MAY 2008 BRING EVERY ONE ALL THEY NEED.....WANISHI N HUGS, ALEXA
Monday, December 31, 2007
Saturday, December 1, 2007
The Kings Hand Picked Wench/ The Beginning
The Kings Hand Picked Wench
(Part one of four)
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CreativeVibes
It was the night of your sixteenth birthday I arrived home from the Holy War, gone
I had been some seven years. Do you remember our first meeting in the garden at
your tender age of ten. Such a beauty you had, and a precocious demanding mind for
a child your age, especially one that was female. You were driving the gardener crazy
with your questions, not ever quite satisfied with the answers he gave thee. You made
me chuckle at his nervousness and his bewilderment at your pushing your mind at him.
I saw a vision that day, as the sun was shining upon you, I saw the beauty of mind, body,
your very soul as you would be when grown. It was this that decided I would keep you
to me that day, to teach you to trust, want only me. Tonight my Wench we will see if
I have succeeded. After all have gone to bed I will not go to my Queen, for this she will
be thankful as for what I have in mind is not to her liking and never has from the very
beginning. You my little Wench will quench my thirsts lavishly and willingly, praise
be the Gods! I know my dreams and grooming will not be in vain!
I am at thou bed chamber door, rapping so as not to only be heard by thee. As the door opens I slip inside, and you jump into my arms, tears of happiness you tell me as I am
home and not dead as was feared. “Remember, I say, I would come to your bedroom
chamber when I returned my Lady?” “ I am here am I not?” “My word is good.” “Let
me look at this woman before me.” “ Why thee has turned into a beauty just as I knew
thee would.”
“My Lord I could not be anything but that which you would desire me tobe,” shyly
she says. Praise the Gods! She is flirting! Being coy with me! This is delighting me,
now I will take her, enough waiting.
“My dear sweet Lady, thou is right, I expected no less then what I see right here with my
eyes, and all my senses.” “ Thou art a beauty, one to desire to have to ones self, thou will
be mine tonight.
I take her face and cradle it in my hands as I say what I have waited these long seven year
to say.
“My Lady, sweet Lady, would thou give thyself to this weary Knight?” “ I have hungered
more for thy company of thyself then ever that of my men at arms.” “To feel thy sensual
body and warmth next to mine, lying unclothed, touching your lovely round breasts with
my fingers, hands and my lips.” “Suckling them till the passion succumbs that we have yearned for so long.” I hear a sigh, a whisper of , “yes, I am yours my Knight.” My hand
pulls the string on your dressing gown and off your shoulders it falls, to the floor around your feet. Perfect beauties they are as is the rest of thee. Control, I must control my urge
to ravish her. I remove my dressing robe and she is in awe of my member, the shaft pointing straight at her Venus. She reaches to touch my shaft, and I take her hand and pull her to me into my arms. I reach down and my hand feels between her pillars of Venus, arousing thy very nature to do as I wish. Sighs of desire I hear as I take her to the
bed, my hand reachs into between her pillars of Venus, she is permitting me entrance without any apprehension, she wants me as I want her. No fear at all. She will not hinder
this her first mating ritual, she is wanting it, ready for it, desiring it, she has been touched
by no other, so it will be I who takes willingly thy virtue of chastity.
“My Lady, thou hast lips of such sweetness which I will take satisfaction to join with mine and send my tongue to stimulate thy palette. Your lips part as I slip my tongue
into thy mouth, teasing, caressing, stroking your tongue to awaken you. Then I feel
your tongue responding as mine had done, then it us together. Your breathing is as
mine, as I start to stimulate your clit feeling your wetness on my fingers, I taste you,
the taste of honey and musk, so good it is. I dip my finger in again and put it to your
lips, your tongue licks it as if it were my shaft. “ I do taste good my Lord,” you say in
a little whisper. Again I fill your Venus with my fingers and feel the wetness there, my
shaft is hungry to fill your silky velvet cavern. I mount myself over you, between your
white pillars. My Lady beckons me to enter her, pulling me to her with her hands on my
ass, I gently tease as she gasps from the touch of my rigid shaft. Slowly I penetrate her,
just a little to ease me inside, a little more and then I gasp as I plunge into her velvet walls.
