Footprints in the frost

Grass sparkleing like stars in the cold morning light,
It crunches softly as I walk,
Breath steaming clouds of white,
Wraped warm in wool and leather…

I stop and listen as the world slowly fades,
From shineing beauty gone too soon,
To browns.. greens.. and grays,
As a raven calls his mournful tune…

I watch my footprints etched in frost,
Fade like memories,
Of joy long lost,
In the misty days of winters past…

Chill wind soothes my forgotten heart,
A silken caress on fevered lips,
But I can stay no longer and turn to depart,
As morning clouds scatter like sinking ships.

Best wishes -SirHanz

Frozen treats

Working in the cold,
Hands sore and stiff,
Knuckles white,
Fingertips burn,
As I dream of you,
And warm places,
Where I can put,
Ice like fingers.

Where would you warm up my cold hands? 😉

Best wishes -SirHanz

Gray sky

As I sit today and contemplate my life.. my past.. my future.. I stare up at the gray clouded sky and it today seems like a mirror. I have never been the dark.. or the light. But always something in between. People are always looking for one or the other it seems. A bad boy… a good man.. but almost never a gentle heart with a naughty mind. Though.. I may be just dence and dont see it.
I am also at fault for hiding myself through much of my life. Not literally.. but hiding my true self. I have my reasons, and they are valid I believe. But it makes most interactions with people feel a little off. They see only what I show them, not who I really am. And even if I told them all about me most could never really understand. So I wear the mask, both as protection for myself and to make it easy for others to interact with the me they see.
And then something happens… I meet someone.. someone who does understand. And I am lost. Imagine going through your life.. year after year.. able to talk and sing.. in a world full of mutes. No one talks.. no one sings.. and you have to pretend to be mute to be accepted by the world.
Then you hear a voice, singing in the darkness. You follow the sound and find someone incredibly beautiful… you free your voice and speak without the mask. The connection is instant. They are kind.. brilliant.. and share so much in common it’s scary. Could you not fall for them? With the potential to be able to share so much of yourself that you have kept hidden.. could you not love them? Knowing the pain they have suffered… could you not want to embrace them and do whatever you could to ease their burden and make them happy?
I ask myself if this is the weaving of fate.. or simply luck.. I know not. But whatever it is… it is real. At least to me. I dont know what the future holds for me. But I know this tarnished mask grows heavy with age. And some days.. the gray days that portend cold rain… all I want is to let it fall and damm the consequences. But I can not… the price is too high. But one day.. one day i know, it will be too heavy. And on that day.. I will be free. Or i will burn. I have time yet.. maybe years, i hope i can live them well. And maybe.. if i am just lucky enough.. spend them with someone who can hear me sing.
For now i look forward along the misty path, it is narrow and there are many temptations to lure me from it into the dark. But strength still remains in me and while it does i shall not falter. So i work.. and rest when i am too weary to continue, i learn and look within to make myself a little better each day. And I hope to one day no longer be the gray sky that fills me with longing and wistful desire for that which is beyond my reach. I hope to be the light.

Best wishes -SirHanz

Kiss

It was a hole in the wall kind of place,
Tables and booths,
Not much space,
Where I sat beside her,
And gently caressed her face,
Her smile was teaseing,
Inviting me to taste,
I wanted those lips,
With not a moment to waste,
Her kiss was passion,
Sensual grace,
Hungering for more,
I matched her pace,
Hard yet gentle,
Tounges dance and chase,
Deeper.. growing.. never enough,
Two hearts together race,
I could feel her heat,
Through our embrace,
Drawing me in,
Nothing would ever replace,
The desire in that kiss..

Best wishes -SirHanz

Footprints

Like a humming note,
In the back of my mind,
It has been there,
As long as I can remember,
And when gone,
As I walk amongst the trees,
The silence is deafening…
I watch the sun sinking low,
Its golden rays illuminate,
Leafy green and gold,
Laying my hand apon the rough bark,
Cold wind gnashing at my cheeks,
And howling among the branches,
I let it fill my lungs,
Cooling my blood,
Sweeping away the endless struggle,
There is peace in this moment,
With the smell of dried grass,
And the taste of winter,
I turn and walk back along the path,
Thinking… one day… maybe….
I will share this..
With someone I love..
And there will be two sets of footprints,
In the dust,
Untill the wind blows,
And leaves us,
With only memory.

