Whispers on the Wind

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

This is a thread to post my past works, present works and any future works I have written.

Please enjoy.

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

Cells expand
Contract
With
The staccato
Of ragged breath

Tension
Mounting
Until
It breaks forth

Time
Lurching
Merely trying
To keep up
As those
Very cells
Collide
Meshing
Desiring
Begging
To get closer
To merge
To be one

Words
Whispered
Soundlessly
From lips
Written
Upon soft skin
With even softer
Promises
Never spoken

The Universe
Reels
Spins
Quakes
In wanton hunger
As time
Lurches
Again
And again
With each contact

And this my dear
Was only
A kiss

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Some more offerings:



In a zealous silence I sit
Mirror reflecting only shattered images of memories long since forgotten
Now free from the desire that consumed me whole
I glance out the window-glass and try to focus on an emotional new dawn.

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Standing at the edge of reason, the edge of sanity filling my mind
Passion raging to the point of total consumption
A dark kiss upon silken skin
An end to the soul's weeping for release
Reopen my eyes, and see as though it were for the first time
Pain no longer residing in the valley between my breasts
As I step into a dark red sea for the last time

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Thousands of shards
Millions of pieces
This is my heart

Shattered but not Broken

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Moaning...
Pleading...
Crying...
Begging...

Seduction in Slience

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She moves
underneath me like flame

Burn me, I cry

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"Lines" (In memory of all those who have died for war)

Lines
drawn
in
sand
meaningless
and yet
they can
tear
countries
apart

The same lines
rip children
from
the arms
of
their
mothers
in
the name
of
diplomacy

Lines
of
fire
drawn
upon
the bodies
of
our youth
left
dead
in
foxholes

While
lines
are
being
signed
and
treaties
being
written
in
the blood
of
the innocent

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We are sitting drinking coffee
coffee as black and dark as the night you and I kissed
kissing like starved men at a feast
a feast of you I partake in with another sip
another sip of coffee as I look at you

I look at you, into your eyes
eyes like brandy; dark, warm, and melting
melting my will, melting me to nothingness
melting away the nothingness deep within

Deep within the recesses of my thighs I ache
I ache with want for you
for you, any part of you to fill me
all of me to be filled with this need
this need overflowing
flowing out of me and onto you
onto you, your strong hands, your strong thighs
your strong thighs wrapped around my strong hands

My strong hands and strong fingers are probing
probing into the wetness

Wetness between your legs, on my hands, my lips, my body, my tongue

My tongue drinks deeply with out sating

Without sating my hunger grows

Hunger growing as you kiss my lips

Kiss my lips as they quiver

Quiver, yes, I am quivering inside as your teeth graze my neck
my neck, then back to my lips

My lips touch yours, biting and sucking
biting and sucking at mine

Sucking at your breast, oh how I want

I want to be buried deep inside you until with release we scream
scream from the wanting

Wanting to take you in my arms
take you in my arms, then have you take me
take me right here
right here, right now, right where they all can see
can see the desire
the desire I feel between my thighs

My thighs are brushing yours as we kiss

“Kiss me again” I want to beg

I want to beg you to never stop kissing me
kissing me and touching me
touching me gently on the cheek
the cheek that lies under my hands

My hands get tangled
tangled in your hair, then your thighs
thighs that lead to legs that I want to feel
that I want to feel around me as I pin you to the bed
pin you to the bed & push into you
into you then over the edge

Over the edge is what this is

What this is, is me giving myself to you
giving myself to you as you give yourself

Give yourself completely to me, all of you for all of me

All of me wants
wants to feel you, your skin bare as I feel every inch of you
every inch of you naked
naked and tangled
tangled in the sheets, my arms, my legs, and my fingers

Fingers on your body
your body on fire at my touch
my touch blazing everywhere
blazing everywhere as you are consumed
consumed with passion
passion that oozes and drips from my chin and onto you
onto your soul

Your soul melding with mine, binding us together


Together we sit drinking in each other
drinking in each other like coffee
coffee drank in silence

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~"Inuksuk"~

I am your stone
Your granite will, your marble beauty
Your pebble worn smooth by the river of life.

