JUST SEX and POETRY

You are an exit wound

the extra shot of tequila

the tangled knot of hair that has to be cut out

you are the cell phone ringing in a hushed theatre

pebble wedged in the sole of a boot

the bloody hangnail

you are, just this once

you are flip flops in a thunderstorm

the boy’s lost erection

a pen gone dry

you are my father’s nightmare

my mother’s mirage

you are a manic high which is to say:
you are a bad idea

you are herpes despite the condom

you are, I know better

you are pieces of cork floating in the wine glass

you are the morning after whose name I can’t remember, and you're....still in my bed

the hole in my rain boots

vibrator with no batteries

you are, shut up and kiss me

you are naked wearing socks

mascara bleeding down laughing cheeks

you are the wrong guy buying me a drink

you are the typo in an otherwise brilliant novel

sweetalk into unprotected sex

the married coworker

my stubbed toe

you are not new or uncommon not brilliant or beautiful

you are a bad idea

rock star in the back seat of a taxi; burned popcorn..... top shelf, at half price

you are everything I want

you are a poem I cannot write

a word I cannot translate

you are an exit wound

a name I cannot bring myself

to say aloud.

~DeVine.

THE SIGHT OF SILVER

The bedroom curtains draw back
Their proscenium revelation of a frosty day;
And silver suffuses every sullen object
To brighten its display,
Like a Georgian sugar-shaker’s
Sweetening excess
Each blade of grass
Wields its silver spear to impress.

Each bush, electroplated
To a chromium cocoon
And the fences, silver painted
With shades straight from the moon.

The paths are powder-patterned
With glistening deceit –
Beckoning adventure,
But hastening retreat.

The pool is leaden-lidded
And hardened to a cage
For every frozen creature
In its quiet ice age.

But this is just a scene –
The sun will melt the sheen,
The blades will drip their glory
And tell another story.
This silver’s short display
Precedes a golden day!

E.D.

My love
is in a constant state of flux:

she is a free spirit
as naked as she is coy

and shy beyond reason
her senses betray her

ever-widening polygamous circle
of ’friends with benefits’

today, I languish in the arms of those
who, in the privacy of their shared

experience/existence
profess to asexual tendencies

off and on

a pair of comfortable shoes
is the next best thing

to the proverbial
wet patch

she cloaks herself
in makeshift aroma

and powdered illusions

power and control
wanting & needing

pushing and pulling
to feel simply unencumbered

monogamy is a death trap
says the muse

my love is anywhere
and everywhere

I want it to be......

I can’t wait

to get you
where I want
you to be:

on your back
with your hands
tied and your
legs spread
eagle,
blindfolded

so I can look
at you with
reckless
abandon
and you can’t
do a damn thing
about it

I will take
what is mine

and have my way
and fu(k you
till I am
spent
and you are
left wondering
what day
of the week it is

and whether or not
the wet patch
is on your side
of the bed
or mine.

"INFIDELITY."


Strangers breathing another line

moistened senses swoon left

of centre, another beautiful deity

picked and plucked, the lint

from bellybutton trails to dine.

feasting on saturated savoury tarts, yet

scented saffron dies in lent

cast adrift, torn, a lurid net.

Christian monogamists wrestle the Nile

flooded. sinners and breeders find

auspicious encounters satisfying Yin.

~DeVine.

"LADY NIGHTSHADE."

Your wish is my command
I will push back and pull forward
confronting your senses while tearing apart my own
I perform admirably
I hold my head up in the face
there’s only one thing on my mind,
no monthly specials here
no flat ‘on my back’ rate either!

I’m a bargain in the first place, comparatively
they should be so lucky
no chance of getting bored,
I re-invent events
creatively juicy and spicy hot, with a side of lies
the blood never drains nor loses its metallic colour
and the well will never dry with KY,
spread from arsehole to breakfast like --- Class?
I got class, my website deems it so.......

“It would be my absolute pleasure to welcome you into my
wonderful world, filled with all things naughty and nice.”


Oh make me over, please!
I lie on my back, my side, my stomach… and my face is covered sixty-nine divine and women line up!
I’m not exclusive… smile ; )
sad and lonely is universally applied, like my eyeliner smudged and blurred
obscured from most
I provide a service, the hostess with the most(est)

And fine wine will have you spellbound!
they line up
I spread em’
in a downtown apartment with a sea view
on Fur-Lined avenue – not!
my un-inhibited wide-on, exhibited
and the twenty-first floor, awaits you but
I am not for free..... never for free
I am a Lady of the Night
who shines in the face of adversity
with trust issues and insecurities like the rest of us

I am not blinded by earthly needs by fools
I wake up,
I put on my make-up
I dance to my own tune
and pay the bills..

