“I don’t want her perfect in body, nor perfect in mind or her soul. I just want to meander through the wild that is her and have an adventure” by Philip W.
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Quote of the Week –
“The reality of you was just a doctored picture of a scene that never happened….”
~ Quote by Me this time…:)
I wish
I wish ~
I wish many things…
I wish to have my cake and eat it to….
I wish to write write write and give people a little of my unique insight
I wish to have you in every sense of the word.
but I dream…I wish…I conjure
I mark my time….I bide it well….and wait for that fish.
to come swimming by my net….
to pull him up and put him on my boat
I just hope my hand does not slip as I try
to get a sure grip on that tiny little fishy
How sad it would be to see
my wish fall back
to the dark
dark sea
beneath.
By Philip Wardlow 2015
Perspective
You have so many years to discover others and yourself…
Life is never all about one thing…not sex..not love…not possessions…not knowledge…its everything; comingled into one great perspective that is unique just for you and sometimes you can meet that person who gets you a little and you get them and you share that perspective together and at that same time learn each other. Then that perspective shifts again for you both..and you sync up.
That’s more than love…that’s a mystery and its beautiful….:)
Your eyes – A poem
Your eyes ~
Your smile is a lie
Your laugh is a lie
Your mouth is a lie.
But your eyes, yeah,
your eyes,
they never tell a lie.
Look away, look at me at deeply,
look at another, or at
me with disdain.
A broken dirty window to the soul
to climb through into you.
But I don’t wish to get cut.
The rules of you are a fickle thing at best,
written on a chalkboard always soon to be erased
and replaced anew.
Your eyes always give fair warning, like the
lighthouse as it swings around 360 degrees,
as I bob and bounce in my little boat offshore.
The signal is clear in your gaze
or lack thereof
It’s crystalline blue.
and bright.
And will light my way out of this
maze that is you.
Philip Wardlow 2015
A spanking ensues….my most risqué Erotic poem ever? Nope – Adult Content be warned
A Spanking Ensues…
A smirk, a flick of the hair, a defiant look with an akimbo stance.
Whether it’s a raised voice,
or a direction not followed correctly or in a timely
manner.
All these belligerent bratty overtures
directed my way
earn you a strike upon an ass
properly presented upon my command.
Test me.
Stinging slap soon to be followed by a loud
sweet smack.
Every incident, a blow up your ass cheeks,
every palm placed with ferocity
to put you in your place.
Your hips upon my knees, ass facing up at me, hard cock pressed against your stomach, for I relish this.
Pussy wet…
I can feel you drip…drip…drip
As the electrical lines of force
travel from hand to buttocks
to course into your core
soaking you from the inside out.
I smile to myself, arm poised high,
waiting….taunting…teasing,,,,escalating
the scene.
Because I know
in your soul
you need this, relish it.
as you embrace the familiar pain like a
a long lost friend.
And we are both content
By Philip Wardlow
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
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
Eeyore’s quiet Sad Rage – A poem
This poem is for all those who have ever felt left out, unloved, neglected, uncared for or ever underappreciated…we all have been Eeyore at least once in our lives I am imagining –
Eeyore’s quiet Sad Rage –
Pooh has Piglet, tight friends to the
end.
Roo has his mum and oft’ times Tigger’s
bouncing annoying presence.
Rabbit has his attitude of
self-importance.
and Owl, his arrogant wisdom
as he sits in his tree.
Christopher Robin visits, but rather
infrequently.
The Hundred acre woods are a lonely place for a donkey.
Thistle only comforts so much.
The wind whistling through the trees
is a pale companion.
I have much poetry to recite,
much I wish to say, hugs I wish to share
and smiles to give.
Perhaps my worth shall be found
one day by eyes
that see more than past the noses
on their own heads.
Until then I will meander and mope
because that is what is expected
of me.
by Philip Wardlow 2014
I seek Elpis – A Poem
I Seek Elpis –
The Spirit of Hope, Elpis, flew,
last out of that Jar which Pandora had opened,
yet it flew.
Always playing catch up to the despair and destruction
the foul ones had left in their wake,
yet it came.
On gossamer wings of gold
to lit upon the fragile souls
earthly bound.
Diseased, destitute, or almost dead,
Bereaved, broken, or branded.
It found them in the highest of heights
to the darkest holes or pitted caves.
Yet it found them.
Know that the foul ones who sap the will are many.
Know that the foul ones who drive down the heart be strong.
Yet, Elpis’ limits are limitless
when called to.
You simply have to seek it and
it will be appear.
by Philip Wardlow
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