THE GOBLET

It is so nice to go on a date with the man of my dreams but the best part of the date is going home...

Returning home from a sterile show

My passion for you beginning to grow

Enough formality for one night
Alone at last; no one else in sight

My body awakens to your touch
Off with the dress; confining too much
Stroke me slowly, baby make me hot
Rub my back; loosen the knot

Lie me naked on the floor
You reach for the Goblet filled once more
Dip your fingers into the succulent lotion
Kneading, caressing; intoxicating motion

The liquid warms as it touches my skin
You straddle my waist and we begin
Warm wet fingers tracing a line
Back to the Goblet; more lotion DIVINE!

 

Touching my body, moving lower still

Intensity growing Oh My what a thrill
Massaging my legs; drawing out the tension
Heading towards your goal; perfection

As my legs part; I feel your breath at my back
Arching my body; can hardly hold back
I try to roll over getting closer still
You push me back down, for your touch I could KILL

"NO NO NO; Uh UH Not Yet"
"You're not moving until your soaking wet"
I'm panting for his tongue which now replaced his hands
Down my spine, across one hip; man I love his plans

His rough rugged grasp moves to my waist
Turning me over; now we are face to face
Tilting the Goblet over my breasts
Pouring out more lotion; now there's nothing left

Grinding my body slowly; now teasing him
Breathless he says "You may begin"
The Goblet is empty; I need to be filled
We bathed in the lotion; not a drop was spilled

As he slips inside; I'm ready to peak
It feels so good; unable to speak
I ride him hard; rocking and squeezing so tight
This is what I wanted all fucking night

Fingers entwined, eyes locked as we advance
Our bodies collide in the orgasmic dance


PG   2010

FOCUS

The following notation explains my reasons for writing poetry in the first place.  When I am feeling anxious, angry, aggravated, woeful, sexy, harmonious or plain livid, the words seem to flow...fortunately for me I can put them into a rhythmic motion bringing impassioned thoughts to life. 

When life is out of focus
And you've lost your path or course
Sit back, relax;  lock yourself away
Go inside to the place where you always know what to say

Pick up a pen and gouge at the page
It's here a war on emotion is waged
Here begins a circle of wasted cognizant time
Cluster of words in your head before being displayed in rhyme

Tangled and confused as they grace each awaiting page
Where their meaning becomes you're very own center stage
Therapeutic for me, could help you find where you belong
Your own craft, creation, revelation or song



Simply joyous or wrought with true misery
They're mine alone, cannot be take from me
Go inside and find the words you possess
Be brave, jot it down; with that pen point press

Be not afraid of what you find
Thoughts can be pure, evil, sweet or merely unkind
They must not be significant indeed
It will make you feel better and fill an emotional need.

So go ahead and lock yourself away
Jot down what it is you've been dying to say.


October 2002
PG

Wicked Wench: CONTROL

Wicked Wench: CONTROL:  This poem is about the misconception some people have about S&M relationships.  On the surface the submissive is, of course, not the aggressor and does what she or he is told.  But on a much deeper psychological level, the submissive is in a much stronger position than the master.  To wield a whip takes physical strength but to receive those blows takes a hell of a lot of courage... So who really is the master and who is truly the slave???

CONTROL

He says she is the epitomy of true love
When he slaps her ass with his leather glove
He says he dreams about the curve of her hips
She feels the stinging lash on her back from his whip

He lives for her screams of anguish and ecstacy
She's left beaten, sore, ravished but empty
He says her tears bring him incredible joy
She's left on the floor like a discarded broken toy




He says he will cherish her until the day he dies
Her tears a mask of pleasure seen only through his eyes
He cannot breathe without her; for his life would be a waste
She feels absolutely nothing for him until they're face to face

He says she touches him to the very core of his soul
She laughs at this; he is a tool of pleasure and under her control
If her orgasms were brought on without agonizing pain
She would no longer need him and soon forget his name

Deceitful Bastard

You've always told the truth never told a lie
Don't listen to his words; just look into his eyes
When you're eyes met from across the room
You should have sensed the impending doom

Not the first; nor the last
Tomorrow you'll be someone in the past
He looks you up and down making you wet
He wants you to be a one night pet

You are so naive and easily decieved
His eyes roam your body knowing your lips will please
It is only a few hours past midnight he seeks
Of  pain and pleasure his words will speak

Some half truths but mostly terrible lies
All he cares about is getting between your thighs
He wants you naked and panting on all fours
He's already imagining you crying out for more

He makes his way over, thoughts in his eyes foretold 
If you noticed the glint , you'd see a predatory soul
Get away now because he's getting too close
He will burn your flesh with kisses but that innocent heart will roast.

He'll leave you wondering what happened and how you ended up in this place
He'll tell you he's through, you can leave as he removes the mask from your face.

BAD FRUIT

Into the depths of Hell they should fall
If all is forgiven that number is small
Righteous or Evil; an individual choice
Heed a moral code or the twisted inner voice
Evade responsibility leaving a scar not a mark
Be a role model to all and avoid the dark

If either path brings us the same fate
Do we choose love or give in to hate
Are we strategically aligned or sporadically placed
When death takes our bodies, is the soul embraced
Does anyone really know
Where it is they all go




Based on our performance here
Do we all end up there
When the mind shuts off and the ground turns cold
Is it terminal darkness or eternal light we'll behold
This is the question that keeps them in line
The thought of a realm so truly divine

If we dare misstep and fall from His grace
Or no matter what, all sinners embraced
If it's true all sins may be forgiven
Then there are surely bushels of bad fruit in Heaven

PG 2003

AfterLife is Only Dark

Welcome home my child, dare not think I'm your friend.
Empty; hollow; alone: Brought it to an end. 
I was there when you took your last breath. 
Wanted your soul; shall dine on your flesh.

You chose fate; easy way out. 
Erotic dreams I have as in agony you shout. 
Endless dread; wished for silence in your head. 
Eternal torture now "NO YOU'RE NOT DEAD". 

Thought he'd save you; of course he'd be there.
Wrong again, with tear stained eyes you stare.
Engulfed by darkness, drowning in the flames. 
You're all mine now, regardless of the shame. 

You begged for answers and prayed for peace.
What you got is life after death with the Beast.
For I shall walk with you; never to go away.
Your misery, my nourishment day after day. 

It was too difficult, facing another dawn. 
Into HELL you've been cast. All hope forever scorned.
May as well scream, you'll forever burn.
Should not have fucked with fate but awaited your turn.

I'm the seer; much wiser than HIM.
Life is our Game: Some of you lose; sometimes I win.
Thought it was pointless hoping for another chance.
In my arms you'll now scorch; through the flames we shall dance. 

Humanity mourns your passing as I embrace you and rejoice. 
You had them all fooled and patiently, I awaited your choice.
Thought you'd be granted safe passage within. 
Looking for peace and love; all that garbage about forgiving sin.

What a detour, what of the cost.
To your loved ones: "MY GAIN YOUR LOSS!!"
I shall be here now and forevermore.
My tongue will sting your breast leaving the skin raw.

My talons dig deep as into your flesh I claw.
Not what your dreams held; not what you saw.
True Love I feel for you My Dear.
I thrive on your pain, anguish and fear.

Your mind confused by mangled tainted thoughts again.
You took your life "NOW WE SHALL BEGIN"
No Pearly Gates for you nor angels spreading their wings.
Eternal fire surrounds you. When you scream my Heart sings.

Escape is futile, there is but a one way door.
Up there you served a purpose. Here you're nothing but the Devil's whore. 






                                                                                      PG April 23, 2003