TRYST

You excite me... you entice me....you mold me, when you hold me

When I'm with you nothing matters...When I'm without you, everything does.

Your mind is exceptional...your expertise incomparable,

We have no use for words... our communication is ohhhh, so... so, undefinable.

You show me colors in a bland world, you give me warmth when it's extremely cold,

I see you, I feel you, existing only in my universe... but I taste you.

Sensations heightened, passion flaring...

My body burns, stimuli ignites, panting, grasping... I'm losing my baring.

If your walls could talk, they'd let out all our secrets,

But when my walls respond, it's seductive, only you can interpret.

Fingers intertwined, limbs locked, sweating, you're getting the best of me,

Breathless, flushing, licking, sucking... let us continue, our tryst with destiny.

TIME OFF!!!

So here I am once again, being literal,
Expressing myself, having fun... why be so critical.
My notes and statuses have nothing to do with you,
You not important enough, did not make an impact... educated contributions, few.

Instead of going through my page at every chance you get,
Get off your arse, do something productive, instead of looking for things to fret.
Open-minded as you say you are about most things,
Your opinions are warped, twisted at best, like your word is law...you the king.

Patience God did not bless me with much, unfortunately,
Getting tired of your nag, lies, inconsistencies, to often, to many.
So take some time, sort out yourself, figure-out what you want,
Then if I'm still available, I'll reconsider it... but remember, the deadline is a month.

THE PERFECT MAN

• All I ask is for the perfect man to come my way,
• One who's serious minded... and have no time to play.
• He must be well spoken, manerism proper,
• Dress neatly, adores me... and no other.
• At night, he must be available to give me massages... with scented oils,
• Body to body, chocolate-covered strawberries, wine, silk sheets, never to soil.
• Fingers well manicured, toes pedicured, face neatly trimmed,
• Body rigid, muscled, toned ... mmmmmm..... solid, but still somewhat slimmed.
• He must have proper bathroom etiquette ... please turn down the seat,
• After showering - on the bathroom tiles, for goodness sakes.. no print of feet.
• Breakfast in bed, lunch on the table, Dinner and a movie a regular occurance,
• The perfect host, the admired guest, confident, he needs no assurance...
• BUT WAIT!!!!......
• What am I to do with a man who's always serious minded. .. and has no time for play???!!!
• Then we'd live such boring lives, no sense of humour .... geez ... a recipe for a longer day.
• And well spoken is not such a bad thing, but let me hear a lil swearing once-in-a-while at least, Adoration is also nice, devotion sweet, but a lil competion will be cool... intensify the heat.
• Well manicured and pedicured, toned, rigid, muscled... what perfection,
• But if I really need that, I'd buy a maniquin or get a doll... and pull him out on ocassion.
• As much as I want to him to be firm, clean shaven, model material at best,
• I don't want to get bruised, or feel like a wall - instead of chest - pressed against my breast.
• SOOOOOOO!!!!......
• I'll take you as you are, loud, crass, bowl-faced an all,
• And ask the Lord for patience to deal with your attitudes/attributes, be it big or small.
• But remember to a woman's heart nothing works better than romancing,
• I still want to experience lines 5 & 6, added to that, some jewelry and midnight dancing.
• :-D

THE GAMES WE PLAY

I want to be with you but......
I need to think about it so.....
You want to stop it...CUT...
You need to be real....NO...
Words and warning sign,
Yet we persist on being blind.

When locked in togetherness, the world is perfect,
We fool ourselves and say 'this is real, this is a gift'.
STOP, STEP BACK, look through anothers' eyes,
What was so evasive, just got cleared up, as our own heart cries.
The lies, the truth, the inuendos, the facts,
Only helps to confuse...logic aside, emotions just act.

Kisses once passionate, the words of undying love our tongues spoke,
Intimacy once fulfilling, when over, we roll over, get up...poof...gone up in smoke.
Tests that were never there before, seem all so prevalent,
But when questions are asked....we make it seem irrelevant.
Always available to chat and make each other smile,
Suddenly we have so many things to do, communication will be cut for a while.

Yet we try to hold on, creating our hero, our king, our queen,
Settling for lesser than what was intended....our soul-mate, our dream.
We then question our choices, doubting our judgement, second guessing what is,
Trying to distinguish fact from fiction, logic from emotion, confusing....is this a quiz???
Chances are taken, heart is then open, we say 'it is what it is'..is it?
Wanting that feeling, that ultimate satisfaction of being hit by love..bit by bit.