I am covered in the morning with the dew left from a night of rock hard passions
Cold and unyielding to those who seek to chisel me away, yet for you I am the citadel in which you can hide your heart.

I am your stone
Your granite will, your marble beauty
Your pebble worn smooth by the river of life.

I am a monolith of strength, solid in my convictions
Yet I become dust in your compitent hands.

I am your stone
Your granite will, your marble beauty
Your pebble worn smooth by the river of life.

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"Peanut Butter"


When you walked into the bar that night with a ratty baseball cap hiding your feminity, I swear the whole damned bar could hear my body cry “fuck yeah!” as it grew so aroused it could barely remain atop it’s barstool perch.
Yes, me there perching like a vulture over my prey.
“My prey”, what a novel idea, as thoughts of the hunt and the capture enter my mind.
Oh, if I could catch you and take you right here.
Put you up on the table and lick at you like peanut butter stuck to the roof of my mouth.
Just then the commercial hits my brain, “Just how many licks does it take...the world may never know!”
And, at that, I laugh nervously to myself, my friends, to you as you sit waiting.
Waiting for what I ask myself.
Waiting for me?
Waiting for my body to push yours into the wood back of the chair as I throw your legs up in the air and fuck you right here where everyone can see?
And, then, my eyes look down, to the table I imagined fucking you on.
I blush, and I swear there must be a television screen attached to my forehead where you can see EXACTLY what I am thinking as I see you laugh.

“Silence as the show begins.......................we now interrupt this program to bring you a special news update straight from the presses................” and my brain gets caught on the thought......”the presses” as I swear I can feel you press your hand against my thigh.
And, I swear I can feel you, taste you......like peanut butter on my tongue.
My brain and my body engage in a battle of words as I ask myself, “ Is this some kind of joke playing itself out on me?”
And, I swear I just heard myself say “Play with yourself for me”
......OH GOD!!
Did I just say that aloud?
A Freudian Slip, as I slide right into you, sticking like peanut butter.
And I think, Man, am I hungry!
Hungry for you upon my tongue, like peanut butter.

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I look to the first rays of sunlight and think of you as they caress the shore, holding the twilight in a tight embrace.
You are my pillar of strength, my cornerstone, my foundation, and in your presence I sit shaken to my core.
My heart will spend many years rectifying the chaos of a thousand lifetimes as we lie entwined in each other.
My face radiates all love I feel for you even into the darkest hours of evening.
And as I get lost in yet another archive of thought I smell the subtle fragrance of you wrapping itself around me, and I realize that you are gone.

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I look to you at the moment of my redemption
and I see in your eyes a look reflecting back
A look of complete abandon.

I see possibilities of
Your body stretched out before me.

With total clarity I see
That in this moment there will be no remourse
And with absolute conviction I know
The answer to my unasked question.

A safe assumption to make.

You have revived my heart
as I hear the words, "I do" escape your lips

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The rain washes
Even my road-worn soul
Clean

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“Steel Rose”

Once had a heart on my sleeve, now there’s a stone chip on my shoulder.
I am tattered and torn, my heart plagued with thorns.

This rambling stone will gather no more loss.
I am tattered and torn, my heart plagued with thorns.

I told you there is no blood left to be squeezed from this stone.
I am tattered and torn, my heart plagued with thorns.

But where there were thorns, from pain and scorn,
a steel rose does grow.

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“Asuilaak (Finally) “

Finally:

After my heart has searched the seven seas.
I have found the final wonder.

Finally:

I will drown in the deepest love and forever be pulled under.

Finally:

I have touched your gates of heaven on high.

Finally:

With the angels I did lie.

Finally:

It’s come about full circle, and the beginning is the end.

Finally:

I had to let you go and cry farewell my lover, my friend.