The Love Machine.(aka)

"DOGS AT MY DOOR."

I met a girl
Red lights blazing
flashing backstreet bars
in an alleyway

shadows silent behind
lamppost’s, thin stripped
light bouncing off
her shoulders, Medusa

scantily clad

dancing through her
fractured Halo,
stockings hiked up
high, lest the cold
penetrate, short skirt

on latticed silhouette(s)

tiptoes pointing
slipping in behind
taxis.

Threadbare
pockets strain
fingertips smooth into
green folds;

a handful of jewels
lining her silk purse.

Lovers of pain and comfort,
unconditional
with puppy dog eyes wide shut

Head on my stomach fur coat attired
foetal and like old things, worn
Moments and memories dispensed...

A hairs breath between prickles
and whiskers tease
rubbing the shredded
skin of dissociation

Thoughts escape, awakened
stirred and panting

Playful ball sports
and eyebrows raise
sniffing familiarity

Belly rubs and legs splayed
assuming the mould
from in behind, the scene
anticipation hungry for food

Dependence in exchange for love
money in exchange for lust...

No flea’s here, no blood,
no life-sucking thoughts here.

Gods comfort wrap
fur-lined with licky tongue
slobbering kisses of conversation.....

All done and dusted.

^Adrian DeVine.

Carry me down into that liquid place again
where we meet without talking, even though
sometimes we're talking, where we laugh
without making a sound, the punchlines
floating off untethered and the corners
of yor mouth tilting up like commas
around some beautiful phrase we don't
have to try to remember.

Wedge your knee between my thighs and slip your fingers into me again, let them be glazed
with human light and lift them to your lips,
let them tell you what they found.

I'll kneel before the sunset of your skin,
its pale tone beginning to blush, evenly,
every cell inspired to read, pushing toward
that ruddiness of purpose, that sigh.

My hands will wrap around the tendons
of your wrists to hold you here, lowered
over me like clouds before a storm,
the enormous thunder and then the rain.

I am in the most exquisite distress astride you now,
sweating.... feeling an impetuous volcano
strain at its peak inside, wanting to explode
my sweetest self all over you.

Sex has a way of softening limbs, oiling joints and melding hearts.

We burrow in closer wrapping arms and
legs over an dunder each other.

Earthy blanket of sleep covers us two bodies releasing one breath.

Finding home, oiled and tucked in each other's sweat.

As you stand still in the hall thinking what
to do next and I approach you from behind,
I think behind must be best: your naked
rump scalloped beneath the plumb lines of your spine's furred tree.

But as I catch the concentration in the kind
angling of your head toward the cats and tread
cat-like myself behind you, your scrotum bung like an oriole's next, I cut beneath your outstretched arm and find I'm hungry for your face instead, hungry for my future.

The mysterious thrum.... that science can't yet explain awakes a hum in me, the sound something numb come alive makes.

In bed this morning
you tucked into the cove of my belly
our feet slipping past each other like fish
I reached out to embrace the flat rock of your back and carved out our names with my tongue.

The feel of your beautiful
brown skin sliding against mine;
it's oh so good and super fine.

My fingers touching along juicy places;
Slipping and pumping in secret spaces.

You feel me baby, I know you do;
That sensual rhythm that's me and you.

This is why you have to know,
Being with you...feels right,
its home.

Your ips so full, soft and wet,
pressed against mine,
as we set, a sensuous pace,
nice and slow.
sparking naughty thoughts
as we go.

Deeper it gets,
stroking my fire,
lighting me up,
with intense desire.

You dip your tongue,
reaching out to mine,
kissing me so good,
it's simply DeVine.

You come to me,
beckoning with that
dark brown gaze,
that melts me into a
sensual haze.

You seduce me, with the
slightest touch,
you make me want it
oh, so much.

You take me, to that
feel good place,
setting me off
with your
passionate pace.

I'm lost in you,
uncoiled in delight.
Being with you
feels so very right.

"THE RAPTURE of US."

