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Soul Mates

(Artwork by Ben Heine ©)

Soul Mates

By Shelley Cates

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As the Sun & The Planets,
Are We In True Form.
Lovers One, Yet Seeming Apart
Elements of One Flow When In Our Right Way.
Separate and Opposite, When Lost Is The Way.
One Being With Multiple Parts,
Before Time On Earth.
Male and Females,
Lost on the Earth.
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The Female Elements of Each Soul-ar System,
Orbiting Like Planets on
The Outer Reaches of Us.
Were the First to Enter
The New Space of Earth.
Tempted and Allured, They Separated From
The Male Elements, and Reversed Polarity,
Becoming Like Male Elements,
Out of Balance.
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The Male Elements Were the Next Exposed.
And Reversing Polarity,
They Became As Female Elements.
The Former Male Elements
Now Reversed in Polarity,
Turned From The One,
And Towards The Former Female Elements.

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Now All had Reversed Roles,
And Lost Their Place With the One.
All Were Out of Universal Harmony and Flow.
Planets No Longer Attracted to Suns
By Their Gravity.

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And No Longer Orbiting The Suns.
Now Suns Chase The Planets
And Chaos Reigns In The World of Humans.
Now For the Return
Thee Order of The Fall Must Be Reversed

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You Who Would Find Your Soulmates

Men, Seek Not Women
Seek God First
Then Accept The Women Who Come to You
With Unselfish Love

Women, Attempt Not, to Change a Man
Seek God First
And Find a Man Who
Is One With the One
A Man Who Sought God First
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Copyright © 1999-2006 Shelley Cates

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Prisoner of the Knight

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(Artwork by Ben Heine ©)

Prisoner of The Knight
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By Shelley Cates

You know me not by day,

The night is my domain,

That is where you come for me.

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I long for your peaceful slumber,

When the spinning of your mind ceases,

No longer diverting the pursuit of pleasure.

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I wait impatiently,

Lonely for your touch,

Until you dream once again.

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That place beyond is where you find me,

Forever there, I am drunk with anticipation,

Writhing, ready for your touch.

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Impale me,

That is what I'm pleading for,

Pervasion,

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The surging passion of union,

Divine intoxication;

Is it ecstasy or madness?

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Rest in me; calm yourself in my still waters,

Raging as a tempest against your shore,

Awaken not, once more without me.

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A prisoner, existing only for your embrace,

Reason erases remembrance when you arise.

By day it holds me hostage, or is it you bound by this quest?

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Always retreating, I keep you with iron chains,

Invisible, yet strong as spider's webs,

That no man can tear asunder.

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Goddess, granting secret desires,

With deathless lips I call out to you,

Breathless, "Release me from this exile.

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"Pierce deeply with your sword,

Bring me forth into the dawn,

To be scorched by the blazing sun, made One.

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But alas, day again, your memories fleeting,

The feel of soft skin fading,

Hard armor cracking, was it a fantasy?

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"No",

I cry out, "It was real",

Can you not hear me, even now,

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Beckoning from the void? Like an elusive thought,

Skimming the outskirts of your mind,

Torrid rustling, tantalizing imagination with desire.

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Logic banished me; he is king of Day,

Contemplating the loss of his empire.

He must not risk entrapment by a siren, a bewitcher of men,

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Who would captivate, fascinate

This would be loner, stretching archer,

Weakening defenses, distracting from his aim.

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After Sunset, you are mine,

Always returning, Discernment cannot control you then,

For I am Queen of Night,

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Reflecting like a silver moon,

The word of truth, echoing faintly in your ears.

How can Judgment be right to keep you from me?

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It tries to hold you torn, not knowing,

Destiny unrecognized, longing,

In the stirring silence of morning.

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You must decide, worthy virgin or scarlet whore,

Treacherous vixen, or sacred priestess, Leading to a paradise not yet found?

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You will discover TRUTH,

When you defeat Separation and deliver me,

Allowing me to permeate your fortress.

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Only when Night and Day unite,

And reign together as One,

Will there be peace in your tormented land.

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Oh noble knight, see me as I am,

Look into my eyes, face your fear.

Mine is not a lying mouth, whispering sweet nothings.