Finally:

With a mournful cry,

Finally:

Goodbye.

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“Arctic”


I wonder if the Summer sun on the savannah caresses you as it does me here on this frozen Tundra.

I look, my eyes slanted against the silver light of the ice, I swear I can see your sillouhette reflected in the outline of granite inuksuk.

I long to trace my hands lazily across the landscape of your body, yet here I will remain alone in my chilled Northern wasteland.

I find lately that I would abandon my Wintery sanctuary for one brisk moment spent in the warm Solstice of your embrace.

I resolve myself to the knowledge that we could never be as one with you fathoms and leagues across the sea.

And as I accept the Icy chill of reality, I know the fire of my passion for you will become extinguished.

But before my flame can fizzle away in tears of despair, I feel your warmth radiate through me, stretching across the confines of time and space.

The sun rises again to melt my Frozen heart.

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She says, I want to feel you,
feel you in me, and around me
around me enfolded.
Enfolded in silken depths,
silken depths that caress back.

She says, I want you
want you pulsing and ramming
ramming your presence into me
into me until I scream.

She says, I want to scream loudly for you.
Loudly for you,
you and your intensity,
intensity making my will lie broken,
broken and running across your hands,your hands, your cock, and your tongue.

She says, I want your tongue running down my thighs,
Down my thighs, chased by your hands.
Your hands tangling in my hair,
my hair wild as it cascades across your chest.

She says, I want my breast pulled into your mouth,
your mouth sucking and biting,
biting at my moist folds,
my moist folds drawing you in,
drawing you into me deeply.

She says, I want you in me,
in me where you become lost.
Lost in the sensation,
sensation that only I can give.

She says, Give yourself,
yourself, and your body,
your body awakened,
awakened to my touch.

She says, My touch will blaze fire across your skin,
your skin my canvas.
Canvas upon which I paint passion

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"Seasons"

Scarecrow in the barren field of my memory,
Help me recall the seasons of my life

Tell me of the joys and pleasures of a Youth spent in the embrace of Spring.
Tell me of the innocence, the simplicity in which I surrendered to happiness and innocence abound.
Tell me of when I lived as I loved, I played as fiercely as I prayed and my heart did sing.

Scarecrow in the barren fields of my memory,
Help me recall the seasons of my life

Tell me when the throes of ecstacy and the heat of passion filled my Summer of adolescence
Tell me when she cast that first stone and I first felt my heart break.
Tell me of the loss and painful road I was left to walk and the grief that would become my sole strength, my essence.

Scarecrow in the barren fields of my memory,
Help me recall the seasons of my life

Tell me when I embraced the peaceful Autumn of forgiveness.
Tell me when I learned of a gentle touch and a deeper peace, an eerie calm found in the arms of another lover.
Tell me when I realized I wanted to live and die in the arms of a tranquility like this.

Scarecrow in the barren fields of my memory,
Help me recall the seasons of my life

Tell me when did the Winter sneak in to steal away my memories in it’s cold embrace?
Tell me how much longer in this frail mortal coil shall I have wait?
Tell me when will the Earth claim me back to the warmth of her womb, and collect the final chapter from this member of the human race?

Scarecrow in the barren fields of my memory,
Help me recall the seasons of my life

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"Self-portrait"

This machine heart isn't real...
It processes, but doesn't feel.
I DOES everything but bleed....
Yet doesn't meet a single romantique need.
It's function in programming has been told.
Love is something it has yet to behold.

This machine body can hurt and ache...
and it's titanium skeleton easily break.
It has never been touched by a single hand....
for after all it IS machine not man.

This machine mind does nothing but think.
Thought to body across fibre optic link.
Making decisions at speed of light....
yet knows nothing of what is wrong or right.
I cannot process pain from a love lost.
Logic insists a wire must have been crossed.

A human tear does silently fall.
Such a dangerous move, for it can rust all.
Finally machine has lost the battle, lost the fight.
The human inside has finally opened it's heart to the light.

