In The End~
“Show me a little more sin,” he said.
You knew the ways of men 
so you smiled,
giving him a wicked grin,
as you lifted your skirt,
and listed all the
things in your head you
would take from him
in the end.
by Philp Wardlow 2016
Category Archives: The EROTIC ZONE
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Desolate Dame
Desolate Dame~
You give him a grin
and forget it all when he
grabs a breast.
He smiles that same stellar smile
that trapped you so long
ago.
You sweat it all out through sexual labors
and forget…
all the moments meandering
constant in the frontal lobe of your brain that aches
to cut him loose and send him downstream
to go cascading off a cliff.
Yet you play the martyr to his Mussolini,
tied up and tortured in the town square,
while all the passerby’s look the other way.
Weakness.
Doesn’t become you.
Defiance should rule.
But yet you grin all over again
when he grabs your breast.
Philip Wardlow
In your pants
Romance exists,
just as much as bullshit exists,
to get into those tight pants you’re wearing,
but I want to stay and help with the laundry
and fold those pants with you later.
by Philip Wardlow 2016
Shake it
I wanted fries with that shake baby,
(she pulls out an order of medium fries from her cleavage)
(I take them)
Thanks, you may continue shaking.
(nom nom nom)
Any ketchup in there?
by Philip Wardlow 2016
Embrace
Embrace me
with a quiet desperation
as we dance.
For the music could stop
at any moment.
by Philip Wardlow 2016
Fill up my time fish
Fill up my time fish~
She said, “Fill up my time
while I wait for something
that I can finally keep
to drop on by.”
He said, “You’ll do,
you beautiful thing you,
now hurry , spread your legs as
my want of you is almost up.”
You are my novelty for the day,
the week, the month, the year,
as my desires
run their phases like the moon
runs its course across the skies
a hundred thousand million times.
You didn’t know it, but you did.
You hoped, but you still did.
Our original sin, over and over again.
That seems to be half the fun.
Are we all hobbies? Habits?
Frivolous fantasies and disastrous
desires run amok?
Dear affections that grab us like
a child holding tight to a goldfish
in a brand new bowl.
We all know what happens to that fish.
by Philip Wardlow 2016
Kissing you Violently
Kissing you Violently ~
This land is vast,
a kingdom of twists
and false turns,
full of dragons, goblins, trolls,
and all kinds of viciousness.
a kingdom of twists
and false turns,
full of dragons, goblins, trolls,
and all kinds of viciousness.
You are lost in it,
meandering to and fro.
Bogs, quicksand, dark woods
and sweeping storms rage
as you huddle in a hole
in a hollowed out stone hill.
Yet you travel on, for the storms
always settle for just a slice of time,
just a slice,
same as the monsters which stop in their
roaming, if only a bit.
Enchantments abound,
seemingly fair of nature,
always to turn to a curse
soon revealed,
as the invisible ropes
binding you deep on a pedestal
force a lucid sleep,
of nightmares you cannot place.
Knuckles bloodied
against a stone wall which
will never fall.
I punch.
See? Nary a chip.
So I climb…
Breath spent in exhaling
as lungs heave
with exertion
at muscles spent,
screaming with fatigue.
I find you sleeping.
Fitfully.
A beautiful wretch of a woman
The only kind I would
ever seek.
A Prince of Fools I may be
perhaps, but still a
knowing knight am I in the end,
for only a violent kiss
will bring you back to
life.
Not one of wishes
and hopes and dreams
or even love,
but one of a passion
to rival a thousand
wants and deeds.
And as I look to you
I am full of
violence
this day.
As I bend down
and kiss you violently
and kiss you violently
by Philip Wardlow 2015
Her Body –
Her Body
I noticed her body after her beguiling faced walked in.
It spoke and sang to me with a swaying of heavy hip action.
If only I could dial back my desire then the stars would align,
but the god given geometry wrapping around that frame
would make a chaste man wonder why he went insane
as he saw curves creating arcs upon arcs
intertwining to manifest into shapes
only nature could conceive.
In the lovely female form
there’s a weakness
in me because as she
walks across the room
I continue to gaze while my
rapture increases knowing her body is
hidden beneath thin layers that only deepen
the mystery of a softness that is surely there.
What if I were to simply let my hands wonder
where they wish to go, to peek lightly with
fingertips in a caress down her naked back
with all intent to travel on if my bold
desires permitted such an act.
I know my place, but she
will learn my charms,
she will see my face,
and look deep into
my eyes and
wonder if
tonight I
am her
fate.
By Philip Wardlow
Burn – A poem
Burn~
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 2015
Sexing you up on Friday the 13th – A poem
Sexing you up on Friday the 13th~
Hey you,
in those vicious black heels,
What kind of luck do I need to get them
off you, or pressed into me?
I see you in the broken mirror
bent over with all your
loveliness revealed.
What mojo are you channeling today?
What’s in that juju bag you are rattling
my way?
Black things, hidden things, shadowed
intentions of import,
all centered on the
sex enshrouded you.
It calls like a black cat down
the alley of discontent.
How lucky do I have to be?
Or unlucky, depending
on what lurks behind
those eyes.
I’m stepping on cracks, & going under
ladders trying to get you
in bed.
I’m daring like that,
besides you have to believe
in all that mumbo jumbo
for it to have power
over you,
and I’ve never been one
to think a simple number
ever held sway over me
regarding you.
Superstitious or not.
by Philip Wardlow 2015
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