Poetry Playful Passion

Playful passion

.         Butterfly kisses find their way To the lucky ones, today It’s me. A beautiful blond is sitting on my lap Only 3 months ago our hearts met The playful fire still burns, bright As our eyes when they meet. We’re in love and sensual as satin. So soft our lips touch, barely, Intensely exploring each other’s Otherness. ‘Having fun’ we call this.   Astonished I behold this woman Blessed with her soft touch Her gentleness and radiant spirit, And the sassy way she wakes The roaring untamed bull inside of me, Beneath many layers of sophistication. There’s a raw masculine force in the depths Of my prehistoric nature, That wants to take her, conquer her, Own her, Fuck her, Have it’s way with her.   She is playing a 2-million years old instrument that is my body, With her hands, her glances and the way she fires A seductive arrow with her voice. Who takes who? You might ask, When this virtuoso play evokes fiery pleasure in her own body, And a growing Growing desire, To be Taken.   ‘Having fun’ we call this. The beauty and...

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Poetry Moonlight

Moonlight

.           Deep in the forest Of feminine wisdom The goddess appeared to energize me For strength is needed to serve The moon was with us And in its silver light I offered my heart To be cleansed and purified. Cross-legged we kept watch over my naked heart White light on black wounds My fragility laid bare In the womb of the forest All night we witnessed That even the darkest parts can heal.           ....

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Place To Hide

Place to hide

.           In the tent At the center of the garden In a half-lid space, you’ll find A child That needs love To know that he’s okay In all his vulnerability Fragility Without his cloaks of poetry And masks of mastery Just naked potentiality In need of love to grow.   It is in this place That I hide when I feel exposed Too much, Unprotected by the visage Of masculine strength and control. This is where I hide, See me stand, naked, Shivering and scared, So needing to curl up Into the all-embracing warmth and beauty of feminine openness To feel carried by the comfort That I didn’t learn to give myself at the core. That I am, Good enough, The way I am.         ....

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Please Enter

Please enter

.         I said yes, A word of power, Letting you wonder through my poetic garden That no foot has entered but mine. Carefully crafted light-filled flowers Open as you stroll past They smile so lovingly at your sight For they recognize in you A common nature, A common face through which The light flows with great ease They express a soundless  ‘Yes, Please let her enter, The inner place..’ Yes, A word of power Commanded only By true beauty.       ....

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Fanning the Flames

Fanning the flames

.         Yes, I miss to be touched You say, as do I. Hands folding in each other. It is not my doing The fire that wakes our bodies And our mind, our fingertips, our eyes That look so deep into the other, All of us comes alive. It’s the electricity of our closeness, That is magical and wild, And sacred too, That makes me reach for forbidden places Just teasing, playing along a new game So close to insanity we bring ourselves. About to forget the rules we must abide. They seem so far away, From this timeless melting into, Your soft touch while I search for words Your angelic eyes, that sassy smile, You want to evoke in me, The passion of Dionysus, To be intoxicated only by, The fragrant of it.   We don’t know what happened On that endless evening. Like a dream we played The fire as our child, Born from wells deep inside, We thirsted for it, and cannot help But remind ourselves of the magic, When my warm breath touched Your ear, a sigh, a moan, A dangerous...

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A Promise Finds its Fulfillment

A promise finds it’s fulfillment

.         To be touched in the heart So gentle does the warmth Expand into my chest And mind, filled with Gestures of devotion, To our intimate flame.   To this sweet invasion I just cannot defend.   Can this be it? The ending of an era Of solitary travels Into oceans of the mystery? Can this be the initiation Into many splendid wines That angels drink To fly? Can two hearts be As one?   I have looked so deep, And seen and known That this play of hearts Has a source beyond this plane And will not fail by time To nourish our triumphant paths To conquer all that weighs Down on our sweet hearts. Let this be a pillar on which To build a world anew, With you as a lovebound queen Everlasting at my side.   To you I declare My undying love.         ....

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Spiky Love

Spiky Love

.         Tested to the limits Fire-drunken soberness One word flies from your lips Violent storms arise Exposing me to pain, A lion roars within My wounded children weep Warriors marching to fight A war that can’t be won, but by a total surrender of the heart To the one thing that hides For the fearful raging ape That is most valued by the wise Most praised in fiery song. To your heart I hold on, In which I could not see, A single impurity.         ....

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Children of the Sun

Children of the Sun

.         We are portals Between the transient And the eternal To be alive is to be Open.   Through our talents cultivated We may witness the light In manifold forms and colors Touching the sensitive souls, Inspiring more light to flow Through the human portals.   To be humble is to say: ‘this beauty, this holy fire, Is not mine or yours, But belongs to the eternal Sun That transcends all language.       ....

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We are all born out of Fire

We are all born out of Fire

.       This Orgasmic Life Dizzy of anticipation Promise and dying. Passion as the mother That birthed us all, and death orgasmic.         ....

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Krijger, onderweg naar zichzelf

Wij begroeten ons lot met de houding van een krijger   Een lot als een geschenk van boven,   In ons het verlangen wekkend   geluk te creëren uit wrijving.       Wij zijn scheppende krijgers.   Wij zijn krijgers met zicht op het grote groeien.   Nu wij onze armen hebben geopend,   Verdwijnt onze angst,   Bevrijden wij ons van de last van klagen,   Eren wij de wet van Karma,   Met open armen van een krijger.       De stralende Ster van helder weten   Is de schat die wij beschermen,   Is de schat die in ons straalt.       Wij luisteren naar de taal van ons lichaam,   Naar de taal van onze spieren,   De taal van ons gemoed en onze buiken.   Wij luisteren met aandacht en met liefde   Naar de taal van onze geest.   Rivieren van gedachten   Glinsteren in ons.   Wij luisteren naar de tekens die van buiten komen.   Wij luisteren om te weten wie wij zijn.   Zonder luisteren verdwalen wij.     Wij zijn onderweg naar onszelf.   Alles wat nodig is doen wij met genoegen   Alles wat onmisbaar is voor onze reis   Doen wij met de grootste zorg.   Wij zorgen...

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