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"Musing"

How often I've heard you say, " I am jus fucking with you!" but....Oh, if you'd REALLY fuck with me.....
Fucking with me until my knees become weak, and my body melts from your words...
Words used like a caress

Then I think, what if I fucked back?
Would you like that?
Would you like it if I fucked back?

If I touched you with words in places you thought only hands and tongues could touch?.......
Ahh, dear but isn't my tongue touching you now?

Isn't it touching and caressing you with words that are so seductive that they leave you craving more, more than you thought you could ever want?

You never thought mere words could be used like THAT did you?

My words slowly slide up your thighs, into your very depths, leaving you moist and wanting.

Tell me, do you want more?
Do you want me to fuck back?
Do you like it when I fuck with you?

Ahh, this verbal exchange, so preverse, so profound, so profane.

Does it make you wet?
Does it make you want to cry out, begging, and pleading for more?

Ahh, to fuck with you, to make you want and crave more and more of my words.
Ahh, to make you WANT to be fucked with.

Does that make me a pervert, does it make me sick?
Does it make YOU?

Hell, what does it matter, you are enjoying it and so am I.

I must admit though, I refuse to make ANY apologies, and I sure as hell am not going to repent.

Oh, no, not ever, not for having fucked with you, for having fucked back.

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As we lie, wrapped in a blanket of stars, the mountains for our bed.
I compose a symphonic overture upon the stage of your body.
The hills echo with the sounds of my Concert D’Chair.
I bring forth a crescendo of sound with silent notes from the music of your breath and your kiss.
The heavens, rapt, lend their backdrop of supernatural colour; Aurora Impetus, to concrete our faithful love of each other.

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She took me in her arms, and it was then and only then that I knew what it was to be loved.
To be really loved, cherished and adored.
No man had ever been able to make me feel that way......not the way she did.
No, not like that at all.
She loved me like a god, but shamelessly like a daemon, like no other dared, like only a WOMAN could.
Now I tell you...she took me into her arms and I was home.
And this home was not a place, a thing.....it was an idea, the feeling of security and peace.
Now when she took me into her arms I knew love, a love of my own, a love that was completely and unabashedly for her......total devotion.
But there came those who would take it away.
Take her away, away from me and from herself.
And I wondered, would she ever return?

Many hours passed, many days, many sleepless nights and Oh so many tears.
Then one day when my memory had forgotten and so had my heart, she returned.
Returned to herself, to the world, to me.
Now I tell you when she took me into her arms there was a hunger, a passion, a fire inside.
A fire that consumed me, and lo, burns me still.

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"Photograph 8" (written about an underwater photo I had seen in a coffee shop in Seattle)

Liquide atmosphere enfolds you in her deadly embrace, and yet....
a smile of rapturous epiphany is upon your face, oh, how intrigued am I.
Plumage of your innocent deviousness enshrouds my memory, memories of things that will never come to be.

The light and shadows harnessed between frame of glass and metal touches me in an unfamiliar way, like barbedwire of silken thread.
Who are you, and why have you touched me so profoundly from behind the confines of two-dimensional reality?

But, oh, to know the limitless rapture I see reflected on your face....that is a pleasure reserved for only gods and daemons, and yet mere mortal of flesh and bone am I.

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As I catch a glimpse of you out of the corner of my eye,
I am caught up in a backlash of sensation
at the sight of you
after this self-inflicted,
endless eternity
without you.
Inexplicable,
fragile emotions blaze
like wild fire across my face.
Seeing you standing before me
confirmed that you too
have walked the fires of hell and bitter loneliness.
I slight at this knowledge
and find myself touched at the thought of you
suffering as I have.
Evoking an image
of what our time together was like,
knowing that my mind
replays it like a movie on the big screen,
featuring every gory detail
of our failures like special effects.
I am tempted
to take you into my arms
and ride off into the “proverbial sunset”
but instead I turn, walking away.

