Rendezvous ....

The secret rendezvous ....

What he calls a secluded place to meet interesting people like me ...
to get to know interesting person like him ...
to taste that person by kissing his/her lips so he/she will not remain an "idea " or "half-baked " and " half-formed" , " untasted and untried ".

He was wearing black t-shirt with a cute print on the center of it
( I forgot the picture but it was a girl , I felt tipsy still )

... and kind face...

He stood over a couple or 3 feet above me
( I'm not good with measurements unless I'm using medicine cups )

... with his kind eyes ...
and his eye glasses ...
kind sexy eyes behind those lenses .
I find men who wears eye glasses - sexy ....
sexy in a kind of way ( and my imagination is playing already )

He asked if I liked his poetry ....
" I'm liking the poet " ...
and I don't know if I said it the right way ...
my voice will not come out clearly .

He grabbed my hand and introduced himself as

" **** "

and asked for my name .
I said " they call me Maria "
" Maria " ...
it sounded sexy as he said it ....
each letters glide through his tongue exquisitely ....

He reached and cupped my face and then his warm lips covered mine ....

It was like eating Pistachio ice cream from Yellow Cab...
the taste was addictive ....
like tasting new flavors ...
savoring....
exploring it's rich mysterious taste ...

and his mouth taste just that ...
new flavor ... addictive ... so warm ....
I love warm things very much ...
while his hands glide on my butt ...
squeezing them gently to " not so gentle " ...
then pulling my hair a bit ...
made me realize he was real ...
and I'm pressing my trembling lips more ...
at the same time pressing my body on his as I gasped for precious air ...
( breathe Maria ... don't forget to breathe )

I felt him hardened against my thigh ...
damn we could do this forever , tasting each other's flavor as forever may allow it
but a thousand and hundredth damnation ...
I'm still quite sane ...
and my logic tells me that I have to go back to reality ...
and in reality he was kissing my neck ...

and it felt so good ... so damn good ....

but then ...

so I have to go ...
and have his embrace itched so deep in my thoughts ....
his warm skin against mine ...
it was like feeling familiarity and at the same time excitement of wanting to explore more ... more... more ...

He was singing my name , I remembered that quite well ...
i like his voice ...
so warm yet so sexy ...

Ding !
the elevator door swung open and ate him ...

" take care ... "

he wants more ...
and I want more .

to hell and damnation !
I felt so warm and flushed !

Can we do a rewind please ?

Are you real ?
Or was I dreaming ?
Please don't wake me up !

Opppssss ! overbreak !!!

... vida

Vis pour l'instant

For a moment our gaze met
For a moment the world stopped spinning
For a moment my HEART thud with yours
For that moment it was the sweetest melody
For a moment as we held our breath
For that moment we we're ONE
For a moment nothing else's matter
For that moment everything was just about YOU and ME
For a moment I believed in LOVE
For that moment I saw the sweetest smile
For a moment YOU looked away
For that moment it broke the spell
For a moment it was GOODBYE
For that moment I thought I DIED
For a moment I've gone crazy
For that moment I realized you are just in that movie .

desiderium ...

Someone ...

who loves -

the ocean's breeze
the moonlit patio
the aroma of coffee
the warmth of the candle
the comfort in a hug
the joy in a kiss
the intimacy of holding each other's hands
the art of seduction
the friendly bantering
the intense glare
the passion in classical music
the corniest jokes
the casual touching of each other's face
the sweet murmur of endearments
the calling of funny names
the candid glances
the thoughtful smiles
the smell of sunshine
the walk in the beach
the movie marathon's
the antiques
the poetries
the quotes
the romantic letters
the color black and dark purple
the thousand and a hundred meaning of a single flower
the sound of the pouring rain against the roof
the feel of the rain against warmth skin
the beauty that is hidden beneath the beats

and most of all
I want him to love me ...

You

You with those magical word...
No... not magical.... clearly ... illusionists...

You with those moving words ...
from earth to nowhere ...

You ...
hurting me...
like plunging knife into my heart...
Pouring acid to my numb heart .


