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That thing she does


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

All in Baby


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

Desire for You


It’s everything,
this desire for you.
Warmth pervading,
breath catching,
a tight tension of need
to be close.
Cashmere has nothing on the softness
of your pale skin as
two fingertips trace
lines from out to inner
thighs.
Your hips fill my hands all the
while your sweet cinnamon
smell wraps around, clutching,
drawing me in closer
to delve the depths
of you, in all the secret
tastes you offer
your only lover,
me.
So you better know
this desire for you tonight
shall not go to waste.

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

Haikus The progression of us


 

Kissing
Fate beckoned, smiling
Boldness overtook my lips
close in with a kiss

Twirling 
Your smile spun in me
Twirling your essence freely
When music found us

Friendship
Parts of you unfold
Soft thoughts grabbing at your life
Pulling me in tight

Intimate
Eager hands stripping all
Bodies apart now are one
Blissful connection

Apart
Your return long sought
Never fated together
yet always wished for

Reunion
A gift like lightning
Struck, never to recover
Weak and wanting more

New Year
Your thoughts in shadow
My thoughts focused on your eyes
forlorn and wanting.

Realization
Tears flowed in close trust
Tore down walls revealing love
A tender touch found

Futures
Intertwined steps dance
Newfound melodies captured
Hand to heart to mind

 

by Philip Wardlow 2018

To and Fro


 

To and fro
she went,
from home to work,
then work to home.

Petted her cat, read her books,
and sat alongside a man she loved
who didn’t really see
the aurora borealis
of blues, greens,
and flits of purple
and passionate reds.
that resided in her.
looking for release.

But to bed she went
for a fuck and perhaps a
little bit of luck
that a spark would ignite
a connection
that would light
the days of her dark
wonderings of a life
long sought.

That he would come to see
her,
and love her the right way,
the way she always dreamed
it should be.

yet, still even now
she goes to and fro
Ever hopeful of a different
outcome than before
legs still open
heart still open
with eyes still burning
all those dancing
colors within.

by Philip Wardlow 2018

**character study for Erotic Novel working on for this year.

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

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

Mischievous Summer


“Pull, pull, pull the strings of my heart,” she said, “just you pull off these clothes that seem to be in the way between you and me, and I will gladly give you what you pretend to see.”

In your ear, I shall whisper, “Dear, dear, dear , my love knows no bounds, for a dalliance with you is truly profound, well except until the morn. Then it’s on to that cute blonde. You know the one you yourself were with just last week down the street.”

Ah summer,
A fickle thing, a merry thing, a melancholy sad thing
tis almost like that hot beach breeze that whipped on
by as I licked vanilla ice cream off your thighs
It all mingling in my mouth as a gritty sweetness.

You laughed then, telling me that was a ticklish spot
I have since learned of more places upon your
skin where my tongue likes to wander about
and cause you to laugh along with other
sounds…

My grin always matched your grin
as the twinkle in my eyes mirrored yours
in return.
Partners in the clandestine
hand in hand
with a twist of the knob
we entered
into that waiting bedroom
in sweet anticipation
always knowing in
our minds
our mischievous summer
soon would end.

by Philip Wardlow 2017

Seeing You


If I were a blind man
and had only a touch
to trace a picture of you
I would kiss you first
as I made a joke
My lips against yours
along with a feather stroke
of my hand against
a fully rounded cheek
I would be in that smile
as I breathed your
essence in.
A flock of goosebumps
springing up upon your skin.
as a fingertip slowly just ever so
traveled down a
shoulder and arm to
trembling hands
in anticipation of
wants to come.
Your body leaning in
your curves filling into
the niche of me.
A puzzle complete.
Heat transfers
Coalescing
Two minds mingling
You are a picture
complete, with other eyes
that have always
seen you.

by  Philip Wardlow 2017