lips
Self- indulgent remorse
Shadows forgiveness

Freedom sounds for whom
Illicit acts caught in a moment of time
Revile intelligence of common sense
Eons of casualty of heart lie in a vacant field
            Caught in the cross fire

Bedroom Scenes


Scene one, he entered the bedroom candles danced off her
naked body as she lay poised
Sensually exposing the secret of herself
Scene two, slowly he maneuvered his was over to where
she rested looking down into eyes no
Color could describe
Scene three, she reached up and seductively placed her hand
on the passionate part of his body
Watched as his eyes closed ever so slightly
Ummm she thought to herself, he was now hard putty in her hands
Scene four, he unhurriedly begins to undress stripping for her
he knew this would get her off
Removing the last barrier letting her eyes feast on his manhood
their eyes then met ‘come to me the spider said to the fly’
Scene five, hunger for rapture sent them both on a journey to conquer  
Scene six, intertwined their body’s rocked to
New emotions not defined by nature
Scene seven, sounds echoed and bounced off the walls
matting call could be heard in all directions
Scene eight, sweat poured from their pores still they kept on going for
more carnal pleasure
Scene nine, positions they performed rivaled the Karma Sutra
passions continued to roar
Scene ten, can’t be mentioned let’s just say the scene ended
With two people satiated and resting up for scene eleven...


November


Changing colors
Leaves fallen to the ground
Sound of wind so smooth
Coldness seeps within
Eyes beholding the beauty
The sky unabashed in maturity
Frozen tear drops
Blanket of white covers naked earth
Smoke bellow from a lonely chimney stack
Inside fire roars in the hearth
Warm and contented some are
The rest look for and not get
Delicious aromas fill the air
Hungry bellies growl in the distance
Wishing for a place to call home
Night falls
Another November day has come to an end

Portrait


He walked into the club and there she stood
Her back to him beauty etched in every inch
A portrait to be painted
A song to be harmonized
Poetry of loveliness
His emotions he tried to conceal
Never before had he witness such sensuality
All he wanted to do was touch her
To see if she was real
He imagined his hands on her body
Lips tasting the sweetness of her core
Fantasies danced before his eyes
Becoming bold he took a step towards her
Started to reach a hand out to touch her
His vision of exquisiteness
Utopia standing there for him
To possess
With a change of mind he let his
Hand fall back to his side
Fearing he wasn't worthy of this goddess
He turned and walked away
Never seeing her face
But the portrait of her
Always remained in his mind

Chasing Paper Airplanes



I sit I watch waiting for the chance to catch whispers
Floating in the air
Sky azure white clouds dance between the sun and earth
Days shorten still I sit I watch
Making wishes futile if I’m to believe
Happiness is just a dream
Catch a falling tear drop on fingertip
I sit I watch
Breathe in breathe out
In the light of day things are clear
Gaze up at the heavens
Wondering if God really does exist
Say a prayer if He does maybe He will hear
Retrace my thoughts
I sit I watch
A little girl lost
A young woman found
A bitter pill goes down with a spoon of honey
Is life on a merry go round?
Spinning to infinity
I sit I watch
Finality to a days end
Chasing paper airplanes


The Idea of You



It’s not you that I miss
Not your smell or your scent
It isn’t even your presence
There’s just something that keeps the idea of you alive
For good or bad haven’t quite fished through that one yet
Still the memories float around in my mind
Ideas of what I wished you to be yet you were
Never meant to be
Sunset walks along the shore climb Mt. Everest
Swim the Atlantic Ocean
Ideas only formulated in my dreams
Steamy sweat soaked sheets
Hands roaming over my body
Ideas of a lover who knew how to make
Love and receive it back
Desire so strong I smelled it
Before I caught a whiff of you
Ideas of only what I hoped to form
Into reality stay hidden in the idea of you