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I grasp the rosewood beneath my hands.
The pig-skin restraints holding me in place.
I cannot recite the countless names of those who have stood as I do now.
I stand head held high with pride, knowing that she is watching.I hear her freeing each implement of my sensual demise from their case.
I know that there will be marks which I will bear with pride.
Each one strikingly vibrant on the canvas of my skin.
I could drown in the lake of her cruelty, yet I remain cast adrift in the safe harbour of her mercy.
With each frantic blow I know that this is the reward for my gift of submission.
Every stinging blow from the flogger feeling exquisitely fabulous.
My senses stripped to their purest essence.
This is freedom in slavery.

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“The Wife-Beater's Armor”


I look at you and wonder just what is it about you that caught my eye?
And then I have it, the crisp clean cotton wife-beater that clings to your body like a second skin.
In the evening, that same wife-beater will fall away from the places it concealed safe from judgement and safe from pain.
It will fall to the hardwood floor where for just a few brief moments it will retain your body heat.
I know exactly how hard it is for you to shed this thin yet strong armor, leaving yourself bare and vulnerable to me.
Yet, I watch you shed the protection that thin scrap of fabric offers.
In silent reassurance I let my hands run along your vertebrae, mimicking how that very fabric caressed you.
When memory has blurred with reality, I will awake with my arms around you offering as much protection as my femininity can.
But, it will never come near as much as the armor offered by that crisp, clean wife-beater.

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Figured I would try writing from a femme's perspective...and this is what I came up with:

A boi, a butch, a touch
Touch upon my skin
My skin longs
Longs for a rough caress
Caress filled with great tenderness
Tenderness lying hidden
Hidden Deep
Deep beneath layers
Layers of Denim, Leather, and Intensity
Intensity is your engine, passion your fuel

Fuel this passion
Passion I see burning
Burning in your eyes
In your eyes is a wanting, a needing, a feeling
Feeling that can come only from you
Only from you my butch lover

My butch lover
Lover unlike any other
Unlike any other I know
I know you are not a man
Not a lady
But pure butch

A gentleman in a woman's body
A woman's body, your temple
Your temple filled with your gifts of tenderness
Tenderness and passion

Tenderness and passion consume and fill
Fill me with you
All of you

Your presence
Your love
Your strength
Your strength to compliment my weakness
My weakness is your sexy smile
Your sexy smile melts my heart
Melt my heart inside the fortress of your arms
The fortress of your arms and your heart
Your heart, the heart of a butch
The Love of a butch
A butch and no other

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Heat runs across my skin on rivers
I think of yesterday when you pulled me into your arms, shadowing me with your love.
Your eyes like melted chocolate bore into my core
I can still smell you on my skin as the last rays of sunlight caress the purple sky.

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She thinks to herself about her "re-occurring problem" as she seats herself with her friends for their weekly caffeine injected chat session.

She finds herself entertaining dangerous thoughts of hys rough hands on her silkiest of skin. This, her most private of sins, her desire for this stranger.

She abandons herself in thoughts of hys being able to feel the deep extent of her want, the want she hides so well, upon hys fingertips and hys tongue.

She thinks quickly that she is grateful, although be it innately, for their anonymous public rendezvous.
Yet she wonders if hy can feel the intense scrutiny of her eyes upon hym?

And before she can prepare herself for the answer, she is hit full force with the intensity of hys gaze, and sees the passion, the want, and the abandon reflected clearly there.

The intensity coming from hym courses painfully through her body, straight to the parts that know exactly how hy would feel buried deep inside her.

She hears a clearing of a throat, and quickly turns her attention back to her friends, only to have it stolen again by this stranger.

And she realizes much too regretfully that this "reoccurring problem" will not be ignored, or be so quickly dismissed, as hy makes hys way towards her.

Hy leans down and whispers in a silky, deep timbred voice " Meet me in the park when you are through with mindless babble, and be sure to come alone" as hy shoots a cold look to her companions.

As hy walks away, she is left awash in a flood of desire and need held back by the blush that spreads across her face.

