“Objects in life, be it a story,poem,or photograph, which are filled with a perfect passion reminds and guides us to strive for a portion of it…” – by Me
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All of It – A Poem
All of It ~
She’s everything,
cute, luscious,devine
wickedly mischievous
a show off, and needy,
funny yet pinch your nipples
serious at times
A passionate soul,
with a demanding nature to be
nurtured and loved and
hugged.
Eyes which twinkle yet bore
into yours, wanting
and wanting
more
and more and more
Damn she’s a chore.
But oh boy, when she asks for
more.
You know what I mean
You smile, because you want to
give it.
With her, your in it.
Deep….balls and all.
To the wall…to the floor…
in her arms and she in yours
and is there any
better place to be?
by Philip Wardlow
Haikus of many flavors
Skipping ~
My mind skips to you,
Hip kick, quippy smile girl
I try not to trip.
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My Hands ~
I smile knowingly,
her breasts were made for my hands
As were other parts.
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Whispers ~
Hidden words whisper,
As her soul shouts to be heard
Mirror doesn’t tell.
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Little Kitten ~
Kittens fangs are short
Paws petite, but claws sharpened
Feral to the bone.
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Fire ~
Roaring fires burn
buried deep in the mind
my eyes shine with it.
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Red Wine ~
Keyed up in body
Red mixed with red finds the head
as my eyes find you.
By Philip Wardlow
Come with Me – A poem
Come with Me –
I want to go with you in a field of flowers today,
so come away with me and we’ll play.
Grab your mitt, ball, and bat and
don’t forget to feed the cats.
Home plate will be the old tree stump, it’s still
serves as a reminder to our lives where
many a memory still reside.
First base will be the weeping willow where we have
dazed under on many a hot summer day in its shade.
Second base will be the corner of the old red barn where
we have ventured with our son and taught him how to explore
life just for fun.
Third base will be the edge at a bend in a forgotten stream
that has been flowing for years with all our dreams.
It still sparkles as the sun over high catches the ripples as
it flows by.
So come with me this day
For with you there’s always time to play.
By Philip Wardlow 2013
Taken – an Erotic Poem
Taken –
In silent repose in bed
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
Another World – A Poem
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
Mad Men, Angry Women – A poem
Mad Men, Angry Women –
She smiled when she first met you.
You smiled back just as easily.
Why did that smile slowly fade
into a rictus of a grimace?
Why did the feelings encapsulated
in those smiles dissolve and morph into
something menacing and mad.
At what point did they take that turn
downward?
Did you let the history between you two
add up in the negative?
Math is a fickle thing when you let
yourself cheat.
How many blind eyes do you have?
How many lives have you left?
What are you allowed?
Think on it, and remember to smile
while your doing it.
by Philip Wardlow 2014
A shot – A small Poem
A Shot-
I took a double shot of her,
downed her in one gulp at the bar,
smooth tasting …
then I placed the shot glass gently down and walked away…
by Philip Wardlow
Great Video on Life and Love..it just may make you smile or cry or both.
Watching you Read – An erotic love Poem
Watching you Read –
Eyes downcast.
Intent.
Hardbound book in hand,
fingers lay splayed around its spine
caressing it with a familiar grip.
An upward curl of your lips,
as baby blues dilate
momentarily
to drink in the words upon the page.
What adventure do you ride into?
What romance causes the rush I
see to come to pale pink cheeks?
Does the beat of your heart quicken, as
the rising action lifts your senses to the edge,
only to send you cascading off a cliff?
You are a mystery written in a foreign tongue, a conundrum, an enigma, a puzzle
within a puzzle.
Had I the time
to spy all my days
as you luxuriate with knees
drawn up in quiet
meditation,
lost in a world of someone’s else’s
creation.
I would count myself a very
lucky man.
by Philip Wardlow 2014
Ain't no rest for the Wicked - Philip Wardlow - The real and the sensual sides to life in all its facets.. 