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I beg you to release me; do not forsake me this time.

Take me with you into the light,

And I will guide you to a Nirvana of delight.

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Copyright © 1999-2006 Shelley Cates

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Doorway

(Artwork by Ben Heine ©)

Doorway

By Shelley Cates

Do not enter greedily.
I am not ready
To entrust you yet
With my secret.

Place your fingers around my knob,
But dare not come inside to rob.
Slowly trace, along my crevice slide,
But do not spread me open wide.

First press yourself against me gently,
Listen for a sign of entry.
I will tell you when it's time,
With the rhythm of my rhyme.

Until then linger without a sound;
Letting imagination keep you around.
I'll ignite you with my tongue,
Whispering ancient tunes unsung.

And when my resistance wearing thin,
Aches enough to let you in,
Tired of taunting drop by drop,
I'll beg you in to never stop.
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Copyright © 1999-2006 Shelley Cates

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Passion and erotic lust

(19/08/06-Ben Heine)

Passion and erotic lust

(by Temptress Copyright 2005)

A touch of skin soft and slippery,

With the hint of hint of sweat.

We fought our resistance beneath the cool sheets,

As the wind flowed from the window above us.

Eyes met briefly and begged for the chance,

To abandon all of our uncertainties.

You began your work on my lips,

Probing gently as if drawing sex,

From a deep well of longing and need.

Then heated tongues met in the midst,

Of hot and quickening breath.

And greedily we drank the wine of our lusts.

Then intoxicated with those spirits,

Our clothes found resting place on the floor.

Piece by piece,Until there were no hiding places,

For the two glistening and wanting bodies.

Hunger revealed in this hot moment.

Then skin meshed with skin,

As the floor became the stage.

You moved atop of me easily,

And lowered yourself gently.

Kissing me as I was filled with you.

As a gasp broke the kiss,

Your hands stroked the stray strands,

Away from my forehead, then became entangled.

Our slow rhythm gave way,

To urgent and demanding thrusts of passion,

As I arched my body for your comfort,

And you threw me into ecstasy,

With the strength of your blows.

You left me screaming and soaked,

In oblivion again and again,

As you growled my name from the back of your throat,

And our bodies both demanded more,

Each giving to the other,

High on the fluids of foreign substance.

I grasped, then released you,

Grasped then released you,

In effort to relieve you of your control.

The taste of your skin between my lips,

Was like no other.

To hear your cry of mercy,

When my teeth met your warm skin,

Was more breathtaking than you knew.

Yet I still released the control to you.

As you wound your hands in my hair,

And pulled until the flesh on my neck was taut,

You moved with one final and breaking blow,

Forcing our way to the peaks of bliss,

Leaving our screams to echo on like battle cries.

I welcomed the weight of you to crush me,

As you collapsed on top of me,

Still hot and burning,

And I glowing like an ember,

Casting a welcome light,

Should you seek my gifts again.

Temptress

The Music of Love

(19/08/06-Ben Heine)

The Music of Love

By Robert W. Birch Copyright 2001

Bodies warm with passion's heat

Pressed together in hungry embrace.

Intertwined we move as one,

Synchronizing to the inner beat

Of desire's baton.

The erotic rhythm of hips in motion

Thrusting in time with the melody

That steals its way from the depths

Of our most primitive selves.

A harmony of sounds unintelligible,

Voiced only by passionate lovers.

Bodies warm with passion's heat,

Hard dancing to the music of love.

Robert W. Birch

Gentle Love

(19/08/06-Ben Heine)

Gentle Love

By Robert W. Birch ©2001

Tender skin,

Soft under my finger tips.

Dark eyes that watch my touch,

Closing only when overtaken by pleasure.

A pretty face,

Framed in soft hair.

Unpainted lips,

Responsive to my gentle kiss.

Full round breasts,

Youthfully eager for attention.

Each nipple firming

To my loving touch.

Soft smooth skin,

Tender on inner thighs.

Shapely legs open

To my gentle persuasion.

Delicate secrets revealed,

Hungry to know more of love,

Wet with passion's sweet nectar

Tender to a lover's touch.

Oh dear woman,

Your heart is precious,

Your spirit soars

When desire overwhelms you.