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You swear you don’t love me or so you say,
But what is it that makes you look at me that way?
It’s something that no matter how hard you try, you cannot hide
It shines deeply from where it’s buried deep inside.
Maybe you are afraid, and just won’t see.
But there is no other look like that one, the way you look at me.

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"Flight Of Fantasy"


I step to the counter
The woman asks me
“Destination Please?”
I reply

“Take me to where I can feel her thighs wrapped around my waist
Take me to where I can see her back arch
Take me to where I can hear her throaty moans
Take me to where I can remember exactly how she tastes.

Show me the only paradise I have ever known.

Feeling her breath upon my skin,
Feeling her nails digging into my back,
Feeling her body shudder as I slide deeper in

Show me the gate, show me the plane, show me the way home.”

There I go
Leaving the terminal
On another flight of fantasy

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You:
Silenced me with a word
and piqued my interest higher

You:
Silenced me with a look
I forgot myself and everything prior

You:
Silenced me with a smile
and my heart began to feel desire

You:
Silenced me with a touch
my body ignited with passion’s fire

You:
Silenced me with a kiss
and of you I will never tire

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Now I see smoke, now I feel fire
Where once there was love, there now is no desire.
The lesson could not be learned until the last bridge burned.

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Dance in passion with me
Like flames of the fire, like the sand and the sea


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Speak to my body, caress my mind
Will you do it every time?

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I have known you
I have seen you
I have loved you
I have dreamed you

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"Ikuma (Fire)"


Fire
Raced up my spine when I saw you saunter by

Fire
Stoked between my thighs when I knew I had caught your eye

Fire
Ignited your smile as you continued to look

Fire
Consuming me while with deft movements, my desire you took

Fire
Warming me from inside as you fill me with more and more of you

Fire
Scorching as my need for you grew

Fire
Blazed across my skin as you laid the leather across my skin

Fire
Burned in your eyes, reflecting the fire within

Fire
Raged as you made me your own

Fire
Unlike any other I have ever known

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I want to hold you
hold you in the moonlight
hold you on wind swept plains
hold you here like this forever

I want to kiss you
kiss you from sun up to sun down
kiss you from head to toe
kiss you like I have never kissed anyone before

I want to feel you
feel you in every fibre of my being, in every cell
feel you in my heart, my soul, and in my body
feel you right here beside me

I want to touch you
touch you like the wind on your face
touch you like the sun in your hair
touch you like only a lover can

I want to make you
make you wild and free
make you alive with desire
make you mine

I want to break you
break you down to passion
break you down to desire
break you free from your own constraints

I want to love you
love you with all that is in me
love you for all eternity
love just you

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The weight of the world
Lays heavy
Upon my weary shoulders
They say,
“Made your bed, now lie in it.”

But
This
Cannot be my bed
For, my bed
Is a place of red hot desires
Yes,
Twisted sheets
The smell of passion
Clinging longingly to the fabric

Yet,
This place
Is devoid
Of any emotion
Any spark
And sadly resembles
A barren landscape
Frigid
Cold

How I long for something else
Something different
A gentle touch upon my taut skin
A melting kiss upon my parched lips
A look of barely restrained hunger

Yet, sadly this IS my bed
And I must lie in it
Alone
As I have for time too long

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Juxtapose for rhyme and reason
You linger on my mind, such a sexy, dangerous treason
How do you rise in me such desire?
Why do I burn for you, consumed with this raging fire?
Left longing for something beyond my reach
To the gods I will beseech
From the hourglass of time, one grain of sand
To hold you within my heart, my hand

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"Raven"

Looking into the lightning of your eyes
I see pure, raw emotion without disguise

Come to me raven, come on darkened wing
Come to me raven, come to me and sing

I tenderly wipe away the rain of your tears
My thunderous kiss removes all your fears

Come to me raven, come on darkened wing
Come to me raven, come to me and sing

My breath on your skin stirs you deep to your soul's core
Let me have the feather of your heart and together we can soar

