What strange madness
That makes me contemplate the end
Making me seek a path to oblivion
Release
The transformation
Passing from one state to the next
From a world of loneliness
To a place of bliss
From cries of ecstasy in the deep of night
To the soft stillness in the dead of dawn
I yearn for it
My soul cries out for it
I must have it
I must pass away in your embrace
I must give up the ghost of frustration
Yield my spirit in orgasmic union
It can not be soon enough
I count the days until our coming together
Trembling in anticipation
I close my eyes
And I see you approach
I touch myself
And feel your fingers across space
I stiffen
And your moisture feels so close
I inhale
That makes me contemplate the end
Making me seek a path to oblivion
Release
The transformation
Passing from one state to the next
From a world of loneliness
To a place of bliss
From cries of ecstasy in the deep of night
To the soft stillness in the dead of dawn
I yearn for it
My soul cries out for it
I must have it
I must pass away in your embrace
I must give up the ghost of frustration
Yield my spirit in orgasmic union
It can not be soon enough
I count the days until our coming together
Trembling in anticipation
I close my eyes
And I see you approach
I touch myself
And feel your fingers across space
I stiffen
And your moisture feels so close
I inhale
And the aroma of your pussy teases me
I open my mouth
And I almost taste you
I open my mouth
And I almost taste you
That is how I count the nights
Cruel anticipation of release
As the sands of the hourglass flow
Time and desire lead me to you
Where each night we will find
Death in each others arms
Only to be reborn with each new day
Like many of my poems, this one comes with a photo, but at the last minute I decided to post it without illustration. While I love the photo, I guess it's not as essential as some of my other poems so I'll avoid the risk of making anyone... uncomfortable ;-)
Peace and Love,
Alizé
Poem and Photo: Copyright © 2008 Xavier Pierre Jr. All rights reserved.
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11 comments:
WHAT?!?
NO PIC?!
I'm just kidding. I'm sure if the photo was included, it still would've been phenomenal.
This was...teasing. I think i wanna write something like this. Ironically, it's almost completely opposite to my usual style...thanks for that!
This brings to mind the French: "Le Petite Mort".
First visit.... well done!
OKAY!! Thats DEEP... I am curious abt the pic tho?? :)
post the pic
lol
good stuff
hmmmm, my imagination is probably making me more uh, "uncomfortable" than any of your photos - hot az they are;-)...your words already set my imagination afire - so go on - show the photo, Ali'sZay. lol!
@Everyone: Dayum! OK, how about we do this: anyone wanting to see the photo can go to LoversA.blogspot.com. It’s at the end of my gratitude list.
@BD: You hit it spot on! This poem is all about craving that orgasmic bliss that only my true love can provide me with. Can you tell that I’m in a long distance relationship?
Peace and Love,
Alizé (LoversA.blogspot.com)
beautiful.
@Kai: Thanks my dear :-)
Peace and Love,
Alizé (LoversA.blogspot.com)
I thought this was Sojourner till I saw the word "pussy" and then I knew all at once it was you. You are definitely in touch with your sexual side.
Good job
@Rich: Being compared to Sojourner is an immense honor! That cat has the skills of a lyrical samurai. I can’t say enough how much I admire him and his writing. Thank you so much for the encouragement. I look forward to speaking to you soon.
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