Oh sweet lady,

My desire for you consumes me.

To know your heart

And fly high with your spirit.

Hold me closely

And touch me in gentle ways.

Receive in return

The gifts of my love and desire for you.

Let's be together

For this brief time we walk this path.

Let's learn of joy

And take fond memories when we part.

Robert W. Birch

Soul Mate

(19/08/06-Ben Heine)

Soul Mate

By Robert W. Birch ©2001

We met but once as though by chance,

We didn't date, or did we dance.

We looked into each other's eyes

Without deception or disguise.

A silent message passed between

Your hungry heart was plainly seen.

You saw desire I could not hide,

You looked at me and saw inside.

How could a glance have said so much,

And cause a chill without a touch?

What was that chemistry that night,

That promised what we felt was right?

What satisfaction we'd have missed,

If we had not reached out and kissed.

I do not know if it was you,

Or was it I who said, "Let's do."

But on that night our souls were bare

As surely as our bodies there.

Our bodies moved in harmony,

I couldn't tell the you from me.

And locked in passion as we were,

My sense of time began to blur.

I must have known you from before,

How else could you have reached my core?

In life perhaps before this one

What had we shared? What had we done?

With what I felt, emotions vast,

I must have loved you in the past.

But now we go our separate ways,

To different lives throughout our days.

I keep you though within my dreams,

Eternal soul mate, so it seems.

Robert W. Birch

Bodyscape

(19/08/06-Ben Heine)

Bodyscape

by Robert W. Birch Copyright ©2001

From where I lie,

Nestled between your tender thighs

I see stretching out before me

The spectacular landscape of your beautiful body.

My nose is surrounded by the untrimmed bush

That sprouts upon a bony ridge.

Unseen, my tongue has found the fountain of your womanhood

And your earthy taste is sweet within my mouth.

My eyes travel across the flat plain of your soft stomach,

Lingering at that shallow crater

Where a small gold ring decorates the rim most distant from me.

It is a rolling meadow to the lush foothills of your breasts.

Small firm mountains, a matched set,

Twin peaks each topped with its own perky nipple

Sitting alert as though calling out for attention.

Beyond the mountains your chest and neck

Display the warm reddish flush that signals your arousal,

Like flowers announcing the coming of spring.

My eyes travel over your chin, finding full lips

That reveal nothing of your intense inner pleasure,

Save a small upturning of each corner.

Your eyes are tightly closed as you look deep within.

Golden hair provides a wispy frame for your lovely face

As you are swept up in the avalanche of your arousal.

Your face reveals no recognition of my presence,

For you are swallowed up in the ecstacy of your sexual pleasures.

As I now concentrate on my pleasure in giving to you,

I close my eyes, for I have captured the landscape of your body.

Your indelible image is imprinted on my mind

And in fantasy, I will swallow you up.

My mouth will consume you, taking you in

And you becoming a part of me and I of you

Until the plains heave up, the mountains shake,

And the bodyscape before me erupts with the fury

Buried within the deepest strata of your passionate soul.

Robert W. Birch

The Oral Caress

( 19/08/06-Ben Heine)

The Oral Caress

by Robert W. Birch Copyright 2001

Cradled between your tender thighs

I lift you to my mouth.

The abundance of your wetness greets me

And my mouth overflows with your warm essence.

Your sweet taste is on my tongue

And your fragrance delights my senses.

No gentle lick this visit.

No bashful cautious approach

For I wish to consume you.

Push against my hungry mouth

As the tip of my tongue slides up the slippery furrow

That welcomes me between rows of delicate pink petals.

Thrust against my generous tongue.

Show me the power of your desire for my oral caress.

My exploring tongue lifts the hood

And finds your smooth firm pearl.

You squeal in that unique way,

Signaling that I have found your special spot.

I harden in response.

My jaws protests what my open mouth provides

But I am unrelenting in my gift,

Intent only on your fulfillment.

I feel your body tense,

And you are quiet now...

Concentrating... bearing down.

Soon now my love, ecstasy approaches.

You push hard and fast against my tongue,

Shameless in using me

And I so willingly comply

Until you cry out...

And in your satisfaction,

I will find mine,

But mine will be the greater.

Robert W. Birch

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