I’ve always had expectations from the first time we met realised our dreams forged in conflict on life’s anvil the world keeps spinning even when you let go although my head is spinning as it all slows down the forge cools my dreams keep recurring I don’t want to wake up to the possibility of diminished expectations and forgotten memories ……. but still I linger for the dreams to become real expectations
© 2018 michael d emmerich
the house stands all alone on the hill shuttered and drawn I approach in darkness all is locked, silent and dark I seek some way in but to no avail no one answers my knocking a sliver of light at an upstairs window a shadow beckons is this the glimmer of hope that will open the door? I patiently wait …..
© 2018 michael d emmerich
a home coming poem for my beloved … (PG rated) – followed by the gorgeous voice and lyrics of Skylar Grey – Coming Home, Part II
coming home home coming coming at home beautiful expressions amazing spaces gorgeous times always returning for more always coming ….. home
© 2017 michael d emmerich
For all those traveling at this time of the year, travel safely as you journey to friends and family … as for me I will be with my family for New Years 🙂
Now listen to the haunting gorgeous voice of Skylar Grey
bend that bow draw that string pluck that apple aim straight and true no telling what may happen as the apple balances precariously on that head lived vicariously pierced deliciously desirous of heaven’s gate? pierced to the core bitten off more than one should swallow all a quiver as eden’s gate beckons
© 2017 michael d emmerich
where the neck meets the shoulder the head slowly turns creating mysterious shadows and hollows the extension of her leg as she reaches rising, pushing grasping, holding the swell of her breasts as she slowly inhales and then oh, so exquisitely exhales the allure of the thigh disappearing upwards towards that mons aahhh the beauty of it all …. with those dangerous alluring curves
© 2017 michael d emmerich
creeping relentlessly onward
with its hunger
yet to be sated
only tamed by the belief
of that seductive attraction
pulling opposites into orbit
closer and closer
until two worlds collide
exploding in a frenzy of passion
battered and bruised shattered and drawn fading away into the gray dragged down those deepest depths the fear is real sleep escapes only but a heartbeat away from what I don’t know headlong crashing into life fading away from the blue hearts are breaking I can feel it, can you let me carry your sorrows let me shed tears for you and take them when they come
© 2017 michael d Emmerich
A poem written after being away from my love for 3 months, and am now finally heading home … 🙂
a trail of discarded clothes leads to a pit of desire primal urges released tenderness and lust a little bit of animal is exposed conflicting emotions tender caresses unleashing sweat, tears, yearning and savagery bitten by love drowning in our love as I drink of you sated yet still hungry drenched in love and lust we sleep
© 2017 michael d emmerich
time spent apart is lost in life’s forgotten mist never to be recovered lost but not forgotten distance …. makes the heart grow distant bridging the gap of miles never comes easy broken bridges, rebuilt over time broken memories need to be stronger than any broken bridge absence …. makes the heart grow absent times cloak of darkness descends and masks light, love and memories build memories must be built to withstand the storms of life when miles come between love like time is constant
© 2017 michael d emmerich
I wrote this poem last year… and at present, I am away from my love on an extended project, and I really miss her touch, smell, closeness… Nothing can beat the touch, caress and closeness of a loved one. Skype and Facetime cannot compete. Miss you my love ..
welcome back my friends to the show that never ends the curve of your neck the sound of your name the arch of your back and hints of flesh the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade the red of your heartbeat the smell of the sheets imprints in the bed footprints in the sand the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade whispers in the air the touch of your tongue the heat of your skin silk in your hair the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade water on your skin lace across your body leather and feathers the textures arouse the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade the colours of lust the setting sun the eclipse of your heart and tears on your cheeks the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade the rise of your breasts the mist of your breath like mist on the moors it doesn’t have to make sense still you turn me on the beat of your heart, continues the seduction arcade
© 2016 michael d emmerich
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