All posts by Philip Wardlow

Philip Wardlow is a burgeoning ever growing writer and poet delving into all the various aspects of the human condition. His writing tastes run to the Erotic most recently. In the recent past he has written to the Dark Urban Fantasy & Horror Genre which he still loves as well. He likes to dabble in all the various forms of poetry; from the sexy to the humorous, to the profound and beautifully sentimental and reflective. He has only been at this chosen path for a few of years and has produced one Novella published as an Ebook on Amazon called “Roadkill”. He has submitted and continues to submit various stories and poetry works to publications for consideration. Philip is working on a collection of Erotic Poetry due out in 2021 in ebook form and perhaps in paperback. He is also concurrently working hard on his other passion; photography. Philip believes he can have each foot planted in two distinctly different worlds of creativity there by inciting new ideas and growth at the same time in both.
Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work, The EROTIC ZONE

Taken – an Erotic Poem

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Taken –
In silent repose in bedtaken
she read.
Night enshrouded her.
Eyes heavy from the day
as sleep was soon to come.
*
*
A creaking of the stairs
revealed of his approach
A small kiss goodnight
then to leave again as always…alas
*
*
Book put aside as he entered,
his handsome rugged smile
found hers as he approached
bedside.
*
*
A light kiss on full lips
along with his lingering cologne
clinging to his pores
caused her to sigh inside.
*
*
Light kiss turned to an insistence
pressure as a rough hand found
her breast…squeezing hard in intention.
*
*
Blankets flung back,
quick hands grabbed at panties
pulling them down thighs, to calves
to feet, then off in a flick.
*
*
Dark brown eyes dilated to drink her
in like a heady red wine.
*
*
Strong hands grabbed at knees forcing
legs open wide,
asking for no permission.
Head dove between thighs
sweetly kissing her other lips.
*
*
She bucked and thrashed as
his attentions below
had taken her well in hand.
The dance with tongue so delicate and
precise.
*
*
He grabbed both her arms by the wrist,
holding them tight at her sides to calm
the body that could not resist
the rising within.
*
*
She rode on wave after wave,
with each successive one ever higher.
*
*
His ardor had risen complete as his
hardness moved up her thighs
pressing, wanting a deep kiss of its
own.
*
*
His eyes found hers as he
entered, sliding into her tight wetness
They moaned in unison at the shared
pleasure as he filled her with him.
*
*
Time evaporated for the next
minutes or hours as he owned her.
Completely.
He was denied nothing as he took
her savagely, pushing and pulling
himself into her.
Biting a shoulder, or her neck, enveloping
a breast with his mouth.
No part of her body was left untouched.
In this instant he lived within her body
This was his domicile to come and go as
he wished.
*
And she welcomed it all…
by Philip Wardlow 2014
Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

The Santo Mon – A Political Poem

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The Santo Mon-  

 

Monsanto.
Yeah Mon…You know the one.
Mon
san
to.

Remember it.
Founded in 1901 by
a rich family full of ambition.

Your grandmother’s mother washed
her linens with one of their first brands
and hung them to dry in the warm
afternoon sun.
ALL, the detergent of the ages.

Other products flew off the shelf.
Who do you think made Coca Cola taste so
sweet?
Saccharin, supplied by the Santo Mon.
Here, have a drink.

It set them up real good for what was to come.

If your head was aching, grab some Aspirin.
Pop a little salicylic acid to turn that frown
upside down.

Why stop there Mon, because chemicals were theirAgentOrangeDumping
specialty ya know;
DDT, PCBs, Agent Orange by the barrel load.

Ya see, the US government had this little war in Vietnam,
They had this idea that they could keep down the Vietcong
simply by killing off all the foliage mon.

All it did was deprive the good citizens of growing food,
causing them to flee to the city
where they crammed into
the slums by the millions.

The Santo Mon knew the dangers of what he sold, it was all in the notes as the studies showed; what it did to animals surely it could do to us,
cuz we be but animals as well bro.

Those wonderful products broke the bodies of the natives living there
and the vets who came back.

Woe be war, but woe be more the chains you still wear, for it never be over for some.

Misshapen babes born to proud
Papas and Mamas who are already themselves half in the grave.

Kiss your wife dear solider and hug her tight, for something burns inside you and it ain’t
never coming out.

It’s gonna strike
When?
Who knows.
Today,
Tomorrow.