Come to me raven, come on darkened wing
Come to me raven, come to me and sing

Let my fiery mouth kiss your untamed soul
Spread your wings raven, make your fallen angel whole

Come to me raven, come on darkened wing
Come to me raven, come to me and sing

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"Waking Dream"

Listen as I recall a memory of a time not so long since past
Of a moment long gone, that I wish had been longer last
Now I tell you that I had come here before, most often and most freely
But that night a face I had never seen before held for me a desirous gaze, so steely
Usually nothing could affect me and shake me so deeply where I stood
Yet here was this woman, dark as raven looking at me with eyes glowing under desire's hood
Moving like a lightning flash, there before me she stood
Kissing my soul, with a passion unrestrained
I never knew that a passion like that could be in one person contained
She kissed me like I was a god, yet shamelessly like a daemon, oh so shamelessly
Up until that moment I had roamed along alone and empty
I asked myself in that sea of lost souls how had she come to find mine?
In that embrace, we moved to our own rhythm, in our own time
I mused quietly, who's the hunter, who's the hunted, will I ever know?
But when her gaze again met mine, I was reluctant to let it go
We danced in our own ritualistic mating dance
Holding fast to each other's body and soul, locked in a passion filled trance
I thought this moment was far from real, only a dream of heaven above
But when the morning dawned, I woke wrapped in the arms of love

She my waking dream

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

"Hitch-hike to Heaven"

Take my hand my friend, cause we're in this together
I won't leave you behind or alone on this road of life

Come with me, let's walk, let's hitch-hike to heaven
'cause lord knows we've both seen hell

The road is long and has many potholes of suffering and strife
You may need help out of them, I know I sure will need yours

Come with me, let's walk, let's hitch-hike to heaven
'cause lord knows we've both seen hell

When things get rough, know that ever will I be there
We'll find shelter from the elements in the company of each other

Come with me, let's walk, let's hitch-hike to heaven
'cause lord knows we've both seen hell

As the sun rises and sets on each mile we walk
Just know that I will always be at your side

Come with me, let's walk, let's hitch-hike to heaven
'cause lord knows we've both seen hell

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

What I wouldn't give
Give to see you
See you naked, exposed
Exposed to my eyes

My eyes look
Look to where my hands lay

Lay with me tonight

Tonight I take you

You deeply fill me
Fill me to the edge
Edge of reason, edge of passion
Passion the only thing I feel

I feel you in every inch of me

Every inch of me wants you
Wants you to know
Know that you are beautiful

Beautiful you are in the moonlight

In the moonlight your body lies naked
Naked and arched
Arched into me

Into me I feel
I feel you delve
Delve into my depths
Depths yet left undiscovered
Undiscovered, hidden

Hidden in the depths of my heart

In the depths of my heart lies a passion
A passion that burns
Burns me whole

Whole you make me

Make me sigh
Sigh and moan your name
Your name rolls from my tongue

My tongue running
Running up your inner thigh

Your inner thigh tantalizing
Tantalizing and erotique

Erotique thoughts fill me

Fill me with you

You my love

My love endless

Endless are the sensations

Sensations ravage your body

Your body presses into me

Into me you push

Push me over into madness

Madness it is
It is me wanting you
Wanting you to take me and make me
Make me scream with want

Want consumes
Consumes both
Both you and I

You and I tangled
Tangled in a passionate embrace

Embrace me forever

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

"Passionate Release: Part I"

Passion
Overwhelming passion
Desire
Pumping and coursing through veins
Becoming a raging river

A heatbeat
Pounding an archaic rhythm
Tattooing
The inside of the chest

Inside exists only passion
Pure
Unadultered passion
Burning the heart

That passion creates
An acidic flavour
At the back of the throat

Eating away at reason
Like
Thousands of termites to wood

This passion so strong
Almost
Taste it
Almost
Reach out
Grasp it in your hand

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

Nine shades of darkness enfold me
I look to the shadows, longing to appease the ache inside
All I find is frustration, for the wanting will not abate
I beg my soul, my heart, my reason to stand defiant of the need
But the only thing that can save me is my surrender to this sensation
And in a gesture of defeat, I release my grip and fall into the abyss
Falling, becoming consumed by passion

