Desire falls to whim
In a heart’s beat symphony
I am all with you.
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Here I am
Sittin’ again
Lookin’ back on where I’ve
Been.
Wasted Mmmm
I’m Wasted
Without you
Without you
Soft pink lips
Dark smoke eyes
Callin’ my name
‘Cross turquoise skies
Southwest winds
Shoutin’ come on friend
I don’t know where you’ve
Been
Wasted Mmmm
I’m Wasted
Without you
Without you
Takin’ a trip
Through a desperate mind
Seems so close
But like ten thousand miles
Tastin’ your heaven
Your velvet peach skin
Never had it once
Can’t wait for it again
Wasted Mmmm
I’m Wasted
Without you
Without you
A poem I found that I apparently wrote last week. Was on my computer with a date of last Tuesday. You guys know me, I forget things, but thought I would share it. Not sure about it though.
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I say I believe you
You believe me too
I am a liar
A
Petrifier
You’ve done left me
I can’t leave you
Hangin’ on doorsteps
Dreamin’ of when we met
I can’t
Forget
You need too
Why oh why, why oh why
Why oh why, do I need you
Why oh why, why oh why
Why oh why, baby, I bleed you
Why oh why, why oh why
Why oh why, do I need you
Why oh why, why oh why
Why oh why, baby, I bleed you
Fakin’ on Sundays
Prayin’ for me days
I can’t say
It’s
Okay
Sweatin’ like July
Wonderin’ Lord oh why
Does this pain
Keep, thrillin’ me
I want it
It to be
You’re forgettin’ me
Why oh why, why oh why
Why oh why, do I need you
Why oh why, why oh why
Why oh why, baby, I bleed you
Why oh why, why oh why
Why oh why, do I need you
Why oh why, why oh why
Why oh why, baby, I bleed you
I found this scheduled for today. I don’t remember writing it but I looked and found it on my computer from about a week ago and must have put it here and scheduled it. Not my usual though. Amnesia and short term memory problems can really be a bear sometimes and freak you out.
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To my . . .
I never noticed before how exquisite it was, at least that is until I tried it with you. The way my tongue became more and more coated with every sliding over and around. Something so unique and one of a kind, truly like no other, so worth the waiting. Even as I closed my eyes the enjoyment spread through me. There was warmth only y
ou could give me. I had little idea what had been in store for me as I stripped away your barriers. As I moved in, your scent brought those first reactions I could not control.
I thought my mouth would give out and lose strength but no, it would not betray me that way. With each moment the enjoyment built upon the last. Pleasure intensified. Again. Another. More. My lips covered, my tongue aching, but I cannot, do not want to stop. As long as you last, so will I.
With the greatest want,
Ronovan
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My Guest Lyric Poem on Hugh’s Views & News. Pure Love. Hang on to something. Think upbeat.
From the comments this is one of my best so far. Go check it out and see if Hugh’s Readers are right. Give me your feedback. Should I get someone to do some music for it?
Words picked at random end up evoking thoughts and imaginings that you never considered. Potential humor, societal commentary but love and desire? Those words never came to mind when I chose the prompts for the week. But then this is me. This is my mind and my imaginings and regardless of what may be the spark, the fire always seems to rage in the same direction, across the same landscape of the mind.
This was written for a special reason as I was thinking of something and the words wrote themselves. Though they did not end up in the home where they were written I wanted to share them as I thought they needed to be shared. I do hope you enjoy.
Much Respect
Ronovan
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Freedom for me is
My lips and your every curve,
Bring the greatest joy.
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I feel my lips
Upon
Your
Skin
Though you tell me
It’s
A
Sin
My heart keeps me
Going
There
My hands impassioned
In
Your
Hair
I can’t
Fight this
I don’t want to
You’re my
Heart beat
That brings me through
I feel your sighs
Within
My
Ear
Causing tremblings
That
You
Fear
Desires keep finding
Their
Way
Through
All my thoughts
Consumed
By
You
Don’t fight
Give in
We’re meant to be
Don’t my
Last breaths
Tell you what you are to me
I feel my lips
Upon
Your
Skin
My dreams
Keep drawing
Me
In
How can
You live
Without me
As I
Lie here
Dying more every day
Without you
Your lips upon my skin . . .
Ronovan
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(A lyric poem-I know there have been a few lately, but I have these songs going through my head. If I could only write music or play an instrument.)
Ahh Tell you I see you now, clearly in . . . my . . . eyes, for the very . . . first . . . time.
