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Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work, The EROTIC ZONE

Twirling

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The music in her was at first hard

to hear.

Until I stepped back and

just let her mind and body flee

from me,

Flying.

Her legs then found the floor

as her hips found the rhythm,

gyrating and winding,

the music flowed  towards her before my eyes

injecting  her,

setting up a syncopated resonance

within,

taking me away of what I thought

she was,

to the actual of her,

A wild whirling dervish,

a creature unbound in thought and nature,

Twirling.

A soul singing.

Fighting for a freedom

to just be.

Philip Wardlow 2017

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work, The EROTIC ZONE

When there is…

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When there is a connection
A lover is a lover
Like no other
I have seen it
I have felt it
I have been told
This
Can this connection
come and go, you
suppose?
I hope so.
For it often goes.
and goes
and goes
away.

Philip Wardlow 2017

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work, The EROTIC ZONE

I could Never

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I could never have chosen a more difficult woman.

Defiant brown eyes always challenging,

yet soften when I lean in with just the right words

whispered in your ear.

I may be scruffy but I know you secretly

like a man with a little hair and to warm

your hands with my own.

So, I will give you my best grin and tell you

I’ll swing by in the Falcon at eight

and we will travel to Dathomir

for a wild and fun filled date.

And never mind what Lando says,

for he’s just a Rogue  like me.

They can’t be trusted;

unless you have stolen their heart.

Know that you have, even

as you push me away to pull

me in tight.

I know you need a good kiss

and I have many to lend.

For I could never

leave you wanting

Unless it was all according

to my devious plan…. 🙂

 

 

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Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work, The EROTIC ZONE

Come Back as you Fall Away

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Autumn rose from languid bed, out of her naked repose

alongside my own.

Against the soft light of day the shadows lengthened

around her curves.

She turned to give a smile as her hair

fluttered in a wind that wasn’t there.

Leaning in, she whispered her discontent

with a delicate kiss, cool and crisp

meant only for me.

I saw her truly then,

a desperation sought after,

a sorrow borrowed,

a beguiling mystery to be followed

But eventually lost.

She was my season, my breath

drawn and exhaled so slowly

as to stop time in its tracks.

Yet, she fell away, eyes downcast

always knowing the direction

she would eventually go.

Don’t, I begged.

but instead live in me.

Through all the dark

and the cold to come, and scorching rays

of days

stay within,

stay within,

And come back to bed with me.

 

By Philip Wardlow 2016

 

 

 

 

 

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work, The EROTIC ZONE

My Killer Girlfriend

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Huntress

 

I knew the moment I spied you

that the devil lived behind those blues.

How long ago did you trap him, for

I see he’s itching to play.

It’s clear from our encounter,

your a girl who  can handle her boomstick

when it goes off with a kick.

Your grip on the gun is tight but loose as

silver bullets fill it, along with a gleam.

You smile that smile that I could die for as the

full moon rises, and

the day descends to glorious night.

My hand takes yours as we roam

the dank castle far beneath in the catacombs.

I’ll take the hammer,  you take the stake

as we take out a vampire or two on our first date.

When other monster’s wish to interlude upon

our first kiss your casual air and

sadistic flair with an axe

cannot be denied as the crimson droplets fly

in the midnight air….Oh, I think I’m in love!

Let’s not dawdle, let’s not hesitate in our fate.

For we have a rendezvous, me and you, and it involves

Frankenstein and the Wolfman’s  heads

on a plate.

 

by Philip Wardlow

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work, The EROTIC ZONE

I will

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I will not like everything you do

but I will still like you.

I will not love the moods you

fall into but I will

still love you.

I will see you as you are;

imperfect, unpolished, lost

but I will still take your hand

and squeeze it, letting you know I am

right there with you on that path.

I will laugh when you laugh, I will cry when you cry

I will hurt when you hurt,

through all the years

that we have left on this earth

I will.

There is beauty in you,

so much beauty

Like a child that sleeps

and dreams

of play and magical places to roam

and beasts to wrestle and hug

I will always be watching

you dream.

 

by Philip Wardlow 2016

 

 

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work, The EROTIC ZONE

Landscapes of You

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Landscape

Landscapes of You

As I rise at dawn

and look out upon this landscape

It’s got nothing on you babe.

The mountains can’t touch your heights which I climb

In the morning light and the fertile valley

below is where I’ll go to set up my campfire

and have a weeny roast every night.

Let me fall down hard against your snowy soft skin and make

snow angels with my tongue as I go deep in.

The rivers and streams that meander around me can’t

get any wetter than your bed as I lie at your shore .

Maybe I’ll take a swim in your deep lake and paddle

down to the waterfall where I hear it’s a gusher.

The field of you lays lush and fragrant with undulating

colors of flowering pink and red peonies swaying

enticingly before me as you gyrate those hips below,

stirring the four winds to blow

me away off this wind swept peak

that I cling to with barely a fingertip.

I’ve packed lots of rations, trail mix, water and

peanut butter cups to keep my energy up.

My hike is not over by far, because I’ve got many trails to cover.

I can’t leave any one spot untouched or ignored,

The beauty of this mysterious place I call

paradise must be explored.

The smell of clover and dandelions pervade my senses

as I drink your sweet scent in.

The nearness of you is nature in its most erotic essence

bottled in the pores of

your skin.

By Philip Wardlow

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work, The EROTIC ZONE

She Entered – Warning Erotic Content

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She entered the room
wearing red devil lingerie
gave me a smile
and removed the halo from her
head
and hung it upon the bedpost
telling me it would just get in the way.

She pushed me into the chair
that sat across from the bed.
Lingering, she bent in for a
kiss but instead gave
a bite
Then went to her knees.
Lips hard pressed against my cock
still held trapped in my pants.
She blew hard
Hot breath filtered and conveyed
through denim
A furnace to rival my own
Eyes cast up
Hands deft
Zip
Cock exposed, unlocked.
Sly grin as she grabbed with both
hands,
stare she still did
right into me
Relishing each tiny fragment
of this intimate moment.
Step by Step
she walked through my mind
Knowing my need.
I give her hers as
a fistful of hair filled my hands
and forced her down.
Then I entered the scene
and tore into her.

by Philip Wardlow 2016

by Philip Wardlow 2016
Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work, The EROTIC ZONE

Now

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Embracing the fear
The thrill
The escape
Adrenaline rush
Skin warming
You
Your body
Wanted
Must have
Now
No waiting
Who’s watching
Who may watch
I dont fucking care
Just bend over
Now

 

By Philip Wardlow 2016

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work, The EROTIC ZONE

Burn

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Let me learn you.
Let me take residence
in your mind
for the moment
and kick up my feet
next to the fireplace
inside of you.

Let me feed that fire,
stoke it…shift it,
sustain it as I warm myself.

What are the limits
you will climb to?
Will you burn the house down
to get to me?

Will you eat and eat like
a fire does.

Consuming everything
wanting more and more?

Go ahead.
For I will burn with you.

From deep red, to a pale yellow
to bright orange,
dancing and blinding
in the night.

I will burn with you
leaving nothing left
but ashes in the
end.

 

by Philip Wardlow 2016