Grab me to her, feeling her teeth on my skin, then she is aching to me and meeting me
with every plunge into her, in and out, in and out, to and fro, then I feel and hear her, me,
as we reach the peak, the crescendo, “My Wench!” I loudly proclaim. Shuddering I let
myself down onto the full length of you, only a bit I don’t want to crush your delicate
frame. Kissing your lids, your face, your ears, and finally your neck, and lay there a
moment feeling you still shuddering under me. Rolling onto the bed I pull you over and
into me to spoon for I want to feel thy ass on my groin and shaft, my skin.
As I lay with you I slide my hand up and over the curve of thy hip, slowly, rhythmically,
and I think to myself hoe wise a King I am. For all I had wanted and dreamed of these
long seven years has come true, and you my love are, “My Wench!” “ I am your Wench,”
you whisper in a sigh, “always My King.” I slip into sleep caressing your hip as I do…
“Yes, my Wench, always.”
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Shameless Promotion of My Art
OK listen up! I have opened up a store front at lulu.com. Up for sale is my art prints,
as follows:
Mistress Lament Series I - consists of four art prints, erotic nudes,tastefully done of
the Mistress in four different setting waiting for her Lover to come or watching him
leave. Any one of them would make a great gift to someone special to you or for
yourself. Each will compliment any bedroom, bathroom or powder room.
Please go check them out....and BUY!
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My next Mistress Lament Series II will come along shortly. Each of them will have
a poem imposed on them. Each will be in different settings and poses...Keep an
eye out for a notice that they're up for sale. Yes these will be erotic nudes to...
Thanks for coming and reading my poetry, I can't tell you enough how much your
appreciated for taking the time...even if you never comment...I hope you keep
coming back...Osiyo n many Hugs,Alexa
Alcohol Life n Lies
© 2007 All Rights Reserved CreativeVibes
Tell me you’ll never leave,
That our love will never end,
Everything is all Ok,
I tell myself I can pretend
Though finally I no longer believe
I’d give you one more night
Of passions lust, if I could
I’ll not put you on the spot
For nothing works as it could
Or should, hasn’t for a long time
Stay there in your chair
Hug your Mistress bottle tight
Drink up her liquid amber gold
As I walk out into the night
All I feel is one big dammed relief
Will you even know I’ve really gone
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Mistress Lament Series I - Art Prints
This is SHAMELESS PROMOTION OF MY ART
Mistress Lament Series I--four Art Prints, erotic nudes of my Mistress Lament, each
in a different setting, she is waiting for her lover to arrive or watching him leave.
Each is tastefully done. Please check them out and BUY !
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Thursday, November 1, 2007
Man of My Dreams
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CreativeVibes
Couldn’t believe it, you’re here
Right here in front of me
Holding my face so gently
Eyes looking so lovingly into mine
I hear the words you speak , feel them
To me you are so dear
I’ll be with you for life
You know I want to lay you down
Your hand on my bum, pulling me closer
Baby, I’ll be back soon
Then your gonna take me down
Spend forever going round and round
I rub my eyes, release a sigh
I’ve been waiting so long for you
You were here I felt it
Sadly I hug myself, bite lightly my lip
Will you always just be
The man of my dreams
Dancing Fire Works
© 2007 All Rights Reserved
CreativeVibes
I’m no longer cold
Band has started to play
I have the floor
As my hips swing and sway
Heat and sparks will fly
I’ve got FIRE WORKS
Eyes closed, lips smiling
Hips shaking to the beat
I’m in my own other world
Filled with musical heat
I’ve got FIRE WORKS
The beat is in my body
Goes right to my soul
Just let me shimmy and shake
A little bump and grind, let me go
Ok, maybe a lot
I’ve got FIRE WORKS
Forth of July has nothing on me
When I’m on the dance floor
Sparks fly , dance floor heats up
It’s a million sparklers, I want more
Just let my heat and fire fly
I’ve got FIRE WORKS
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Simi Sweet Deep Dark Chocolate
Simi Sweet Deep Dark Chocolate