It's whirling all around me
red, then blue
then yellow, then gold
So intense, I melt into it
Then I explode

I climb so high
Lost in the sensation
I succumb to your
passionate creation

I cry out in pleasure
My body on fire
I cling to your scent
Hunger feeding my desire

To taste and lick
to touch, to flick
I scorch a path
Along skin that is slick

You feel so good
Your body I adore
Your skin amazing
I have to explore

I'm caught up, Baby
Your body against mine
Show me you crave me
Let your body define

Don't hold back
Let your passion flow
Move with me
And let your actions show

Climbing that pennacle
Reaching together
Desire whirling, intense
We're on the edge
Reaching and grabbing

Almost there, feel it
the anticipation
that sense of elation
We explode over the edge

Hearts beating wildly
Sweat intermixed
Hot and dazed
Completely spent

Limbs intertwined
Our bodies ebb
Into relaxation
Our desires fed

Sleep invites us
We tenderly kiss
we both succumb
Satisfied and content

Rest now, Baby

Your sexy hands
run along my spine
remind me, Baby
that you are mine

Do those things
you do so well
make me remember
why I fell

So hard, so deep
so fast, so steep
You rock me sensual
My body keeps

Craving you, Baby
More and more
What you do
I simply adore

I want you, I need you
All so much
Keep it coming
Your sensuous touch

After you,
there can be no other
It's you and me
Gloriously smothered

In love, in passion,
So incredibly fine
Your sexy hands
along my spine

Yes, you remind me baby
that you are mine
So sexy, so passionate
Simply DeVine

I know the spot
that makes you hot

I'll push those buttons
Until all of a sudden

You explode with pleasure
that cannot be measured

That's it Baby
let me drive you crazy

Give you what you need
Your passion I'll feed

Until you are sated
and damn elated

Yes, I know the spot
and I'll connect the dots

It's you and me
Connected and complete
Hitting the spot

Your fingers dance along my skin
Kneading and caressing sensually
Sliding and gliding like never before
Building a symphony cresting so high

I'm that little deer, hunted and caught
In the most delicious of ways
Snared in a trap of passionate bliss
Surrendering, as you gobble me whole

Your predatory swagger, as you pounce
Your hunger spirred by my scent
Yes, Baby, eat me up
Taste and lick every little cervice
I'm transfixed as you conquer
Leaving little doubt you enjoy the meal

And when you've fed that primal need
Your fingers guided to your mouth
Drenched digits slowly sucked clean
Savoring, and salivating
Ready for dessert.

"DESIRE, FOREPLAY and THE SMOLDERING KISS."

Antagonizing pleasure
Placed upon my lips
Where dreams come true
In just one kiss!

Sharing an afternoon of ecstasy
Closing the door on reality
Not even the thickest iceberg
Could melt the lust I feel inside!

I shed my fears faster than my clothes
The anticipation begins to unfold
My heart begins to pound faster
As you come closer

Just one look from your eyes
And I become hypnotized
A river of sins, to which I concede
Just one kiss, caused the undoing of me!

Your lips gently pressed against mine
A silent submission of tongues intertwined
My mouth tenderly pressed against yours
My voice trembles as you start to explore

Electric shocks as your tongue touches mine
An erotic dance of passing time
My heart's racing as fast as yours
My body's craving for something more!

Starving and Craving
For an evening
Of erotic bliss
Where dreams come true
In Just One Kiss.

It starts in the morning
when I wake up
as you hold me
and ask me how I slept.

It starts at breakfast
when you tell me
what you'll be doing at work
and where you can be reached.

It's how sweetly you kiss me
when you leave
and it continues during the day
when you all just to say hello.

It's when you come home
and hug me
and tell me you've missed me
and ask me about my day.

It goes on during dinner
when we listen to each other
and you hold my hand
as we share our thoughts.

And when we finally go to bed
I am ready to make love.

Taking off
my clothes
piece by piece,
I turn to you,
unwrap my body,
feel you trace
its contours
with your fingers.

I am accustomed
to covering,
what I now bare,
watch you waken
and wash me
with your eyes.

I feel the cloth
of your skin,
uncovered,
inviting me in,
feel your breath
warm in my ear.

I lean closer
into you, feel
your blood surge
as you hold me
and I echo
the beat pulling
on us as I wrap
my legs around you
and open as morning
glories do
when the sun
warms them.

I like to look at you
asleep on your side, face
cradled by down soft pillow,
I like to read
you like a poem, slowly
attending to the detailed
lines about the eyes
slipping under lids, lips
pursed as if about to kiss.

In this, your nightly cruise,
you take leave
from port of day's
forgotten worlds meeting
off course to sail along
the sea of dark
through strings of island stars,
at the masthead bearing on
toward sun about to be
uncovered.

