Some wonderful--and often quite spicy--poems by Lorraine from Canada...hoping to see more from her soon....:)

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Open Sesame!

Let me lay my fingerprint
upon your pleasure source,
Coaxing at the altar of your soft
doe-eyed sentries.
Stroking the petals of your velvet bud,
That satin opening of perfection.
Shadows fluttering in your gaze,
Echoing magical carousel of physical sensibilities,
Merge, incline and dip into me.
Inhale, open the door,
Deluge of hot-pressing oblivion,
Portal of desire's sigh,
I shall find ecstasy,
Beside the Spanish man.

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Hush and Show Yourself

Allow me to nestle along your forearm,
Envelope me within this warmth,
Wafting unmistakeable musk,
I inhale your scents from afar,
You say my name,
Tugging my hair, tucking it away from my ear,
Your voice, husky and in low toned whispers,
Depicts me in soft water colours,
A lullaby of giddy lies.

Your tongue, running wet and silent,
licks my neck,
As you shift on top,
Squeezing me, flattening, loose but dominant upon me.
Rolling my skin between your teeth,
Sweet sensational anticipation,
As you map out my body,
Stretching me bare,

Dizziness, like sunstroke ensues,
Time lapses,
Rising, we show ourselves,
Unadorned, raw, red blooming imprints,
glossy on one another,
We collapse, embroidering each other in drowsy kisses,
As the cinematography of our exertions flash on our minds.

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Look Out!!!

How many does he cast his eyes upon in a day?
How many does he look full in the face,
lifting up his tawny orbs to cause the thunder-clap?
Does he see their marvel and desire?
How he leaves his mark on them?
Mouths agape, astonished, penetrated.
Their moistening eyes, misty and blurred,
the blush rising upon their checks.
As he blinks, delicious, lush,
silky lashes shading his pupils.
Does he notice the wistful scrutiny,
as evident as the sun at noon?
How they struggle for satiation in that brief moment,
for a witness of what shines forth,
To periscope and peer, to empty themselves,
exulting to the skies, the spectre before them.
Viewing themselves, captured, silhouetted in
what no words can paint,
The glistening optic changing screens,
the dark, deep, reflective magic within Antonio.

Spained

He envelopes as a mist off the sea,
Dimming, obscuring reality.
Suspending time.
Chilling, then warming,
taking hold.
Twisting you in the vortex of his Demian eyes,
Teasing, then releasing,
converting.
He instills the ache that touches your spirit
and writes Antonio on your heart.
Shush...did you hear it?
There...a quick intake of breath and the sigh,
another has fallen.

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25 Words

Brighter than the North Star,
Blazingly faultless,
His enchanting eloquence illuminates.
Pouring liquid honey,
vibrating our surfaces,
Pleasure giving, adept marksman,
thrusting into our souls.

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Center of Attraction

His parents joining set in motion,
the magnificent fretwork,
the intricate design,
which is our Antonio.
An elegant, poised, stylish man with luscious ambrosia lips.
No other his parallel.

Bursting with Spanish pride,
he challenges the established order.
Not content to be a mere garnish,
he perseveres.
An anarchist of the movie realm.
With dogged determination he will not only try
but savor it all.
With relish he assaults all preconceptions.

We purr, drunk on the vapors he creates.
We gurgle with salutations and fervid expectations.
We covet his delectable form.
We beat our urban drums, chanting,
trumpeting his attributes.
Yet, we echo in the distance.

He is not here to bask in the summer of our heat.
He undertook this direction, forging his path,
bent upon proving to himself alone,
that on his journey here on Earth,
he met all comers and came out stronger,
wiser and more fulfilled as a result.

Antonio knows the meaning of life...
How many licks does it take to get to the center
of a lollipop?
Every person has to find out for his/her self.
But while you're trying to find out,
don't forget that the candy is good!

Sail Near The Wind

Don't leave me standing on the shore,
Lift me on splendid waves,
Infuse my blood with the salt of your sea,
Jubilant propulsion.
Cut through the clouds,
my joyful rainbow,
Let me feel the goodwinds
of a consummate, skilled seaman,
Head southward for the heat
of that gleaming equator,
Hoist my sails,
No moderate, twenty-knot winds,
Let me experience the gale force
of a conquering hero.
I will come about and steer my course
by the twinkling stars in your eyes,
Far off bells ringing loader in my ears,
As you lay-to,
grinding the sheets,
With optimal sail trim we will race,
My Spanish helmsman,
Circles and triangles in a soaring navigation,
No shelter in satiation, ships lost,
running in the eye of the wind!

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As the matador
who slowly swings his cape away from the charging bull,
You lure me in,
Pouring your warmth all over me,
Sweetly roasting my marrow,
Vapours rising from fragrant zones,
I am a runaway train of inexstinguishable desire,
An enthusiastic devotee, bound to you,
In pliant Lydian softness,
I seek, ache, titillated,
Relishing your pleasure grounds,
Dazzled by the cadent light of your allure,
There is no way through this fawning bed of thorns,
I languish in this allusion,
Paying court to your soothing Spanish style,
I wistfully endeavor to cool the swelling in my skull,
As you cue the blossoms again and I behave as in Spring,
A waterfall of boisterous running sap,
Attempting to unsphere you from your place in the sky
and make you the star that shines on me.

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[This one was inspired by Isabelle Allende's dream of Antonio wrapped in a tortilla *g* WARNING: High spice content here!!!!--Ed.]

Raw and Ready

Nectarous man,
Bask while I explore you,
Relax as my palate savours
your succulent self,
Lean back and endure the tickles
as I run my tongue along your warm, velvety skin,
A tangy plum, trembling before me,
waiting to be picked and pressed to my burning lips,
I stroke and fondle your textures,
Pushing, supping as I strive to
unleash and sharpen the flavors which
lurk beneath your throbbing skin,
Nibbling your delicate edges,
I gently blow a warm breath across your long, slender fingers,
Playing as I skim around the fleshy tips of your shoulders,
Rising to feed on your sumptuous soul kisses,
Tangy wine, sharp and spicy,
Thrashing and fondling all borders,
Mucus threads drying on your saliva drenched flesh,
Downward I plunge, across your pounding chest
I lick each delicate detail
Slurping and taking up every salty extract,
Your swelled service area is my banquet,
Fondling, lapping, my compliments to the chef,
I swallow your creamy, sweet whey, every drop, no leftovers,
Strange sensations approach, aching oral meltdown,
Delightful indulgence, I smack my lips
wallow in my gluttony and I liquify.

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