© 2007 All Rights Reserved
CreativeVibes
Love the tempting taste
The feel upon my lips
Must have it once a day
It’s bound to end upon my hips
Rather sitting or as I lay
It’s of what dreams are made
Soft, silky, sensuous taste, the smell
Makes me feel sinful, a little guilt
I can see it now…view it….wow
A thrust, ummm, a succulent thrill
As it slowly smelts from my heat
It has no will
Tomorrow I’ll commit this sin
As I do everyday
Over again
Monday, October 22, 2007
Remember The Campfires
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CreativeVibes
I’ve heard the stories
Of long ago campfires
All would gather to share
Food, drink, and many tales
Where have the campfires gone
Many would tell their story
Dancing there would be
Much serious talk
And laughter you’d hear
Where have the campfires gone
Stories of mysteries, of gloom
Tales of bad things, many good
Warriors told of their battles
Tales of many days hunt for food
Where have the campfires gone
Where are the campfires now
The people to gather there
To tell the stories of the past
The stories of now, for our future
Where have the campfires gone
We need the stories of old
And the stories of now
Each person was a teacher
Their story a lesson
Where have all the campfires gone
I’ll make a campfire
All are invited to share the fun
I’ll make a campfire
Will you come share your stories
Will you come
Where have all the campfires gone
Saturday, October 20, 2007
A Gift From A Fan
Liven Raw
© 2007 All Rights Reserved
Place your hand upon my eyes
And surprise..
Whisper with erotic wise
And I’ll rise…
Kiss these lips that sometimes lie
To stop your cries…
Slowly I’ll fill you with my size
And stroke with all my tries
Stretch wide your legs so ply
Release that beast and fly
We’ll soar that high so high
You’re soaked no longer dry
You cry a pleasant sigh
Then southbound tastes your thigh
Lap wet where pleasures hide
Move right, left, side to side
Your nude behind I’ll ride
rhythmic erotic dance
a dirtier dance we two will prance
more highs come not by chance
as faster you ride my lance
as clouds form ‘bove your head
eyes shut, face flush, cheeks red
a breath deep you inhale
rough waters splash composure fails
out comes a breath well formed
it’s loud no quiet storm..
the glass of wine it breaks
its clear this storms not faked
its heard a deafening shriek
rambunctious! Not close to weak
there's bangs upon my door
broom handles taps upon my floor
shells break upon the shore
you scream “fuck them!! I want one more”!!
then deeper do I dive
for intensity so damn alive…
we pump like pistons do
to create another one for you
I shift upon my knees
For leverage
to turn you on with keys
then lift you on my lap
so loud ,wet bodies clap
it’s here!! You growl and bite
my shoulders as our strokes do fight
you wrestle to get away
I grab your ass to make you stay
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Making Memories
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CreativeVibes
Fall is here
I feel the nip in the air
I’m amazed at all the changes
Most adults don’t notice or care
Not me, it makes me giggle
My inner child’s out for awhile
As I rake the leaves from the lawn
I jump into the pile
All the many different colors
Crimsons, golds, browns, and reds
I throw them into the air so high
To fall down onto my head
Finally I just lay in the leaves
A big grin upon my face
All the kids will be home soon
We'll throw leaves in each others face
Storms Mystical Dance
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CreativeVibes
I hear the distant thunder
Can feel it rumble underground
See the electric current cut the sky
Booming, crackling sounds
The lightening cracking
Is the clapping of hands
For the performance about to begin
The wind is blowing to beat the band
The thunder is the music
Sending the Rain Dancers to cry
Their tears cleansing all they touch
Quenching all that’s dry
Sometimes their dance is gentle
Other times they dance with warrior feet
When they cry from sadness
Flooding tears run long and deep
You know the performance is complete
Their excellent performance done
Mystically they quietly disappear
Not knowing when again they’ll come
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Please Help Me Out
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in my guest book.....it would be really appreciated!!