I like to see you stir
when into the small
cupped petal of you ear,
my whisper drifts:
touch me, touch me
I like to watch you rise
as if some foreign tongue
you once spoke came
suddenly back to you, watch
you fix a course across
the sheeted light onto
the continent of my body.

"LAY and PLAY, FEEL ME, SOMETHING"S HOT."

Your fingers dip below my waist,
traveling at a sensuous pace.

The lower you go,
my anticipation builds.
My heart beats faster
bracing for the thrill.

Your touch has me moaning,
begging for more.
Your hot passionate kisses;
I simply adore.

I feel it, I feel you,
as I crest on high.
Only you can take me,
on this incredible ride.

Baby, do it again,
and again and again.
I never get enough
of this delight sin.

Stroke me tender,
along every single inch.

Lick and carress me,
Baby, that's it.

Let's get lost in this
sensous haze.

Sexy feelings that
keep us dazed.

Moving in rhtymn,
Neither of us
can speak.

Until after we hit
that incredible
peak.

We pant in satisfaction,
both blown away.

By the fire we generate,
like a match hitting
hay.

Together, we generate
something so good.

When our eyes first met,
we understood.

As a matter of fact,
we simply knew,
that coming together...
Whew!

Lay me down,
get ready to play.

Do you have the
energy,
cause I got all day.

Lead me where you
want us to go,

I'm ready and willing,
baby, let's take it slow.

"START ME UP."

If you've got the key
then I've got the door
let's do what we dide
when we did it before

If you've got the time
I've got the way
let's do what we did
when we did it all day

You get the glass
I've got the wine
we'll do what we did
when we did it overtime

If you've got the dough
then I've got the heat
we can use my over
til it's warm and sweet

I know I'm bold
coming on like this
but the good things in life
are too good to be missed

Now time is money
and money is sweet
if you're busy baby
we can do it on our feet

We can do it on the floor
we can do it on the stairs
we can do it on the couch
we can do it in the air

Wwe can do it in the grass
and in case we get an itch
I can scratch it with my left hand
cause I'm really quite a witch

If we do it once a month
we can do it in time
if we do it once a week
we can do it in rhyme
if we do it every day
we can do it everyway
we can do it like we did it
when we did it
that day.

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xxchellabellaxx wrote:

<quoted text>
Lol, oh its not a problem at all,
& i believe i understood a few words,(I love researching different languages & cultures) French happens to be my favorite (next to spanish & greek):P
but im not fluent..
yet^^
-but yes, no problem at all :)

Le sexe est la poésie.

Il peut être une chanson, un verset, comme la musique, mélodieux
et rythmé.

La poésie est la passion-direct ou lettrées avec illusion.

Lorsque donné en cadeau, la poésie est romantique, très beau, même
chevaleresque.

Il peut servir comme une définition de la pensée, un geste, un
geste. Il peut même être plus amusants."

Je t'embrasse.
~DeVine.

NB:- English Translation to above (post # 2608).......

Sex is poetry.

It can be a song, a verse, like music, melodious
and rhythmic.

Poetry is passion—direct or lettered with
illusion. When given as a gift, poetry is
romantic, beautiful, even chivalrous.

It can serve as a definition of thought, a gesture, a move.

It can even be foreplay."

There she lay’s beautiful and angelic and the art to my profound soul.

She lay there before me modeling the floor.

My heart rains down the storm of being completely captured with her ripping away my composure,
she lays there in the most breath taking way relaxing a pose on her shoulders.

The sexiness of her lips pressed firmly against mine.

Her soul of art has captured me, I have lost the pattern of my time.

I am robbing the world with the intent of her in my mind.

The way she possesses art she should be locked away in the lost of towers,
the art of noise washes my soul in different complete showers.

I release a melody with rays of her different powers.

I am weak willed for her and the most sad coward.

Peach trees are sadden by my drive and my lack of motives,
I need her help now to simply control it.

The arch in her back is so unique and perfectly molded.

My emotions of my love is being released and the written papers of love has told on me.

She is the art of love can’t you see.

My fingers start to stroke the strings of my violin,
There she lays her beautiful physique , my soul is corrupted by her in violence.

Silence, so I can remain the special love she always wanted in me.

There she lays, The art of my noise,
Her melody isn’t profound.

Not even in chorus.

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"THIS APALACHICOLA LOVE."

I tip toe to you on hot coals of dying to taste your passion so come on and do me right.

Tonight is the night to un-bury our cast of dargah and go past the limitations of thirsty sex and G-string thongs and make love to the pattern of each others breath.

Your Apalachicola love has swung open a door of I adore more than I realize through the limitation of my eyes.