You... with words like lullabies...
Makes me sleep and slumber in dreams ...
and still hear your melody... and felt your warmth beside me ...

You ..
Making me fall in this unknown dimension ...
You ...
You interesting poet ...

You
Who might be the stranger
Who could be one of my best friend ...
Or in the score of intimacy ...

You
Who drowns me with glorious emotions
... as I gently swam and then...
I let go and sunk into nostalgia ...

You
Who wished for thousand wishes
and longed for thousand longings ...

You ...
The very person whom I want to share this longing..

... at this very moment ... while I write down this poetry ...

... after reading your emotions ....

Comfort Toys !!!

A new addition to the family !
a birthday gift from evilclown !!!

SADNESS

Another tear rolls down on my face
Just one of the millions
From my heart that’s been torn apart
Never again shall I fell this way
I’m sick of all the pain and dismay.
All the tortures I have given myself
My sad emotions will rest on a shelf
I look up the Heavens and ask
"Why do I have to experience this so much sadness?",
"Of all the people, why me the harmless?"
I guess I’m always be crying
Tears will keep on rolling and rolling…
Like tears of a gentle dove Wings_of_night

And they will only cease
When I no longer live……..

An Ardent Dismay …….

Through the sad heart and drowsy numbness pains…
Do I have to live in this world unseen?
‘Tis not through envy of happy hours,
The thin happiness that fades,fade away.
Dissolve and quite forgotten by time.Cathy

What thou among love has never known?
The weariness,the fever and feit.

Here,we sat and hear each others groan.
Where palsy shakes a few,sad with last embrace.
We’re we lovers that grows pale arddies?
We’re but to think is to be full of sorrow.
And leaden-eyed dispair,
Where beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes
Or new love pine at them beyond tomorrow.

Darling I listen…..and for many times
I have been in love with easeful death.
No more that it seem too rich to die
To cease upon the midnight sky,
With no pain at all in my heart for me to recall………

Nostalgia

1. A severe longing for home or familiar surroundings; homesickness.
2. A bittersweet yearning for the things of the past.


So he is included in the category " PAST "
The period of time that has already happened

He was there .... yet I could not touch him ....
He was loved .... yet I still wanted more of him ...
He was this close to me .... yet ... remained unseen ...

He has been visiting me in my dreams ... now he's back...
Same pattern ... The silhouette in the window ....

There we're dreamless nights ... and I often think about the man in my dream ...
Thinking if he's true or just a myth ...

When the dream failed to visit me for almost 4 months I felt this terrible longing to see him again , dream or not .
And then today ... he was there again... staring at me .... through the satin white curtains flowing , dancing with his shadow .

A feeling of nostalgia swept through me ...
And then again I wished the dream will continue so this bittersweet yearning will be quenched .
Sometimes ... dreams are far more preferable than reality .

CHOCOLATES !!!

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Item #5

Broken Sonnet ...

I see me sitting sadly in the corner
Knees drawn up tightly to my chest
Mind and body weakened by sorrow
As tears course down my face
I prayed to God I don't believe in .
Yet I cursed him in the same breath.
I looked at me with narrowed eyes
Pitying the sorry creature I become ,
I look into my wretched soul
Cursing the emptiness inside ...
Emptiness put there by my own stupidity
As I stand over the huddling form of myself
I see I have gotten what I deserve from life.
I had no right to the beautiful love we shared
When the love rightfully belonged to her ...
Sadly , I watched the shell of myself slowly cracking
Oozing out all the pain and misery within my soul
There to top of all the shattered pieces
With my beating heart ... all alone ....

Little one why don't you grow up ?

You asked all those questions
That never are answered
Of wonder and awe about the world around you .
Little one why don't you grow up ?
You talk to others , telling your feelings
You don't understand that
You must keep these feelings to yourself
So other's can't hurt you .
Little one why don't you grow up ?
You love the woods
And cry when something dies
Everything dies eventually
You're alive that's all that matters
Little one why don;t you grow up ?
You are too sensitive
Always giving to people
When you should grab all you can get
Before someone takes it first
Little one why don't you grow up ?