I have my poetry,sample story of stories I write, and my art work.....
So please take a second and help your poet out....THANKS!!!!
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Sunday, August 12, 2007
An Otter Day
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CreativeVibes
The sun is beating down
Hot, hot
I slip into the cool rippling dark
Gliding
Slipping
Sliding
Flipping
Rolling
Floating on my back
Enjoying my playful water romp
A shadow big
Is it a cloud
No! It’s a big, tall, muscular shape
It’s my sexy you
What’s an Otter to do
It’s my Bear
I glide into his big strong arms
He joins me in my water play
Who would of thought
An Otter and a Bear
Oooh, what a pair
Thursday, August 9, 2007
A message from Leonard Peltier by Harvey Arden
An Eagle’s Cry
Listen to me!
Listen!
I am the Indian voice.
Hear me crying out of the wind,
Hear me crying out of the silence.
I am the Indian voice.
Listen to me!
I speak for our ancestors.
They cry out to you from the unstill grave.
I speak for the children yet unborn.
They cry out to you from the unspoken silence.
I am the Indian voice.
Listen to me!
I am a chorus of millions.
Hear us!
Our eagle’s cry will not be stilled!
We are your own conscience calling to you.
We are you yourself
crying unheard within you.
Let my unheard voice be heard.
Let me speak in my heart and the words be heard
whispering on the wind to millions,
to all who care,
to all with ears to hear
and hearts to beat as one
with mine.
Put your ear to the earth,
and hear my heart beating there.
Put your ear to the wind
and hear me speaking there.
We are the voice of the earth,
of the future,
of the Mystery.
Hear us!
--from Leonard Peltier's PRISON WRITINGS: MY LIFE IS MY SUN DANCE
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Two Out Of Three Ain't Bad
(c) 2007 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
CreativeVibes
Only one man I have given my love to,
He still has it, I never took it back
Listen carfully to my words
I want you, I need you
I'm not ever gonna love you
I will always tell it true
Don't expect more
I don't have it to give
I want you, I need you
I'm not ever gonna love you
When he left, he took my love
Didn't give it back, with him it stays
I want you, I need you
I'm not ever gonna love you
Don't be sad, please no tears
Can't give what I just haven't got
I want you, I need you
Baby, I won't ever love you
Truly sorry, if it's not enough
It's all I have, take it or leave it
I want you, I need you
I'm not ever gonna love you
That's all I have; listen....
Two out of Three ain't bad
Monday, July 23, 2007
Get Ready For Hell !
© 2007 All Rights Reserved
CreativeVibes
Born I was into a mesh of lies, secrets, untold stories, a bastard at that time,
and place.
It started with me at birth, his taking such pride in giving me my bath, a baby
handed to this molester, he must of had such a laugh.
Oh, he never hit her, like her first husband did, coming home drunk, and blowing
his lid.
No, this husband, my father, beat her down daily with words, his weapon of choice,
my mother would seldom raise her voice.
My brothers lived in fear on a daily basis, never knowing, when, why, what or where
his hands, boots, raiser strap would hit their bodies or faces.
Oh! This father of mine he ran a tight ship, isolation, guns on the wall, his belt as a whip.
He possessed, he owned, he governed, a quick grab, a quick feel, and oh how he hovered, no locks on the doors, no privacy for whomever. Never!
He manipulated, fooled others, great manipulator he was, he was truly deviant in his ideas of love.
We didn’t live in house full of love, my three brothers, two sisters and I,
my imagination I learned to use, to be free so I could fly, I used it often I can't deny.
Windows were for watching to see, his car was coming over the hill, to warn the others, like a ring of a bell, “cool it everybody, get ready for HELL!”
{If you think a child is in harms way, don't close your eyes and walk away. Have
the courage to report! They can't save themselves, they need someone to stop
the madness....let it be you.....}
Many suffer from PTSD, multiple personalities, alcoholisium,cutting themselves, many disorders from abuse....