Fairy tale lives, they say have no place in the real world,
We get hurt, get up, dust off..and continue persuing our goal.
Why is it so difficult to be honest with ourselves in the game we call love?
Only making it more difficult, frustrating, asking unnecessary questions from the Man above.
Hiding, lying, pretending, procastinating, fooling, controlling....
When we only need to know the truth, what is expected....each other knowing.

We then get our lives entangled in a web, undesirable at best,
We beat at ourselves, angry at failing our own stupid egosistical test.
Angry at the world...mostly at the opposite sex,
When it's we ourselves who put us in this -OUR- uncompromising mess.
Heart hardened, scarstic outlook, looking for a better way,
But we suffer our own consequences, pay the price, for THE GAMES WE PLAY

HAVE YOU NOTICED???!!!

I love you...I don't even know you..
I want you....But I don't need you...
You inspire me, indulge me, motivate me, transform me,
Give back to me what was taken, opened my eyes and allowed me to see.

Your touch is tender, your kisses makes me surrender,
You eyes piercing, yet I still can't help staring.
Your breath like feather...softly, intense, rough...changing rhythm like the weather,
Your arms so strong, smooth....fingers....hmmnnnn....always puts me in the mood.

When we meet, the days seem not to matter,
When we touch, every time it gets better, and better, and better.
I long for the feeling....of not wanting to let go of that feeling,
Of being lost, body, mind, soul...oh I'm still trying to understand it's meaning.

Loneliness is pleasurable with just the thought of you,
Desire is fulfilled with the sound of your voice...you know what to say and do
So comfortable with each other, fantasies explored,
We talk, laugh, are bold, curiosities no longer ignored.

Fulfilling not only sexual desires...but complimenting each other mentally, physically, spiritually,
Knowing each other to detail...intensely, intimately,
Are you a figment of my imagination...are you a mirage...am I? or is it US?
Nah....it's you who have been an oasis of serenity amid chaos

No complications, no expectations....just perfect symbiosis
No crying, sighing, regrets.....just pleasurable moaning when we kiss, hug, hug and kiss.
I was not looking for you, yet in you I found,
A best friend, a lover, a mentor....when no one else was around.

THE GIFT OF LIFE

From the moment two bodies intertwined and united,
We exchanged fluids, chromosomes, DNA...we were so excited.
Passion fulfilled, breath still rapid, extatic, we lay in each others arms,
Holding on tightly, kissing lightly, not realising...but basking in the afterglow...calm.

From day one YOU began your journey..what a race you had to run to be the one,
On the 6th day YOU can safely say 'I MADE IT'....Implantation has begun.
From then to day 22 YOU've been rapidly developing, tree previously planted, fruit now sown,
Heart begins to beat, blood begins to flow, type a bit different, from my own.

At week 3, your organs began to take shape, backbone strenghten, spine straighten,
YOU want your presence felt, YOU give subtle twitches, reminders of what happened.
By week 4 YOU're 10 thousand times bigger than when you first started,
Week 5, eyes, hands, legs development.....open, waiting, slightly parted.

YOU've begun to think on your own now, your brain waves are detectable,
Only week 6 and you've showed me that small as you might be, this feeling is possible.
Now you want to challenge me, show me you're kicking and swimming,
Such a short space of time, week 7...how rapidly this is all happening.

Week 8 - I can now sing to you, talk to you, and know you can hear my every word, my every song,
Every organ is in place, bones begin to replace cartilage, and fingerprints begin to form.
Teeth form, fingernails develop. YOU can turn your head, and frown. YOU can hiccup,
9 - 10 weeks already. I'm so anxious to see you, from the amazing size of my belly I can't look up.

YOU can 'breath' at week 11, a visible skeletal structure, YOU can clench your fists,
YOU aquire nerves, circulatory system...and to top it off, you surprise me with your first piss.
Now I have to be carefull because at week 12 you can feel pain, vocal chords complete,
14 Weeks, and you're pumping blood like crazy, sucking your thumb, grasping...how sweet.

YOU've developed adult taste buds at week 15, YOU weigh about half pound,
YOU benifitting from it also cause at 4 months you're about 8 - 10 inches long.
YOU dream at 17 weeks, eat more at 19 weeks, at week 20 YOU recognize my voice,
Months 5 and 6, you decide to be extremly active, grasping, hicupping, you now got choice.

At 7 through 9 months it's your busiest time, your eye teeth are present, YOU open/close your eyes,
YOU're using four of the five senses (vision, hearing, taste, and touch.) I think your eyes even cries.
YOU know the difference between waking/sleeping, and can relate to my every mood, my every strive
YOU're getting impatient, you want to get out, I want to see you, my precious GIFT OF LIFE.


***TONI***