Best wishes -SirHanz

By the river

Where the flowers grow,
By the waters edge,
Where droplets flow,
From mossy stone,
There I hear,
The dulcet tone,
Of your laughter in the stream,
Your sighing breath in the trees,
To most it would seem,
But the river and the breeze,
I as I sit and watch shadows play,
Listen with my heart,
To a voice far away,
Maybe tonight,
When work is done,
As I relax… and prepare to sleep,
I will smell her scent,
Sinking in deep,
Consuming my thoughts,
I’ll close my eyes,
And imagine not a pillow,
But a muses thighs,
Cradle my head,
And lul….
Me…
Into..
Dream.

Best wishes -SirHanz

In between

There is a certain moment,
Between wakeing and sleep,
Where dreams still linger,
And thoughts run deep,
Before I open my eyes,
It doesn’t last long,
But the feeling is strong,
Just a moment or two,
Where I’m laying in bed,
And still with you,
Then I awake,
Alone in bed,
With the touch of your mind,
Still in my head,
It slips through my fingers,
Like your silken hair,
A gossamer thread,
Shining and golden,
Then no longer there,
A sigh escapes,
From deep in my chest,
Today there will be,
No more rest,
Untill once more,
The darkness returns,
And in dreams passion burns,
As I lay again in your arms.

Best wishes-SirHanz

Will you…

Hello little flower,
Do you need a hand?
If I help you stand,
Will you fall to your knees?
And beg me please..
To show you the way,
To twist and caress,
Under your dress…
If I give my touch,
That you want so much,
Across your skin,
Wet with sin,
Will you draw me in?
With your crimson lips,
And fingertips,
Your moaning breath,
Apon my ear,
The little death,
That makes it clear,
You feel me near,
Greedy girl,
Wanting more,
Grinding the pearl,
Against the dock,
I bet you thought,
That was a euphemism for cock,
I know your reading,
Wanting me inside,
So keep on feeling,
And spread yourself wide,
It’s a hell of a ride..
Go on if you must,
Let your fingers thrust,
As you imagine my lust,
You wont stop I trust,
Till the vary last line,
Moving faster with the words,
And keeping time,
With the lightning building,
At the base of your spine,
Let go your control,
As you imagine the pole,
That skewers your soul,
Feel the streach,
As nector flows,
Let the pleasure etch,
My desire with prose,
Into your mind,
And across your ass,
Responding in kind,
By comeing at last,
With shakeing thighs,
And glittering eyes,
Your submission buys,
You a chance to rise,
And feel the warmth,
Within your mouth,
For all the work,
You did down south.

You know you want to… 😏 -SirHanz

Dance

I can feel the energy of the day,
Currents spinning,
Guiding my footsteps,
Cool morning and steaming cup,
Lift my spirits from sleep…
A truck rattles past,
Where does he go?
That he must hurry so…
Words dance between the seconds,
Playing their games,
Dareing me to catch them,
Challenging me to find,
Their rhyme..
Can’t rhyme nunchucks?
I dont give two fucks,
Want to rhyme scuba?
For that you need a map,
Of Cuba… or Aruba..
There are fleeting words,
Hidden and forgotten,
Like Scurrilous rumors,
Thrice Blithering Mullock,
Gibbering in the shadows…
There are words that heal,
A hope wrapped joyous dream,
And words that wound,
Ugly ungrateful lieing useless…
As the artist plays his melody,
I shape a thought,
Examine it in detail,
And word by word,
Sculpt it apon the page…
And now my cup is empty,
Bereft of …… all warmth.
So come my muse,
And fill me once again,
That I may drink deep,
From your life giving waters,
And marvel…
As the words dance.

Best wishes -SirHanz

Just a drink.

Disclaimer: poet is not responsible for desire magnified by things written while drunk.

Feel the burn,
liquid fire,
Removeing all inhibition,
Leting words flow free…
Comfortable languid desire,
Warm fuzzy smiles,
Moistened lips,
Beginning to be tasted…
Let down your hair,
That it may tangle in my hands,
Bedroom eyes,
Tease my heart…
Drink your courage,
Shot and glass,
Tell me your secret thoughts,
Your hidden fantasy…
Imagination running free,
Shot and chaser,
Imagination becomes reality,
Breath lingers on skin…
Contented sigh,
Synchronized heartbeats,
Cool water soothes,
Poured from my lips…
Sleepy gaze,
Captured emotion,
Sleep postponed,
For gentle pleasure…
Falling asleep,
Pressed close,
Against your back,
And still inside you.

Best wishes -SirHanz