The power of ONE is mighty....be the one to report, to save a child.....
Sunday, July 8, 2007
In That Moment
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CreativeVibes
Out jogging this morning I saw a beautiful butterfly, it brought a smile to my face.
I stopped, held out my hand; to my hand it did fly.
In that moment we did connect.
Out hiking in the woods, along a well worn path, I spotted a fawn, just up a head.
I stopped, I held my hand; slowly it came and gave my hand a lick.
In that moment we did connect.
Believe it or not, walking by the creek where the berry bushes grow lush,
I came upon a baby black bear, feeding on a berry bush.
I stopped, held out my hand; slowly it came to me taking a sniff.
In that moment we did connect
To all you encounter on your life path, reach out with respect, and trust, not fear.
For in that moment you will connect.
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
Native Indian Poetry
Dove’s Cry
© 2007
CreativeVibes
Like a bird I fly to you each night
I fly away with each morning light
Wrapping you into me during my stay
Surrounded in passion as in your bed we lay
Oh, how you prune my feathers, fill me full
Amuse me as you dance and prance, it’s never dull
Old man, the youngest of heart, of soul, yet, much sadness
So easy for your bird to love, to fall into your madness
You take your bird to heights never known, never shown
Over high peaks we fly loves sighs, in your love I’ve grown
Loving you, only in the stolen hours of our nights,
Is to confining, restrictive, love can’t sing as in the days light
Perimeters I fly in are to confining, like bars on a cage, no room
Without the space, a broken wing I’ll get, this I see will be my doom
I’m leaving you, flying away forever, leaving you to your past,
Before I won’t be able to sing, love, or break my wing, this is the last
If an other time or place, “you are so very right,” I’d not need to take flight
Your bird would forever stay with you through out every day and night
A bird must fly free, for a caged birds love can’t sore, fly high, can’t sing
( Sometimes Gifts are given we do not want or expect, yet; we need. Be thankful
for the courage it took to give....Alexa)
Monday, July 2, 2007
Erotic Poetry
Passions Beast
© 2007 CreativeVibes
Passions beast is what I need, not to tame, to totally enjoy
To take this lust in me I need a man, not a boy
With passions abandon, handle my lust with strong legs, back
Kissing me, caressing this body in every place, crack
Easy to hard long quick strokes, make me beg for more
Make pleasure and pain one, let me be in the moment your hoar
Force my body to submit to his every want and greedy need
Take me into oblivion, no hesitation, fear, just your lusty greed
Demand that I give all to fulfill our lust; in you I place my trust
Only Passions Beast, will satisfy my lust
Erotic Poetry
Lover’s Waltz
© 2007
CreativeVibes
Hurry my love, lay back, fall asleep,
Come; take my hand, to dreamland.
To seek out our playful paradise,
Visualize the dream, hurry take the leap!
Lips, tongues probing dance of heat,
Your large hands, your experienced jewel,
Bodies melding together, wild dancing in passions fuel
Reaching desires peaks, in real life we’ll add new beats!
Still kissing, stroking, stars shimmering above,
Holding to each other, as desires lusty dance subsides
Whispering endearments, on fluffy clouds we ride
Poetry
Blue Eyes
© 2007
CreativeVibes
You mesmerize me, as we lay, you spooning me to you tight
Telling me memories of the life you’ve lived, times long ago
For hours, after we have made love, reminiscing into the night
It’s all there in your blue eyes, the longing; heart felt regrets, past of dark
Only when you talk of the singing group you and your friends formed
Do your blue eyes shine; smiles light them up, lifting your heavy heart
Your happiest time, to me it’s quite clear, this part of your life you miss most
The performances, the songs from those times, friends you still hold so dear
All the fan fare, the popularity and all that entails, your blue eyes filled with ghosts
Then your blue eyes fill with memories you wish deep in your heart to change,
Gambling, wrong women, ill-gotten gains, people you ran with of top criminal fame.
Speaking with trembling fear, of Penitentiary time spent, surviving hells gangs!
