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I feel the pain of wanting fill my heart - An ache that builds, a pounding - ‘sif to burst; I hear you sob, and tears begin to start - They well, they flow, and drown my soul - immersed. Who said that things get easier o'r time? When suddenly it feels … No longer mine.

I breathe in deep, perhaps I may disguise The fact that what I hear is painful too, How hard it is - blurred vision through your eyes, And voice that dies, in silent love from you. I sense the tears, they fall - my head held high But then I realize … These tears are mine.

If only I could hold you - just a touch, To feel the softness, smoothness of your skin - And maybe then, I wouldn’t feel so much The hurt I find amidst this fool’s chagrin. These many thoughts that taunt my conscience - cruel; Are those I have to fight … These thoughts of mine.

To press my lips to yours, to cup your face, Then slowly run my fingers through your hair, And slowly to your waist - a hug - embrace; Emotions uncontrolled - believe - I care. Your love has n'er been blind - for granted? No - Forever and for always … You are mine.

The Taste of You

As morn exhales, a sunkissed sigh, As dark skies flee, and turn to blue; To have, to hold you, one more taste Of fairest form to satisfy, My hunger and my thirst for you With head upon your bosom placed. Your honeyed bottom lip you bite, With sweetened moans as each attests The inner primal urge of mine, As I with tongue and teeth delight Those tender buds on heaving breasts Which guide me to a place divine. Just one more taste before I go And let me wander down below; To kiss, to taste from head to toe. Insatiable, lingual desire; Taste stokes this raging, inner fire. Ferrick Gray © 2016 7.3

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My Princess

My darling warm, beside. Her dreamy eyes, They sparkle like the princess solitaire, But even that would melt away in sighs Of anguish knowing it will n'er compare. Her eyes meet mine, I see her playful smile, My smile returned, I know that in awhile - Her voice in dulcet tones, her dreams shan't keep; As weary eyes close slow. She falls asleep. Ferrick Gray © 2016 6.27

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Her Darkness

In many ways, a myst'ry she would be, Though many facets of her life he knew, And even in her darkness he could see Her beauty and her depth of love so true. Her ev'ry inhibition to set free, To soften edges of her soul that fray From memories which hurt; could he foresee That she would love him in her special way: Her beauty lit the path, her darkness made him stay.

Final line from a quote by Fiona Summerville. Her beauty lit the path … but her darkness made him stay.

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Too Late

He pens his words in ink that never dries, And smears his heart's outpouring carelessly With tears that fall and bleed in wistful cries, Those sentiments he hoped would always be. Yet passion lingers longer in the mind, To feign a sweet emotion of the heart. His blurréd vision, makes this poet blind To know his love; through words will n'er impart. Her heart was never his. His love denied, Yet still he writes of what there could have been. His ink still wet with tears that never dried, His heart besmirched by visions never seen. He fights the truth, to realize his fate, But love is cruel, and now it's all too late.

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Pillow Talk

Our pillows too, yes me and you Hold each other, one another Your gorgeous smile, my heart beguile That little tear, come closer - near

My arms around, your breath, the sound Skin warm and soft, such feelings, oft All I desire, my heart's afire Two souls entwine, I know you're mine

Slow, down your back, my hand My fingers trace, your side Then to your face, my touch

Those dreamy eyes, I drown My lips on yours, my love … that kiss

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Touch

Behind, my hands your shoulders touch, Then slide on down; curvaceous hips, Around your waist, my hands o'r top Each other - Oh, there is so much I want to taste; your neck, your lips - A sudden urge too hard to stop.

Now spin you round, a dancer's move, And gaze at you with wanting eyes, To take my chance, to never pass - Warm breath on you, there's naught to prove; My hands search slowly, 'long your thighs And clawing back, to grab your ass.

To have and hold - You'll always be … elusive

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Adagio

As sleep comes calling; whispers of Good Night, Her slowing movements, head upon my breast, My arm soon finds its place; to be at rest O'r shoulder, and my hand, her back. Feels right. My fingers slowly move; a soft delight, Her fingers swirl, small circles on my chest, I close my eyes and smile, my heart's behest Is always and forever hold her tight. Then look I 'pon her beauty, golden hair; And kiss, I breathe her fragrance, hold within To savor as my heart, its beating skips. I move her head, an angel's face, so fair, Then gently cup her cheek, her smile I win; My soul to meet with hers, upon her lips.

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Without Her

Without her I am empty, hollow; A shell washed up on the sands of memory. Buried in layers of want, A want to be loved and love.

All I can do is wait. Wait for the one who will hear me call, One who searches for the same hope as I do. The missing piece.

Soft is her voice. Gentle is her touch. Forgiving is her heart.

I am found She breathes life into me I swim again … To drown in her.

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Soda Drink

Our love could be a soda drink, Perhaps you think it strange to say; You're sweeter though, filled to the brink And quench my thirst in every way, Your effervescence every day. This cup n'er empties, always topped Our love for each has never stopped.

The cup, our home; two souls complete; As cubes of ice, I jostle round. But nothing fits, like two left feet, Feels out of place, but then the sound Of you poured slowly, heartbeats pound. And every space, yes every hole Is carefully filled as ice-cubes roll.