Can’t seem to find . . . my . . . rest cause now I’ve come . . . to know the best, oh oh.
Oh, what have you done to me.
Thrillin’ to my knees, with your hummin’ melodies.
Oh!
What you’ve done to me.
I can’t stop it.
I can’t drop it.
I just gotta know once again and again.
Tell me it’s okay, it’s not sin.
All my thoughts are crazy. Don’t know where to begin.
Look what you’ve done . . . to . . . me, oh oh.
I once was man who could stand,
But now you’ve got me,
Got me on my knees, beggin’, beggin’, beggin’ please.
Done to me.
Done to me.
Got me on my knees beggin’, beggin’, beggin’ please.
Oh no! I don’t want it to end no no, oh no.
Never gonna stop, never gonna drop.
Gonna keep goin’ until this freakin’ world bangs bang to an end
Blows up, and carries us away.
Look what you’ve done . . . to . . . me, oh oh.
I once was man who could stand,
But now you’ve got me,
Got me on my knees, beggin’, beggin’, beggin’ please.
Done to me.
Done to me.
Got me on my knees beggin’, beggin’, beggin’ please.
Please
Please
Don’t get me wrong, no no . . . oh no.
There is no wasted time, I’m glad to be a man, even when I can’t stand.
I love it when you got me beggin’, beggin’, beggin’ please. Yeah!
I so want to lose control and let the lovin’ flow, oh oh.
Look what you’ve done . . . to . . . me, oh oh.
I once was man who could stand,
But now you’ve got me,
Got me on my knees, beggin’, beggin’, beggin’ please.
Done to me.
Done to me.
Got me on my knees beggin’, beggin’, beggin’ please.
Please
Please
Oh
Please
Oh
Please
.
.
.
Beggin’
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The night is a brilliant body shimmering to attract the eye to its delights.
It pales compared to your skin, lit and covered only by window revealed moonlight.
Thoughts of gently touching you, and tracing your curves, every last one control my mind.
Would you be surprised as my lips flowed across your body to memorize every last detail I find?
Amber radiates with a warmth to the heart and holds the universes mysteries inside.
But it is like midnight beside your eyes as they hold mine enslaving me to a joy denied.
I see you looking into the distance as the light catches ever facet of every jewel and my breath stops.
Would you hide them if you knew my life revolves around their expression and if hurt my heart drops?
The ocean brings waves of release at night as the moon glimmers over a never ending flowing life giving peace.
Your strands of silken splendor cause amnesia of all other flowing expanses as I long to feel them against my cheek.
Sensations of gentleness flowing down my skin shiver me to my very bone.
Would you blush at what thoughts you bring to this man who is yours alone?
Heavenly bodies span the skies to guide the world in its travels through time in a divine arrangement.
They are as easy as a child compared to your words flowing from a mind filling me with amazement.
Challenges to thought, perception, and the meanings of life and love are what you bring to me.
Would you be frightened to travel inside my mind for a brief moment to see what you have made me be?
Ronovan
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A poem of the Embracing a Wounded Soul site. As I completed it I noticed the shape and was pleased with how it turned out as I simplified my sentences.
I love.
Two little words of forever
Wrapped within walls so clever
Longing to be opened by your yes to sever
I love.
More than feelings of a foolish mind
Thoughts shared of a similar kind
Ignoring obstacles to enjoy the togetherness you find
I love.
Painful moments of distance felt
A smile of an image that pain it does melt
Mattering not in what realm that image does dwelt
I love.
More than feelings of skin on skin
Thoughts shared intertwining in more than sin
Ignoring obstacles just to hold the presence of you within
I love.
You have not found it yet
I say to you, you’ve met it I bet
Merely consider what it is you are willing to let
Four last words.
I love.
No regrets.
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I don’t want to say your name
I don’t want to play your game
I feel a fool
Do you
Trouble before we start
Never can we part
But we do
We do
Never was I so into a woman like you
Never
Never was I so in love like with you
Oh Never
Never was I meant to be but with you
Only you
Never will I be for anyone but . . . you
oh oh oh oh
Features blur in sight
I’m losing my might
So into you
Oh you
Let’s play the game
I’m slowly insane
So are you
We two
Never was I so into a woman like you
oh noo
Never was I so in love like with you
oh you
Never was I meant to be but with you
no no no nooo
Never will I be for anyone but . . . you
oh my lover
Keeper of the heart, keeps us apart . . . but I’m . . . in you . . .we two. oh my loverrrrr
Inspiration
Wicked Game by Chris Isaak was covered by Phillip Phillips a fellow Southern boy. I had the words flowing through my had being in a certain somewhat melancholy mood. Then I heard Phillips’ version. The tune and rhythm was it. If you you like you can click the link to get an idea of the sound. http://youtu.be/grqrlGwoOU0
Much Respect, Much Love, & Much Heartache
Ronovan
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Velvet kisses down your spine
Halting breaths encourage me more
Your body quivers
As I glide to further explore
My hand in your hair
As my teeth take hold
Your hips begin to move
As I become more bold
Skin so soft to my touch
As my fingertips feel along delicately
My own voice sounds
And I become engulfed in waves of your sexuality
Your hips do move
My body does glide
With one swift move
I have arrived . . .