Blue eyes so filled with love for your daughters, how proud you are of them
How you worked hard to turn your life around for them to be proud of you
The man you are now, sensitive, caring, remorseful, giving back to all you can
Blue Eyes, I want to ask, “Could all this you’re telling me be true of you?”
Your blue eyes hold it all; even all the fears being involved with me bring.
Let the past go Blue Eyes, or I won’t be able to stay with you, you know it’s true.
My Blue eyes, the past is gone, you can’t change it, you learned, it’s a new time.
Let’s sing together the great old songs, dance with me naked on the lawn,
Make passionate love all over the place, live the present and future with me
Blue Eyes, it’s your choice, make the choice to live like today is all you have…
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Night's Dark Caress
© 2007
CreativeVibes
As I lay here waiting in the open, lying in earth mothers arms
I see it, feel it, smell it coming to engulf me in its dark mystery
I spread my arms, my legs to feel it completely through out me
Darkness, electric with sparks upon the deep black
I am not afraid of the deep dark, not me, not here, or anywhere
I am at peace here, tranquil in the warm, whispering, teasing breeze
Alert to all that can be fully sensed, felt, heard fully
Comforted, safe, yet feeling fully alive right to my soul
As in the arms of a long time lover, gently, passionately loving
And like a great lover that fully satisfies, I try to hold darkness
Fully knowing it must leave for my lover, Light
Dark’s mystery will return to me always, to caress, to hold, always
Affirmations Of A Poet
I will take my work as a poet seriously, though I
don't expect to make much money through this endeavor.
• I will seek inspiration through engagement in
moment-to-moment experiencing, and reality.
• I will strive for clarity, combined with depth of
expression.
• I will convey emotion in my work, understanding that
poetry is not merely an intellectual exercise.
· I will adhere to my personal poetic vision and form
of expression, not seeking to mimic anyone.
• I will study the work of poets from a variety of
cultures.
• I will read widely…including science in my reading
list.
• I will share my work with others, including family
and friends, as well as through both performance or
publication.
• I will remain in touch with nature.
• As a creative person, I will not refrain from
communicating a unique perspective to others, even in the
face of opposition. Creativity demands courage, at times.
• I will write every day. For me, dawn is the best
time.
• I will be open to revision and feedback from others.
• I will immerse my soul in music, and expose myself
to great cinema.
• I will invite mystery into my life and work.
• I will commit myself to the expression of poetic
truth.
• I will concern myself with issues related to freedom
and justice.
• I will be a friend to other poets, and support the
development of their art and craft.
don't expect to make much money through this endeavor.
• I will seek inspiration through engagement in
moment-to-moment experiencing, and reality.
• I will strive for clarity, combined with depth of
expression.
• I will convey emotion in my work, understanding that
poetry is not merely an intellectual exercise.
· I will adhere to my personal poetic vision and form
of expression, not seeking to mimic anyone.
• I will study the work of poets from a variety of
cultures.
• I will read widely…including science in my reading
list.
• I will share my work with others, including family
and friends, as well as through both performance or
publication.
• I will remain in touch with nature.
• As a creative person, I will not refrain from
communicating a unique perspective to others, even in the
face of opposition. Creativity demands courage, at times.
• I will write every day. For me, dawn is the best
time.
• I will be open to revision and feedback from others.
• I will immerse my soul in music, and expose myself
to great cinema.
• I will invite mystery into my life and work.
• I will commit myself to the expression of poetic
truth.
• I will concern myself with issues related to freedom
and justice.
• I will be a friend to other poets, and support the
development of their art and craft.
