Tease me like you use to,
Fill me with need,
Give song to my voice,
Remember the dance,
How our minds move as one..
My luminous heart,
A guiding light in the dark,
Desire me,
Make me feel it,
As I crave your pleasure,
And make it my own.
Best wishes -SirHanz
As I sit wakeing this morning from a bad dream and wallowing in insecurity I wonder if I will even bother to do anything for the holidays. Hell… the whole reason I cook for Thanksgiving is for the pleasure of the one I am with. This year… the stove will be cold. Cooking a big meal is another form of art for me. Juggling times and temperatures, spice and ingredient, each comeing together to form a beautiful balance of flavor.
sigh and this year… there is no joy in it. I doubt I will cook so much as a biscuit. It just feels wrong if there is no joy in the kitchen. So I will go to work.. like any other day. Come home… have a salad then to bed. And try to forget the day is any different from any other.
I will put up the Christmas tree some time the week after because cookie likes it. But I doubt I will even take time off for Christmas. Why bother? So I can sit at home wishing I had someone to spend it with? Pass.
Dont get me wrong.. I love the holidays. The joy and celebration are something I charish. And their in lays the problem. It’s all about sharing time and being close. Shared experience of being happy doing things together.. which I love. And that is missing this year. Doing holiday things without the one you care about just makes you feel more lonely than ever. So yah.. I wont be watching xmas movies or bakeing savory treats this year. It would just make me sad. Just thinking about it hurts. I’m shure one day I will recapture that joy. But this year will be hard.
Best wishes-SirHanz
Another day,
I wake without you,
Longing,
For your heated breath,
In my ear,
Whispering…
Half formed thoughts,
Of coffee and desire,
Torn..
Between steaming cup,
And the sweet ache,
Brewing,
Drip by drip,
Between your thighs.
Her hair shone,
Bright gold agenst midnight silk,
Soft light framed her face,
Enticing contrast,
Crimson lips,
Moistened by feverish kiss,
Eyes wide,
Seeing only me,
As I devour,
Her beauty,
In my mind.
Best wishes -SirHanz
I still believe,
I’m still alive,
Brused and broken,
Burning inside,
My heart is weak,
I need to breathe,
So speak,
The truth unsheathe,
My secret pain,
Am I too far gone,
For what I gain,
Life withdrawn,
Burn too hot,
In the quench I brake,
Too cold.. I cannot,
Bend.. I shatter…shake,
And rust,
But in your fire,
Lifting me higher,
I twist and writhe,
gleaming steel,
The hammers tithe,
Shaped by feel,
Beautiful simplicity,
Complex geometry,
Hardened by life,
Struggle and strife,
But Soft and smooth,
In your delicate hand,
Now make me move,
And call me your man.
Best wishes-SirHanz
Ps. Still no writing prompt words? I am almost sober! Bring it!
The air was quiet and still,
Dark amber smoke wove patterns of shadow,
I pulled her close,
Intoxicated by her touch,
And the crush of her lips,
Her soft skin,
Like fluttering silk,
Against my chest,
Her words,
Her beauty,
Her desire…
My godess,
I worship,
At the alter,
Of your passion.
best wishes -sirhanz.
Also.. if you want to inspire a poem of your own, hit me with a word! I will totally write something. Did I mention I am 2 and a half margaritas in? Quick! Before I sober up!
Your strength inspires,
As you open your chest,
And expose your soul,
For you,
I will step from the edge,
Naked and humble,
I will be #brave
Though terror grips,
And hands shake,
Once again,
I will pick up my brush,
And trust,
You will hold me,
As I weep,
Apon the canvas.
Best wishes -SirHanz
Holding the ashes,
Of what once was,
Woodsmoke,
Memory of winter fire,
Leading me home,
With burning face,
Numb hands in mittens,
To warm soup,
Fresh bread from the oven,
Butter melting,
Hot molasses milk,
To drink slowly,
Siting by the fire…
And now..
Sifted in the wind,
Blows the burned remains,
Of childhood memory,
Invoked once again,
By the danceing flame.
Cold, drizzle, low clouds.. yup.. perfect day to burn.
Need some heat,
As I shiver and write,
I’ll be discreet,
Keep it out of sight,
Pen a verse,
Of lust and need,
Moaning gasp,
Of Inhibition freed,
Crap it’s cold,
I must be bold,
As i dream,
Of you in lace,
Burning with desire,
As I touch your secret place,
Filling you with fire,
Anticipation on your face.
Seriously.. it’s cold as fuck out here and it’s raining. Writeing erotica with numb fingers ftw.
Knotty Thoughts 