Category Archives: The EROTIC ZONE

My Dreamcatcher


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She enchanted me
pulling me into her dreams
No moment in time clearly defined
when it came to her
From Iguanas spelled with an E
Hoola Hoops spinning
Trampoline jumping to blue skies
To dancing in the kitchen
…please come see,
all the many talents that reside in her
She’s a spitfire and a rogue,
who doesnt like to do as she’s told
“Mucho mean Maria” takes no prisoners
Fearless of heights, but won’t walk a frozen pond,
Yet, she’ll dance on and on to our
favorite song long after everyone
is gone from the floor.
A tenacious Princess with a kiss
full of spells that intertwine and weave and reach deep into me.
She’s magical, a delicate delight
that’s why I intend to make
her my wife.

By Philip Wardlow 2018

 

With you


I met you with a kiss and a dance
and that’s how I will always want it with you
soft red lips on mine
and a melody
to move us fast or slow
Living in the passion
playing in that playground
of music and light touch
little girl
So take my hand so I can always
twirl you to the moon
and watch you fall back to me
with that beautiful mischievous smile
on your face
that holds me like
no other woman
possibly ever could.

 

by Philip Wardlow 2018

My View of You


 
Bright reds
Calming blues
Exploded
In my head
Crazy swirling futures
Abounded when you came
Into view
Hope returned
Tender thoughts flowed
simply knowing you existed
in this world
You brought me to my knees
Seeking something
close to you
If it could not be you
Oh,
If it could not be you
Let it be something
Close to you.
Please see
You are my direction
I seek,
My compass
Following
True North
I have become a
free spirit forever
flowing down
a lazy river to your
final embrace
of your
welcoming shores
by Philip Wardlow 2018

She Was and Is


I could call her a flash of lightening
cuz she blinded me back then
oh she blinded me good.
I still need my seeing eye dog
to get
me to and from.

She turned my head
whiplash fast
entering that room
Now when she enters the bedroom, oh
its my doom.
I hope the doctors
are standing by because I’m
gonna need revived
after she uses me up.
Again.

I tell her she doesn’t
realize how beautiful she is.
How her smile catapults
my heart.
How her dark green eyes
slam into me like
an unseen force

Words come hard at times
So, So hard
When did I ever get so lucky
When did I ever deserve such as you.
Don’t pull that rug from under me.
Let me stand here
just holding you
just knowing you
forever
You are my favorite dish
of ice cream, I linger
slowly in tasting

You are my home, my creature comfort
You are my heartbeat.

You Are the one.

 

By Philip Wardlow 2018

 

 

 

 

 

 

Throwaway


Throwaway –

You are tortuously pretty,
but that’s never been enough.

I shall entertain you for the night
and you shall pay, oh you
shall pay and you shall love
the purchase.

I will stroke your ego
as you hold it tight
and stroke mine.
But please don’t get attached to “it”
nor I
For I don’t have time for such frivolities

I will listen, I will see you, I will care
for that is who I am,
at heart
But you in the end,
you are
a snack, a mere morsel.
That could never satiate.

I will smile, I will laugh as appropriate,
and convey every nuance to let you
know where my interests lay, but really,
its all just a lie.

You are wanting
wanting of something I could never give

My heart, dear
My heart

Though it beats.
It beats free.
Free of a pain
I never want to venture
to ever endure
or see again.

I have thrown that possibility
far far away from me.

by Philip Wardlow 2018

***Character treatment for erotic novel I am writing this year

Beautiful Drop Dead Dizziness


I won’t complain at the tiredness
in my eyes and befuddled brain,
because of the late night tryst
you and I partook of
when the clothes
came off.
as you electrify
all my senses
in one intense
sequence of
events starting with
a drawn out kiss
full of delicious
heart felt
endearing sweet
recklessness
and abandon
that even after
being gone from you
a day, or an hour or two I find
I miss.
Wholehearedly and objectively.
Profusely, never obtusely
I see that I am good
for you and you are
good for me
You are just
the right kind
of drop dead
dizzy.

By Philip Wardlow 2018

I Hunger


 

You walk the forest deep
Little Red
For I follow in my silent creeping
Oh, what a poor innocent creature
You be
Did noone tell you
You should not tread
these woods alone?
I have not tasted
one such as you in
A long while
and
My tongue drips
as I lick my
lips in anticipation
in making a meal
of you this morn.
Will you scream, will you run
Will you cry as you fall
fall upon
the ground
With me above
And you beneath
Snap goes
a hidden branch beneath my feet!
You turn,
Eyes wide,
Yet not afraid,
You move in close
Drawing me into
A warm embrace
With a wicked
grin bringing me
to the ground and
your open
Legs.
You are no innocent
Little Red

By Philip Wardlow 2018

The Dance


 

The beat,
the beat,
it slipped
it bit
me
Then you
crooked your finger
and
your eyes showed
me that world
Of yours
All red and vibrant
Sex and Kisses
and whispers
And breath play,
decadent back rooms
where I snuck
In every chance I could get.
Now,
here we are.
Close in
while the music
wraps us
Binds us
suddenly
I see the wonderment
of my previous
worlds thought forgotten
Just fall away
Into your
Eyes
And I want to
follow it all
To the root of you
And dance
there
Til the end
Of my days.

 

by Philip Wardlow 2018

What a Woman wants


What a Woman Wants~
She walks on by in her tight skirt,
as my brown eyes drink her in and
I say to myself, so it begans.
She smiles and I smile back,
I say hello in a way so she knows that
she matters in this moment to me.
I’m in engaged in her form, her voice.
Her smell of cinnamon must surely
taste like her lips if I were to kiss them.
I make you laugh as I tell you you’re the
sweetest girl I‘ve ever met and that I might just have
to take you home and put you on my toast in the morning
instead of my blackberry jam.
Would I be too forward if I took you by the hand
and looked into your eyes and told you to trust
me with  your whole heart as I wiped
away a tear from the tale you told
me of your last man.
You see, I see you.
I get you, I see your quirks,
I see your moods, I see your passions
and I’m right there baby
Right next to you and I’m
not going anywhere
Now come over here
and let me show you
what love is my
Dear.
By Philip Wardlow 2017

Nothing More


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Nothing would tell me more
about you
than a kiss.
For it would lead my psyche
into yours
on multiple levels
and roads
of desire yet to be explored.
I would know the Intent
of you
The passions wanting to
unfurl and
envelope me in them
I would feel the tensions
dissolve within you
as you grasp at my
nature
as I grasp at yours
My lips upon you,
my hands
gently holding
your cheeks as
you smile at the discovery
of a connection
long sought
long fought
in your soul
All this would be found
in a kiss
Yet, here I am
far across the room
for that
never to
be discovered.

By Philip Wardlow 2017