Monday, June 11, 2007
My Sanctuary, My Promise
© CreativeVibes
When I feel the need to replenish my soul,
I go to my special place to renew
I go there to lay down upon the grass
I go there to admire the wondrous view
It is here I come to listen to the whispering pines,
to watch the flowing of the gentle brook,
a hawk swooping and circling in the sky,
the fish jumping, snakes playing tag while I look
It is here my friends the deer, bear, red fox, red squirrel come,
even the white coated skunk comes up to sniff at my shoe,
as I watch the chipmunks scavenge for food
It is here I come to get away from the chaos
sorrows of my other world,
the one that tries so hard with every breath
to box you in, confine you, own you,
bring you to your knees
It is here, in my retreat I can let my heart, my soul fly free
drowning in all the Creator has given, for you, and for me
It is here I renew my vows to all that surrounds me,
to fight, to protect, a Warrior I have become,
I work to make sure my vow is kept
For each day a little more forest is gone,
water tainted, one more animal becomes extinct,
the sky is full of noxious toxic stench,
haze to block out the stars, the moon, the sun,
houses encroaching on our animal families space,
makes me feel being human is a disgrace
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
(Poem) Our Spirits Together Forever
© 2007 CreativeVibes
Our spirits are forever blended
Together or apart
Feel me gently calling
Feel me within your heart
In the time we’ve been together
Our passions flame, has never dimmed
Has never been tamed
Still we fulfill our desires at times
Under a soft falling down rain
In loves passionate fulfillment
On eagles wings we soar high
Floating on passions currents
As eagles do, we release passions crys
Our spirits forever blended
Together or apart
Feel me gently calling
Feel me within your heart
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Poem....Springs Magical Renewal
snow caps on mountains
waking flowers blooming
tender soft grass to walk
naked toes do dance
puddles here and there
rain filling footprints left
night winds blowing in the dark
footprints have faded as sun rises
daytime soft breezes
flowers perfume fills the nose
singing and twirling a magic dance
spring puts me in a trance
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
(Poem) Fleeting Moments Of Us
Fleeting moments of us they come and go,
as thoughts of you conjure in my head,
I surly know forgetting you just seems a task in vain,
standing at the window looking out the streaming down rain.
Remembering the strength of your loving strong embrace,
and how lying in bed talking, with your fingers my face you’d trace.
Your lips so tender, so gentle, your penetrating tongue to
raise my passion, how you caressed my body, my hair as was your fashion.
The feel of your hands caressing my breast, the curve of my hip,
right from the beginning knowing where, and just when,
right from the start you played me like a fine rare violin.
The feel of your breath as your probing my ear,
tasting, licking, over there, over here.
Oh, the pleasure you brought to me, memories I’ll
always hold so near, so dear.
Loving you at someone else's expense is not something
I could or would live with, I told you that from the start. How
selfish of you, to blame me for your broken heart!
So, here I am on another rainy day, thinking of you, reliving the pain,
standing in my window and gazing out at the dammed, dammed,
pouring down rain.
continuation of Part 4 Escape
I grab her hand, and pull her up. Come on Sunshine, we have some dancing to do, as I caress her lips with mine, she looks at me, passionate desirer in her deep dark eyes. Michael, you’re so romantic, she says with a cute little giggle, I swear you read my mind, do you, Michael? I can hear the teasing flirt in her voice, as I take her hand, slightly trembling, and walk back toward the resort. As we walk silently, I know we both are thinking of the desire running through us. I’m not wanting to rush, I want to keep the passion building for both of us.
As we walk closer the music stops for a moment letting the sounds of the waves take over. Then the music starts again, this time a slow swaying song for lovers echoes over the landscape. I stop, turning her toward me. "Shall I have this dance" I ask with a grin, as I place the bags in my arms on the sand. "Why yes sir" she responds with a giggle.
Taking each others hands, holding each other at a distance in a proper slow dance manner, smiling at each other, we begin to dance, slowly moving in the sand as we lock on each others eyes. Coming together we embrace while we dance, our hold going from proper to passionate, our arms firmly around each other, her head nestled in his neck as his hand slips up her back to hold her head, feel her hair in his hand, as we slowly dance. Slowly we make love to the island music as the sand tickles our bare feet.