You wipe my tears of alone away every time you give me a smile that travels me miles to sleep next to you in our world of private casket.

Any way you wanted me you know you can have it.

I will savage to be your habit of suicide if we cant be each others habitat.

Hyphens of endless punctuation is our thoughts of pure love conversation manipulation the way I am not a Duchess at this game but a crowned Queen to give you love beyond the wet dreams.


Be my team player and wrap your arms around me unify my womanly smell.

Tongue kiss my lips in hale my possessed heart beats.

Make love to the sounds as we where sexing in virgin sheets.

Discreet our passion and close the death of our private casket.

My back is reminiscing your touches creeping up my shoulders of please baby just please hold me next to your chest and lets play a game of "I bet I would never let you go."

I want to rub your head ball and let my grease of nourishments make love to stimulate your roots and let our passion grow.

Be my afro King and lets full fill dreams.

I love you like death of Apalachicola love.

Yes its real taste the home made of my sweat vanilla ice creams.

If loving each other is a sin then may our souls be caste off into the pits of hell.

May we be engulfed by the infuriating fires and forget heaven because you are my ultimate desire.

Why must we dwell in the shadows like vampires?


What we share together is a beautiful thing, it should not be hidden.

No one on this earth should tell us that a love like ours is forbidden.

People disapprove because we don’t come from similar backgrounds and social classes.

We should stop caring about what people think....

Come on my love tell them to start kissing our asses.

Those who judge us and brings ridicule are nothing more than ignorant fools.

Don’t give into the negativity, keep your head up and continue to maintain your cool.

I am frustrated and angry that we have to spend our moments together as if they were our last.

Why must our parents meddle in our affairs?

They try to convince each of us that what we have is a thing of the past.

Every time they try to break us up they only cause us more misery and despair.

I am willing to sacrifice all that I have, my families inheritance to be in you presence.

I have money but those material objects don’t mean a thing.

You are my pride and joy... happiness is all that you bring.

Life without you is equivalent to a song that has no lyrics.

I would be like a body that has no sprit.

You are that missing piece that make me whole.

My love without you I have no soul.

"PLAY ME DEEP THE JAZZ of LOVE."

This midnight day

I am deeply

Caressed in deep

Mountain tops

As I am day dreaming

Every part of you

Embracing

Me in clinch fire flames

Whispering narrating

Heat in my ears

As the ribbon untie

The nervousness

In my heart beats

As the walls of my hall way

Just begin to pour rain

I am crammed in desires as

I feel the melodies of

Your piano finger tips

Telling my arch back a

Story of I miss you

Now drench me

Please and feed

Me recorded

Poundings as

I watch you watch me

Go in to a orgasm frenzy

I am on your lap

Of frog journey

Being the princess of

Tides and my

Devil bouncing ride

Say look at me

Marry me in

Erotic

While my breast

Erect submerge

The deeper you

Swim the more my toes

Will curl

Can I be

The cream of introducing

Hello hardness

In white doves

Unfold my cloves

Any way you must spank me

For being disobedient

Make Sure You hit the side walls

I want my breath

Rambling through clothes

Hangers like I am

At the please go

Deep inside me mall

My sexy chocolate

Love you know

How I want you

To tease me

Then dick me

Then say girl

You know

I believe in pleasing

My Queen in heat,

Burning between

Long defined rhythms

Of open thighs..

I can feel the bull

In my frog leaping

Past broken zipper,

Clicking my nuts

Against one another.

Thirteen inches of hard

Tongue is yearning

To paint the walls of

Your slippery hallway.

Let me suck on

Your magic mushroom,

Getting fucked up

On the sweet mix

of your sweet

Ecstasy potion.

Brand me with the heat

Of your lave like orgasm,

drowning my face

With the sticky honey

Flowing from the

Sting of your hive.

~DeVine.

DESIGN DeVINE wrote:

<quoted text>Chelsie, "May the heat of your body and your spirit continue to be pleasured",..... and if this is so it would also delight me, however I'm not sure if you needed to copyright your appreciation....

You'll note that here, that I haven't, replied to your kind words this time, in french (as I could have) on the understanding that you do not understand it,(?) though you do express your discourse towards my postings so eloquently in the same language you found so difficult to discern or comprehend.

just because i do not speak it fluently, doesnt mean that i dont desire to learn it. If I knew it that well, I believe i'd speak it more than my own language. I translated what u said before, & so, i translated my own words, not for any other reason, save curiosity.

that, & the pure love of the language.