The sounds we hear as passions meld, As bubbles rise, meniscus kissed, Our love in phases, locked and held In bonds of rapture, no more missed; Were two, now one. We coexist. In you I melt, forever be: There is no I or you, but we.

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The Room

Now Silence, to a voice once came, (So many years have passed since then), It found its purpose through her name, But Silence failed to quell his pen.

Within the Room, no Terror be, For Helplessness, she cried no more, And out the window, chanced to see That Hope could in the blue skies soar.

Shall fear not Anger; fears of Doubt? Where Love should live, now lingered Hate, To scream at Silence, “Let me out!” But Hesitation laughed, “Too late!”

Her voice was stronger, called Despise, And in return, the voice, now Mute, As tears of hatred filled his eyes He backed away. This heartless brute.

The Room, in friendship; company, Consoled the spirit best it could, And spoke kind words of sympathy, That he would leave. One day he would.

The Room would follow everywhere And never leave its childhood friend. The Room had promised, “I'll be there, And you protect. I will defend.”

Despise and Silence followed too, And played their games for many years, The Room impatient: What to do? It banished them! Now no more fears.

Then Silence ran, Despise would stay, But he was strong from scars he bore, Ignored her voice, he made his way: He stepped outside, and closed the door.

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His Letter and His Name

He pens his words, the nib well worn For many he has writ, His telling words, through love are born To tame this lover's wit. He writes with passion, every thought, They beat in perfect time, And flow in ink, the way they ought; Poetic in his rhyme. He thinks of her, throughout the day And then on into night, But in his letter, he can say The things of love's delight. So neatly folded, pressed and creased His secret words to hide, An aching love will never cease To touch him deep inside. Now to his love, he re-enacts Past sentiments the same: His cursive script, so sealed with wax, Emblazoned with his name.

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It was when …

I felt so lonely many times before, Those times when everything seemed out of place, And many times, I've felt there must be more, A special someone, someone to embrace.

Those times when everything seemed out of place; My heart was torn 'tween sorrow and despair: A special someone, someone to embrace, To somehow show that I could really care.

My heart was torn 'tween sorrow and despair, When every moment failed me; any chance To somehow show that I could really care, Was met with indecision's troubled stance.

When every moment failed me; any chance Of thinking I would find the one I sought, Was met with indecision's troubled stance, And hopelessness invaded every thought.

But now I've found my aching heart was true And many times, I've felt there must be more, Your love has made me whole now I've found you: I felt so lonely many times before.

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Your Hair

A single cut of ribbon, thin and black, Is neatly tired, secured in a bow, The symmetry and how it's folded back, Reflects perfection in the one I know, And through the slow pulled loop, it lay as though A posy tied, presented in a way To whisper secrets, words she wished to say, In tones and sighs, two lovers beg to share, And in my hands, across my fingers lay This precious gift, a golden lock of hair.

When time is cruel, and separation reigns Haphazardly with pangs of sorrow's spite, And loneliness runs rampant through my veins, I reach for you; Nay run, with hopes I might Resist this feeling, thus I hold you tight, And sense you in these soft and golden strands; The golden tress I hold within my hands. This gift you gave to me, a part of you, To touch, to smell, and as my heart commands, Now stems the tide of loss and pain subdue.

I close my eyes, and sense your body near, Imagining the words writ in your eyes, Erased, again rewritten with a tear, And gifted to me through your loving sighs. Yet though I yearn for you and time belies Your presence from me, still I truly know, That time will also heal, and even though It runs so slow; you're mine, your love, your care. For what I have from you my love, is; Oh … This precious gift, your golden lock of hair.

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No Need For Words

What would you think if I wrote you a verse That used no words to sound its little rhyme. No reason for the reading to rehearse, No reason for to speak in perfect time. My touch it keeps the meter, somewhat slow, Iambic, feel my breath upon your skin, Pentameter my fingers keep the flow, And with a kiss, each stanza will begin. And at the end of every crafted line, My hands will pause, sensations will abound To check the rhythm, knowing that you're mine, Continuing my verse without a sound. With motions that my poetry runs through; A cursive touch, to write my verse on you.

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Feline …

Whiskers tickle 'long your spine, Your arching back and purr divine, Kneading thoughts, sipped from the wine Of feline presence; know you're mine.

With eyes that gaze as you recline, And pupils dilate, all is fine, From growl to purr, the telling sign, My mouth is moist, prepared to dine.

Your natural instinct and because A love so wild will break all laws, Your taste to savor, clenched in jaws Of gentle petting, fervor soars.

Your agile movement slowly draws Me into you, the lion roars Now locked together, passion gnaws … A frenzied flurry of paws and claws.

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The Dress

The wait seems long, I check the time again. I'm somewhat anxious. Why's it take so long? Is all okay? Perhaps there's something wrong: Uncertainty and patience start to strain And suddenly, she's there before my eyes, A pirouette. Her eyes, the joy I see, Her smile that simply says “Dad, look at me!”

With little squeals and feign dramatic sighs, She tip-toes to the mirror (best be sure) : This way then that, yes perfect! In accord. She turns and faces me. I can't do more Than smile with teary eyes, and my reward?

A kiss on my cheek, for the dress she wore.

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