The music ends, but the dance does not. The voices of the crowd in the background ignored by both as they hear only each other, she pulls back for a moment to look up at him, and he greets her glance with a smile. Instantly, both are overcome with each other, standing locked in a passionate slow kiss, her hand running up to his head, in his hair, as they kiss. Their lips, tongues in a slow and passionate dance, their feet stable in the sand, he feels her body through her clothes, his desire for her growing. Her soft hair in his fingers, her touch on his skin fueling the fire within, their kisses playful, passionate, deep and wanting, as each feel the desire build within, she feels the warmth building within as her desire to go further is near explosion.
They stop for a moment and pull back slightly to look at each other once again, their minds racing with visions of what is to come, their hands exploring each other freely as they enjoy each others presence, their breaths deep, their passion beating out of control, their skin damp with desire. "This night is so perfect Sunshine,” he whispers. "And you are so beautiful," as his hand runs from her hair to her cheek. His fingers tracing over her supple lips, damp with their kisses, down her neck, his hand moves softly caressing her shoulder, her arm.
He looks her up and down seeing her nipples hard beneath her top, he lets his hand slide to her breast, brushing her nipple with his thumb, sending electric currents through her body, making her knees tremble. Her breath skips with a deep inhale and she pulls him closer for another deep kiss, this time her hands exploring his body more, holding his head with one hand as the other explores his lower back and butt, feeling him hard against her. Her desire flares with the feel of him, her stomach tightens as she mentally allows him inside, as they kiss and explore more. Each, now freely exploring the other through their clothes in the warm night air, their kisses only interrupted by embraces as they both loose control, trying to bring their bodies closer, each of them loosing their breath as their skin begins to drip with passion and desire.
Her fingers deep in his skin as a jolt of pleasure runs through her body, starting between her legs, pulsing up through her palvis, her desire hot and wet under her clothes. She feels herself out of control with his touch, she pulls him close, pushing her head into his neck, her lips kissing him as she holds tight. His hands running down her back and over her butt fueling their desires even more. "Lets go," she whispers breathlessly, as she pulls him toward the bungalow and inside, the door shutting the world out till tomorrow.....
The End
(c) 2007 CreativeVibes
Part 4 Escape
Time passes as we lay in the sand. Each taking time tolook and ponder the wonder before us. Sharing somemoments and thoughts. Coming together in heart andmind as the stars blanket our night. The Continuation Escape The moon glows softly on the sand and in her eyes.Looking at him, she sees him looking back and for amoment they are pulled towards each other in a momentof overwhelming need to be together. She leans over inthe sand and kisses him tenderly and he smiles up ather with a brightness to his face. She returns thesmile in a moment of pause. Inches apart they look ateach other both relishing the moment and taking ineach others presence. "You..." he starts but has to catch his thoughts fromkiss before. His thoughts running wild in his mind. Ina moment he ponders the situation. The kiss. Themoment and the day they have shared. The next movefresh in his mind. Knowing what may come next makeshim nervous but yet excited. He wants her. Tonight istheir first night together. He knows that after theyleave they will retire to their room in the ocean sidebungalow they have rented. A place where they willshare a bed for the first time and he will be able tofeel her with him. Feel her in his arms as shesnuggles in close to kiss him one last time beforeclosing her eyes with her sleeping breath on hischest. With these thoughts running through his mind, he alsothinks of what they have. Their friendship, and thespecial connection that they have built. How herthoughts capture his desires and her friendship hascaptured his heart. He wants it to be perfect as it isnow and not loose it. Yet, he wants more and lookinginto eyes as he remembers his last words and the kissbefore, he sees she wants more too.<PRESTYLE="LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt?> "You are the best Sunshine" he continues his thought."Are you enjoying our time together" he says in aneffort to redirect his thoughts. "Of course silly" shesays and smiles. "This has been the most special day,and most wonderful night" she continues as she movescloser laying her hand on his chest and playing withhis shirt. "I love the night like this" he says. "The warm air.The smell of the ocean, and the stars above us. Thisis a perfect night" he says with a smile looking ather with her face filling his vision. "Did you everthink we would be here" he asks. "Michael... I neverthought we would be here" she says. She lays down nextto him placing her head on his shoulder. His arm wrapsaround her pulling her close. "Now what do we do" sheasks in a whisper. To be continued |
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