My Best Friend
She stands by me through the hard times.
Quietly telling me what must be said.
Her words are sincere and poignant;
never letting things get to my head.
She has seen me through some difficult times;
times when I was not at my very best.
Pointing out my faults and strengths
sometimes in support; at other times in protest.
She always has a gentle word of comfort
for all who meet this beautiful soul.
The most beautiful soul God has created
whose friendship I will always extol.
Monday, May 25, 2009
Ode To Joie
“The Joy of You”
I want to consume you in the morning as my day begins.
I ache to consume you at noon with the greatest desire.
I yearn to consume you at night as I conclude my day.
I crave to consume you as a forest is consumed by a raging fire.
The richness of your makeup makes you desirable.
The hue of your dark complexion makes you rare.
You have rivaled things that are most delectable.
My awaiting mouth celebrates you with much fanfare.
As I remove your covering and lay you bare.
How sweet it is the very first bite taken.
The sweetest chocolate ever created cannot compare.
Alas, the minutes are few until I awaken.
I want to consume you in the morning as my day begins.
I ache to consume you at noon with the greatest desire.
I yearn to consume you at night as I conclude my day.
I crave to consume you as a forest is consumed by a raging fire.
The richness of your makeup makes you desirable.
The hue of your dark complexion makes you rare.
You have rivaled things that are most delectable.
My awaiting mouth celebrates you with much fanfare.
As I remove your covering and lay you bare.
How sweet it is the very first bite taken.
The sweetest chocolate ever created cannot compare.
Alas, the minutes are few until I awaken.
Lost In Love
“Lost In Love”
The desire that once burned within his chest,
now towers over him like a cresting wave.
He stands motionless but is filled with unrest,
all because of the smile she gave.
No longer did he try to hide his joy.
New life was breathed into his world.
Not being aware it was just a ploy,
into the abyss his emotions were hurled.
He searched the depths of his being
but could not make sense of his state.
He looked in the distance not seeing
his key to the kingdom nor the pearly gate.
Much to her dismay,
he chose to abandon the pursuit.
Never presented the bouquet
that had bloomed in his heart and took root.
The desire that once burned within his chest,
now towers over him like a cresting wave.
He stands motionless but is filled with unrest,
all because of the smile she gave.
No longer did he try to hide his joy.
New life was breathed into his world.
Not being aware it was just a ploy,
into the abyss his emotions were hurled.
He searched the depths of his being
but could not make sense of his state.
He looked in the distance not seeing
his key to the kingdom nor the pearly gate.
Much to her dismay,
he chose to abandon the pursuit.
Never presented the bouquet
that had bloomed in his heart and took root.
“The First Time”
“The First Time”
I saw her standing in a crowd speaking,
and that she did with confidence and eloquence.
Everyone within earshot listened attentively
as if the queen had graced them with her presence.
Her physical stature was not too great
yet she commanded attention and respect.
Each word spoken was precise and poignant
she possessed a quick wit and superior intellect.
They encircled her all around
as she spoke words that motivated and inspired.
Her new acquaintances formed a virtual shield
for this precious treasure they had recently acquired.
I stood amongst some colleagues who talked
of politics and relations both foreign and familiar.
As I turned, our eyes briefly met,
and for a moment, it all seemed quite peculiar.
Walking confidently across the floor,
the crowd parted as I came your way.
Though I had planned to spend the night at home
I was now thrilled to have attended this soiree.
“May I have this dance?” I asked.
Unknowingly, I was extending my hand into a fire.
“ Why, of course.” She responded.
Around her neck she wore beautiful sapphire.
The evening seemed to pass quickly,
as we talked and danced into the early morn.
Knowing the soiree was nearing its end,
with deep chagrin, I welcomed the coming dawn.
“A pleasure meeting you”
was all she chose to say.
I took her hand in mine and simply replied,
“Enchanté.” Then we parted. Much to my dismay.
On the long drive home,
I replayed the events of evening ceaselessly.