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The days are long for me
The nights twice that
I attempt to never count
But without you it’s all that I have
No, please do not doubt
My love grows with each breath
I know I have your love
Not touching is what brings death
My mind is filled with confusion
Thoughts swirling without care
I grab for them, desperate
Relief in my thoughts I am aware
Give just one moment, please
Just a touch of heated skin
In these you filled moments
For you I will always give in
There is no worry about me
This world cannot take me away
I will hold out until at least one moment
When we kiss that can be that day
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An excerpt from a novel I am currently revising. The words are those of the leading man writing to the woman he loves during a low point. I am finally embracing writing Romance and Love that I have been avoiding writing in novel form for so long. The book was written last year, but has been marinating since then. Now I am ready to make a go of it. Wish me well on this journey.
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I am a simple man. What I desire is obvious to anyone that wishes to discover.
What do I desire? I desire to be stimulated, mind over matter. Turn my mind on and you have me forever. Only turn my body on and have me for a few hours. I want to belong forever to . . .
What do I desire? I desire physical pleasure; a touch from love, a hand in mine that sends electricity through my body, a caress of my cheek that makes my body melt, a tender kiss that makes my body alive. I live because of . . .
What do I desire? I desire friendship far more than relationship. A friend understands, cares, is there, is honest, fights for you and with you if you are deserving of either. A friendship wants to be and does not have to be. I want to be wanted by . . .
What do I desire? I desire a tortured heart. A heart that has been destroyed and resurrected knows what love is. Some say you do not need to have been destroyed to know love. Perhaps, however for me I know what love is because I am destroyed every day. Every day that ends away from . . .
What do I desire? I desire that one person that I can never stop thinking about. At 2 AM my eyes open and a thought comes to mind and sleep is finished. Thoughts of the day ahead and the conversations I wish for play out in my mind. What will be today? I cannot stop thinking about . . .
What do I desire? ‘What more could there be’ you might ask. Someone that consumes my mind, body, friendship, soul and thoughts is what I have shared, what is it I desire? What does all of this mean? You must know me well enough by now. You must know.
What one desire has not been revealed? The one I desire is . . .
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Takes Over
Soft fingertips play,
Gently along the spine,
Desire takes over.
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Man of few Words
A man named Ego
Stood before the Queen
His arrogance of self
Bordered on the obscene
“You wish to be spared,
But what use are you to me?
What can be had from you
That all these others cannot be”
“I am a great man,
A man for all seasons
Name any one
I will give you the reasons”
“It is now Spring
What will you do now?”
“I will plant your fields richly
Without even using a plow.”
“What then of Summer
When the Spring will turn?”
“I will use my broad shoulders
To protect your tender skin from the sun’s burn.”
“And of the Fall?
When the sun is no more to do?”
“I will pick the rose petals
To accent the glow of your hue.”
“Then Winter will come
With no planting, sun nor rose,
That is when I will show you
This man Ego can melt . . . whatever is froze”
She saw the look in Ego’s eye and looked around.
Surrounded by the court each her subject,
Except for one who was visiting among them,
A man whose gaze upon her was never in neglect
He was a visiting Prince,
Who had come from a distance.
She looked at him,
His appreciative smile was of consistence.
“Prince I ask you,
What do you say to this,
These words of advice,
From this man Ego came hence?”
The Prince stood up,
And approached the queen.
“A lot of words spoken,
But very little to be seen.”
“You speak with a confidence,
Quite deep from the thoughts in your head.
What would you propose
If not his words instead?”
The Prince did not hesitate.
He embraced the Queen.
His lips pressed hers.
Their bodies with nothing between.
He leaned back and looked into her eyes
“Will that do my Queen . . . instead?”
She pointed to Ego without a glance
Then said, “Off with that blathering fools head.”
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Hearts pound heavily
In the night touching and spent
Craving another
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