I’m coming with,
if
we’re close in death
and your spirit wants
to go before
I’ll be hugging you tight
as the heroin goes in us
both
Then my dear friend
with my hand in yours
we’ll let that
euphoric concoction
swim through
to envelop to a quiet warmth
until we walk off that
cliff
And we go flying
High
High
High
Away
Letting go
in search of the
far
far
far
away.
By Philip Wardlow 2018
She’s my porcelain princess,
precious and breakable
smooth like soft white cashmere
I love her most
wrapped naked up
under a blanket
Let me get it in under
and keep you warm
Let me get
In you
and ignite
that body
Setting it off
to melting
Drip, drip, dripping
Pale, snow thighs
opening
As I settle into my
home away from
home
Where, there is no place like you.
My caramelness
mingling,
In your pinkness,
My amber hands exploring
Pearly curves
waiting to be found
as I delve deep
into your embrace softly
electric
Your kiss kinetic,
falling with potential
Into you as you beg
for more and more
of me.
And oh,
I give it to
My little porcelain girl
It’s the best when
your need of me
matches my own
for you.
When our passions
demands the best
of us
to open up,
seeking our truths
that we can only reveal
in those delicate
secret hours
between dusk
and dawn.
Coming out either
In the deep penetration
of the physical
or the soft
pulling of intimate
words exchanged
with a kiss.
No love comes
closer.
Cuz I always
strive for those
feels
And you are
the best
at the
giving
I have ever known.
By Philip Wardlow 2018
My world is a colorful multitude
Spinning
An intense electric ecstasy mixed with shallow peaks of disassembled anger
covered with the taint of unfocused sadness
I swim through admiration of a love language
overflowing .
Yet fearful of drowning in inadequacies
of not being good enough
That it will all fall apart
every single stitch to come
undone
leaving the garment
in loose piles upon
a cold uncaring floor.
Yet, trust leads to anticipation
Possible acceptance
I choose you
over and over again
I choose you
with vigilance
I choose,
Steadfast,that love
can win
while the
rest continue
to spin.
by Philip Wardlow 2018
Her face is always shadowed
in my dreams
Yet, if I ever saw her in
the waking world
I know she would shine
like warm magic
radiating across
a darkened room
like a beacon.
No matter the distance I
stood,
her gaze
would find my own
staring into the heart
of her.
Deep and knowing,
she would see
that missing part
long sought
Seen only in her own dreams of me.
I would kiss her then,
without a doubt.
My hands on her waist
pulling her in,
just ever so.
No resistance would come
Only a heavy sigh
of her finally
coming home.
by Philip Wardlow 2018
There is no doubt, not an ounce
that some of my atoms were compressed
tight to the millionth of magnitudes
against some of yours
Kissing, real French like
if you know what I mean,
in that coalescing, condensed
cosmic cloud
out in the lonely dark
in an endless time.
Then Bam!
We were torn apart
just about when
I was almost
to second base
You were gone,
Far flung.
We both did our own thing then
for eons, on top of eons
Flying in a comet or two,
playing in the solar winds
making new friends
and losing a few to
the gravity of
a Universe slowly,
ever slowly coming
into view.
But, I still remembered you
in all my travels…
that energy, that vibrating
frequency, that was
a signature all your own
I felt it out there
amongst all the seeming chaos,
I felt you.
And now you have come
to sidle up tight
against me once again.
So let’s start over with that kiss
and let the planet we now
find ourselves on,
spin and spin and spin.
by Philip Wardlow 2018
Long hair, thick thighs
Open innocence,
with intense eyes
Soft curve to the hips
delicate lips to kiss
Inviting ass to smack
Small breasts, nipples erect
pointing,
Beckoning me to come close
Your need is programmed in
as you smile just so
nude in relaxed repose,
Legs opening with expectation seeking further investigation
laying newly gifted upon my bed,
On cue, she says ,” What would you have me do, this body is yours and yours alone, take of me of what you will, for I am just your Sex Doll, forever and ever in need of only you.”
“Wrong,” I say
You own me as much as I own you,
for your design from top to bottom
has caused me to become undone
It holds me in thrall
Complete.
Let’s both seek fulfilling
and delicious trouble
my little sex doll.
By Philip Wardlow 2018
My Red can be annoying,
unconsciously ignoring,
as she falls into a world all
her own
with me almost fully removed
as she dips her toes
into that other place, that’s
hard to reach when she’s in it.
But I’m not a thin skinned,
needy meek man
I have my own thing
and she gives me the me in me
that I need to be.
Besides, I like when she goes there
for it’s beautiful to see
that intensity
that determination
to grab part of life
Her life.
I love that most about her,
It’s inspiring.
Oh, and when she finally looks up
and gets up
and saunters over smiling
mischievously
I know that the
attentions gonna
soon be all on me.
by Philip Wardlow 2018
I don’t know all the cards held
in all the hands across the land
But I bet on you
in every shuffle,
every deal.
I’ll bet my pain,
I’ll call my fears,
I’ll raise the table with
my convictions,
and I’ll go all in with
my heart.
No bluffing going on
I hold a high hand,
and a relaxed smile
while I think
on all my winnings
I’m about to take home
tonight
in you.
by Philip Wardlow 2018
I got reasons and I have none
For the times I smile and the times
I dont
But please know, you saved
The melancholy man in me
Yes, you surely did save
this melancholy man.
That kiss you give,
those eyes that see me
Truly
You saved me
And my muddling mind
It’s coming to focus again
On the wonder
The rare,the magic,
the potential
And hope in everyone
I feel it rising
like my
Love for you
Already has.
So stay forever my sweetness
And keep this
melancholy man
company
By Philip Wardlow 2018
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she writes
A Wheel of Time Community
Health, Reflection, and Poetry for the Journey of Life
Dating, Poetry, and More
Ignorance is bliss / truth is necessary / rust in the soul
Where writers gather
Realise your innate perfection
poetry, fiction, and musings
Poetry
Erotic Fantasies
Let Your Eyes Do The Talking...
A Place to share My Love for Painting, Design, and Pottery
Hiking with snark in the beautiful Pacific Northwest 2011 - 2013
Reviews, raves, and rants. It's all about the books we read
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Ain't no rest for the Wicked - Philip Wardlow - The real and the sensual sides to life in all its facets.. 