From the scent of her soft, supple skin
to how we talked and danced tirelessly.
I could not help but wonder,
if and when I will I see her again.
Hoping this was more than a flight of fancy;
More than just an ephemeral yen.
I saw her standing in a crowd speaking,
and that she did with confidence and eloquence.
Everyone within earshot listened attentively
as if the queen had graced them with her presence.
Her physical stature was not too great
yet she commanded attention and respect.
Each word spoken was precise and poignant
she possessed a quick wit and superior intellect.
They encircled her all around
as she spoke words that motivated and inspired.
Her new acquaintances formed a virtual shield
for this precious treasure they had recently acquired.
I stood amongst some colleagues who talked
of politics and relations both foreign and familiar.
As I turned, our eyes briefly met,
and for a moment, it all seemed quite peculiar.
Walking confidently across the floor,
the crowd parted as I came your way.
Though I had planned to spend the night at home
I was now thrilled to have attended this soiree.
“May I have this dance?” I asked.
Unknowingly, I was extending my hand into a fire.
“ Why, of course.” She responded.
Around her neck she wore beautiful sapphire.
The evening seemed to pass quickly,
as we talked and danced into the early morn.
Knowing the soiree was nearing its end,
with deep chagrin, I welcomed the coming dawn.
“A pleasure meeting you”
was all she chose to say.
I took her hand in mine and simply replied,
“Enchanté.” Then we parted. Much to my dismay.
On the long drive home,
I replayed the events of evening ceaselessly.
From the scent of her soft, supple skin
to how we talked and danced tirelessly.
I could not help but wonder,
if and when I will I see her again.
Hoping this was more than a flight of fancy;
More than just an ephemeral yen.
Running Away
I know of men who run away,
mostly from their fears and dreams.
They cannot see or hear those who want to lend a hand.
They cannot hear above their own screams.
I know of men who run away
from the sounding horn to face their foes.
These men embrace challenge
and are mostly praised in their repose.
I know of men who run away,
when the world moves to challenge their stance.
A few of them will choose to stay
and take the lead in their final dance.
I know of men who run away,
when an opinion is formed contrary to their own.
Most of these men will cower in fear,
as if seeking shelter from a raging cyclone.
I know a man who runs away
to his love, to his fear, to his destiny.
I know that man who stays and fights
for all he holds near and dear; even under strict scrutiny.
mostly from their fears and dreams.
They cannot see or hear those who want to lend a hand.
They cannot hear above their own screams.
I know of men who run away
from the sounding horn to face their foes.
These men embrace challenge
and are mostly praised in their repose.
I know of men who run away,
when the world moves to challenge their stance.
A few of them will choose to stay
and take the lead in their final dance.
I know of men who run away,
when an opinion is formed contrary to their own.
Most of these men will cower in fear,
as if seeking shelter from a raging cyclone.
I know a man who runs away
to his love, to his fear, to his destiny.
I know that man who stays and fights
for all he holds near and dear; even under strict scrutiny.
L'amour et la vie....
L’amour est ma chanson.
La guerre, mon réveille.
Le premier du bataillon
Je me trouve seule et en demi-sommeil.
Je m’accroche prés de leurs positions
Sans un bruit et; sans un coup d’oeuil.
L’assaut sauvage et plein de conviction,
Une vie brutale et sans merveille.
“A Broken Man”
I have loved without loving.
I have sought without seeking.
I have played without playing.
I have slept without sleeping.
Thinking of her brings a bit of confusion to my world.
As a wrecking ball; unleashed amidst abandoned structures.
Is there order in this chaotic and fleeting emotion called passion?
Yet she is with another man. My heart breaks. My ego fractures.
I have stood without standing.
I have craved without craving.
I have demanded without demanding.
I have saved without saving.
She touches me with ordinary words I have heard many times before.
Her smile makes the sun shine a little brighter.
The way she tilts her head makes me yearn for her kiss.
How good it would be to pull an all-nighter.
I have lived without living.