But you will be the fool
to feel Santo cares about your
welfare.

Don’t hold your breath if you don\’t want to turn blue.
Men in suits;
lawsuits been settled they say,
reparations be done.

Some say it would have been better
to have pissed into the wind to get what
the victims won.

Go about your way,
we be the New Monsanto
all improved.

Our business is growth and nature.
We want to show you the way.
The New Santo Mon only engineers seeds nowadays.

Oh, you haven’t heard that story either?
Well sit down my friend I’ve got a lot
more unpleasant things to say

 

by Philip Wardlow

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Instruments of Us – A Poem

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SwirlingInstruments of Us –

 

Mind, mouth, eyes and hands;

all potential  instruments of

sin.

If left unchecked.

Wantoness awaits

Mind your mouth.

Keep your eyes cast in their proper place

Keep your hands

at your side,

Lest it give rise to illegal transgressions

on this wild ride.

Always fighting the feelings.

Always fighting the weakness from within.

Why not follow the beat, beat, beat of that other instrument

so often ignored.

The heart, heart, heart…

It sings true,

even it is

a fool.

But yet it does tend to keep the other

instruments in line

from time to time.

 

 

by Philip Wardlow 2014

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Another World – A Poem

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WaterGirl

 

Another World –

 

Always a flash she is,

the light  of the moon catching her at times

when I am out upon the dark deep waters

of the great sea.

I remember locking eyes with her once.

Just once.

A look which pulled at my soul.

A look of wanting, a look

of yearning to approach,

to be seen, to be known,

to be not so alone in

the darkness

below.

Fortune to find me,

but fate made us all fools to believe.

She another life force

beating in an alien world.

Where she dwells, I cannot go, nor can she

venture out.

Locked away in the skittering

of the waves

below.

Just as I am locked in the salt stung air above

never to mingle

never to dance

never to share

a kiss as

the need arises.

 

by Philip Wardlow  2014

 

 

 

 

 

 

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

A Kiss – A Poem

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A Kiss –

Soft but insistent…mirroring ,

playful, yet sensual , wet, probing and tasting

with tongue just ever so lightly….

heated and wanting… pheromones and testosterone exchanged

in the mingling of saliva,

exciting synapses

and releasing of endorphins…ah yes

the Kiss.

 

by Philip Wardlow 2014

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Something I do in my off time

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WMFA_FencingGroup2014A

 

 

Here’s a little a something I started doing earlier this year. FENCING!…It’s something I have always wanted to try. I just finished my last class this last Thursday in June and I loved every minute of it. The people I trained with at West Michigan Fencing Academy there were great and the instructors were awesome.

I went for about 14 weeks non-stop and it was one of the best experiences I have ever had. I learned so much  and  sweated a lot at times.   I hope to go back come September in the Fall when classes resume.

I love the friendly competition that it brings about and the support of your classmates and teachers…All in all a fun time.  Now I can write what I know as they say in regards to some sword play in any of my stories….:)

 

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Spinning – A Poem

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Spin

 

Spinning –

 

The little blue eyed blond girl told

me it made her smile

to see the top spin.

A thousand colors coalescing and mingling

in infinite layers

as it made this little blonde girl grin.

Broader than the Milky Way

with pearls of white undamaged

yet by tooth decay.

Gloriously it stretched across her face and

there was no finer secret to be had in the universe

that day.

 

by Philip Wardlow 

 

 

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Awesome Art by Blule

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Blule Marvel Collection

 

 

http://blule.fr/

 

 

Check out the amazing artist Blule at the above link….she’s fucking awesome….:)

 

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Words of Discontentment – A poem

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Words of Discontentment –Jester

I will just sit here and smile
like a marionette
with a painted on grin.

Shall that make you happy?

Nothing is wrong.
Seeeeeeeee….:)
I’m smiling just for you.
Aren’t I a good little boy?

Why should there ever be anything wrong?
Yes. Yes. Pat me on the head
All is fine in Whoville.
Why talk when
you can just
live in your own world of favored
opinions that works
just for you.

Judge me. Throw me away.
I have no friend.

I would hold your hand as you
walked through hell.

But you would kick me there
just to not be offended by
my presence you have already
deemed unworthy of your
company.

I guess I didn’t rate.
I guess the present I brought to
the party was found wanting
from the rest.

I guess I thought too much
of a friendship that was never
there.

by Philip Wardlow