My thoughts on life, the universe, and everything else.
Edited version of my original.
Published on January 9, 2008 By SilentPoet In Poetry
Entice me, Seduce me,
Throw me on the divan,
Tie up my limbs,
And get your groove on.

Writhe, Lithe woman,
Buck your hips,
As you caress my body with your satin lips.

Heat radiates from our bodies tangled,
Warming us while our tongues mingle.
Covers strewn on the floor,
Gin sustains our passion,
Yet clouds our minds.

Your nails dig into my skin
As I touch your chin,
I reach around, And pull you in.

Deeper and faster,
Further and stronger,
You are my rider,
I am your horse,
Your ride me devoid of remorse.

A perchance encounter,
It brought us here,
A mutual bond, A passion,
To keep us together.

Silently,
You rest beside me,
Quietly you tell me,
I love you dearest, Quieter still you say,
I love you lover.

(c) Lucas Bailey


Comments
on Jan 09, 2008
Blech is all I have to say.
on Jan 09, 2008
vomitrocious.

Vomitastic.

You still with that big one, Lucas?
on Jan 09, 2008
Meh, like and dislike varies. Not too worried over you not liking it. Such is life.

Peace, ~L
on Jan 09, 2008
I would appreciate it if you didn't insult anyone on my blog, let alone my fiance.

Granted, we may have had problems, but we've worked many out, and are working on the others now. It's a relationship, you work at them, every day.

Peace, ~L
on Jan 09, 2008
Granted, we may have had problems, but we've worked many out, and are working on the others now. It's a relationship, you work at them, every day.


More power to you . . . I guess.

And besides, you've got to give me points for restraining myself on that one. I was going to be a lot meaner.
on Jan 09, 2008
I would appreciate it if you didn't insult anyone on my blog, let alone my fiance.


Well, the comment I left was for you giving the image of the both of you wrapped in passion. Damn, now I feel ill.
on Apr 07, 2008

This is horrible.  I'd have been too ashamed to post it.  As for 'likes and dislikes', Lucas - there are universal standards when it comes to literature and writing, which is why people like James Joyce and Jack Kerouac are lierary legends, and people who write Harlequin romance 'novels' and crap like this ...well, aren't.  This poem, like ALL of your others, has no redeeming qualities whatsoever, and, to be honest, reading it made me nauseated.

So, we can't insult your 'financee'?  The one who went and got drunk and screwed around on you?  Cool.  I'll just insult your writing instead.

 

on Apr 08, 2008
Actually, I don't care what you call her, because we're not together anymore. Long story, and you wouldn't care to listen anyway.

Secondly, I posted this almost three months ago, and you're just now checking it out? Did you just happen to feel like taking a trip down memory lane and bash me? Cause woman, it doesn't work anymore.

At one time I would've agreed with you, but I know I'm better than what you and some of the other assholes here say. Oh sure, I made mistakes, I know that, and I've paid for them. And I'm sure you're ever so nice, but insulting someone isn't right, no matter how you try to justify it. And I don't have to say I'm sorry for something I did years ago, i've changed, I've moved on, it's time for you to do so. So, let me sum it up for you:

1) I don't care if you don't like it.

2) I've had others, people who actually write poetry and fiction for a living, mind you ones that are fairly well received, say that this was a darn good poem.

3)See number one.

4) Repeat.

Have a wonderful day.