I have lied without lying.
I have said without saying.
I have cried without crying.
There are no tears this day although I am alone.
It was spent reading, writing, and playing with my son.
I have changed my outlook on life.
A new beginning awaits me; I may be alone, but I'm not done.
I have written without writing.
I have sung without singing.
I have fled without fleeing.
I have bled without bleeding.
Communication is impersonal though technology has simplified the process.
We text and e-mail but never take pen to paper anymore.
We seldom make an effort towards being courteous.
A hand-written note can reach a heart's core.
I have heard without hearing.
I have seen without seeing.
I have known without knowing.
I have been without being.
My heart cries out for love but receives no response.
My arms yearn to hold you but you’re too far away.
My eyes long to behold the world, but cannot see beyond your horizon.
My mind dreams but they quickly fade at the break of day.
I hear but am not being heard.
I see but am not being seen.
I find but have not been found.
I need but am not being needed.
My desire to love; is it all for naught?
Darkness has tried to keep me from the Light of Creation.
Her love and affection was all I sought.
She is the source of much of my elation.
I have lain without laying.
I have risen without rising.
I have touched without touching.
I have laughed without laughing.
Selfishness has tried to make me an unreasonable man in need.
Stubbornness wanted to leave a loving heart to love itself.
Aloofness has kept me from my lover and caused a lonely heart to bleed.
Foolishness attempted to make me give to those who do not give.
I have made my declaration but will not patiently await her acquiescence.
She dominates my thoughts, as I lay supine upon my bed.
Hearing her name conjures up images of love, joy, and happiness.
Yet, life is to lived. There are fantasies to be explored; exploits to be exploited; and carnal desires to be fulfilled.
I Am Here For You
I Am Here For You
If you should need a shoulder to cry on,
I’ll be here.
If you should need someone to vent,
I’ll be here.
If you should ever need a friend,
I’ll be here.
If you should need someone to love,
I’ll be here.
If you ever need a movie pal,
I’ll be here.
If you should need a shoulder to lean on,
I’ll be here.
If you should need someone who will listen,
I’ll be here.
If you should need some time to yourself,
I'll never be too far.
Secret Desires
"Secret Desires"
By LeSage Chavannes
He remembers the furtive glance
taken the first day they met.
Her eyes held him in a trance.
His palms became damp with sweat.
She looked at him reluctantly,
And his world just seemed to melt away.
Her endearing smile and beauty,
Left him reeling; in emotional disarray.
Looking into her beautiful eyes,
He had never experienced such a treat.
Oh, how they sparkle and mesmerize.
Leaving him breathless in the proverbial hot seat.
She dazzles him with her smile.
He thinks, “Her parted lips arouse and weaken me.”
When she parts ways for just a while,
The moment passes as an eternity.
As they speak, a memory returns
That the greatest of men are tested by fire.
In secret, he daydreams and yearns
of goals to which a select few could ever aspire.
Dare he dream of holding her near?
Why does she stimulate his very being?
Yet one thing is abundantly clear,
this feeling is strong and unrelenting.
Her voice washes over him.
He appears calm but his mind is in a spin.
He feigns to stare at the decorative trim;
Yet she holds him captive in unsullied sin.
He looks at her in the dimmed café light,
His emotions worn proudly about his sleeve.
Holding her hand is sheer delight,
Sunday, May 24, 2009
T.O.I.L. (The One I Love)
She is a mystery to me. Her eyes...Oh my God! They see right through me. Her lips hold my gaze and draw me nearer than I can afford to be. Her breasts...I won't even go there. Her ears excite me and arouse my libido. Her voice comforts me. Even when she is venting, I find it soothing. Her gait leaves me breathless and lustful. Her cadence is measured. Her feet planted firmly on solid ground. I love her from a distance because she is best approached from a distance. I hope she is prepared for this onslaught of passion aimed at her heart, mind, and body. I have no reservations about wanting her in my life. I don't ever look at another woman while with her. If I were to describe her, I'd have to say she's one of the smartest women I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. Her looks speak for itself. I don't judge her nor make any assumptions as to what she is like.
I see elements of her in almost everyone I spend time with. She is stunning. Her code name is Kryptonite because she weakens me to the point where I feel defenseless.
I see elements of her in almost everyone I spend time with. She is stunning. Her code name is Kryptonite because she weakens me to the point where I feel defenseless.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Why Love?
Why love?
because it is best of me and the best of you.
Why now?
because I was a slave to unspoken desires.
Why you?
because we do not have a choice in love.
Why?
There is no reason on earth that can explain this mystery.
Who am I?
a man whose desires have yet to be expressed or satisfied to their ends.
Right from the start, I wanted to love you with all of my being. I wanted to put all of me into all of you. It has been nearly impossible for me to separate my nightly dreams from my secret desires whenever you are near. If it is strawberries and cream, we can take turns...if you want toys, we can play until we don't have any strength left...if it is passion, let's explore each other to infinite discovery...Push me to my limits as I will search you through and through...leaving no stone unturned...no fantasy unexplored...no desire unfulfilled.
Words should never be strewn about carelessly. If love is not what you want, then let lust be your guide...if it is lust, admit your attraction...if it's just a one night stand, let me know your intentions...I could care less about acceptance, affection, or compassion...let's do what comes naturally...no need for apologies or regrets because you will be just a distant memory when I'm in the Caribbean. I won't apologize for how I feel..I will never settle for something other than what I desire, want, or need. Don't pity me...just make my toes curl and take your leave. I will take that moment, whether good or bad, freeze it in time, and continue living. As much as I want you, I want me even more.
because it is best of me and the best of you.
Why now?
because I was a slave to unspoken desires.
Why you?
because we do not have a choice in love.
Why?
There is no reason on earth that can explain this mystery.
Who am I?
a man whose desires have yet to be expressed or satisfied to their ends.
Right from the start, I wanted to love you with all of my being. I wanted to put all of me into all of you. It has been nearly impossible for me to separate my nightly dreams from my secret desires whenever you are near. If it is strawberries and cream, we can take turns...if you want toys, we can play until we don't have any strength left...if it is passion, let's explore each other to infinite discovery...Push me to my limits as I will search you through and through...leaving no stone unturned...no fantasy unexplored...no desire unfulfilled.
Words should never be strewn about carelessly. If love is not what you want, then let lust be your guide...if it is lust, admit your attraction...if it's just a one night stand, let me know your intentions...I could care less about acceptance, affection, or compassion...let's do what comes naturally...no need for apologies or regrets because you will be just a distant memory when I'm in the Caribbean. I won't apologize for how I feel..I will never settle for something other than what I desire, want, or need. Don't pity me...just make my toes curl and take your leave. I will take that moment, whether good or bad, freeze it in time, and continue living. As much as I want you, I want me even more.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Who Am I?
The man who has longed for you since the first day we met. Who should have stopped his world from spinning out of control. From the onset, I should have told you how beautiful you were and still are.
A man who has admired and longed to be with you. Who wanted to be with you in the worst way an in every way. A man who waited too long to say how much he appreciated your intelligence; your beauty; your sense of humor; your free spirit. A man who doesn't take affairs of the heart lightly. A man undeserving of your love and affection.
Truth be told, I want to know you even more than I do now. Tell me of your passions, secret desires, fetishes, and most intimate thoughts. I am a man of unbridled passions who seeks an adventurer of passion as a partner.
A man who has admired and longed to be with you. Who wanted to be with you in the worst way an in every way. A man who waited too long to say how much he appreciated your intelligence; your beauty; your sense of humor; your free spirit. A man who doesn't take affairs of the heart lightly. A man undeserving of your love and affection.
Truth be told, I want to know you even more than I do now. Tell me of your passions, secret desires, fetishes, and most intimate thoughts. I am a man of unbridled passions who seeks an adventurer of passion as a partner.
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