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

"Nomad"

The road,
a patient lover
sits
waiting
for my nomadic return
to her
asphalt bosom
where
I
belong

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

Blood of Iron robs my memory
Leaving me on the frozen plain of Winter
I ache for you to wash me clean my thunderstorm
I dream of eternity
Recalling our lustful moments
and longing to return to these languid days of Summer

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

A single spark lights the night
Your lips strike mine like lightning
Burning me, melting my body to yours
You move over me, zealous in your conquest
As you do so, thoughts of your delicate nature
Shatter on the floor of my mind like glass
In a weak voice I mutter my need
And my words are swept away
In the breeze of your breath on my skin
The winds churn inside me
Holding back a tempest
I crash upon your shore like a tsunami
Laying waste to all your inhibitions
You my beautiful disaster

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

"Passionate Release: Part II"


For years
Countless years
Endless years
Passion was contained
Hidden
Like buried treasure

Then one came
One who asks nothing
Wants nothing
Takes nothing

This one never felt passion
Never had it course through veins
Like molten lava

This one never saw passion
True passion

This one never experienced passion
Experienced passion for what it was
What it really was

Show this one passion

The passion it had been denied
The passion it never knew existed

Make it feel
Feel passion

Make it hear
Hear passion

Make it passion

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

"Passionate Release: Part III"

Release flows
Scalding
Hot
A river Running
Across hands
Across tongues
Quenching the passion

Flowing uninhibitedly
Endlessly

Passion everywhere
Covering the heart
Covering the body
A second skin
Clinging

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

"Om Tare Tutare Ture Svaha"


I come to you
Silent in the moonlight

I look for countless moments
To your skin
Smooth as marble

And I think
Oh, the blasphemy
As I reach out touching
Skin
Soft
As the petal of a lotus

Here
I will revere you
I will worship you

Upon an altar of desire

A mantra
Of sighs
Of moans
Of grunts
Escaping my lips

'Tara Kye Kyenno’ I cry
As you show me
Heaven
Between your thighs

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

"Passionate Release: Part IV"

Such strong release
Such overwhelming release
Such consuming release

Breeds passion
Is Passion

Every minute move made
Filled to the brim
Overflowing
With passion

Passion inside
Deep inside

Now it knows
Passion

It felt
It heard
It was shown
It is
Passion

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

"Parnassian Aria"


A lone figure stands in defiance of the rain
With an angry cry torn from lips twisted in pain
Loving tears, like lightning, strike angrily at the ground
This is total anguish and loss put to sound
So much turmoil and pain lie under the skin
Meek verbiage takes form and so the words begin..

"Sweet sweet bard, sweeter love, how long have I followed your song?
My journey has been ever wearisome and oh so long"

Times changed, so much become forgotten except in hys mind's eye
With weary posture, ragged words, "Enough!", is the cry
Surrounded by new kingdoms of concrete, glass and steel
Longing for a loving touch upon hys skin to feel
Searching again, hy waits for another lover, another day
Knowing in hys heart, on meeting the very words she will say...

"Sweet sweet bard, sweeter love, how long have I followed your song?
My journey has been ever wearisome and oh so long"

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

"Tuurngaq" (Fallen Angel)

I am an angel made from Heaven's Light
Created to uphold what is right

I am an angel born of the god's sweat and strife
The only one given mortal life

I am an angel who draws earthly breath
who also knows the pain of death

I am an angel and yet I too can fall
I am an angel and not above it all

I am an angel, once top of the list
One who longed for only a kiss

I am an angel who felt a human touch
then was left longing for it too much

I am an angel who dared to love
and now have fallen from Heaven above

I am an angel of flesh and bone
I no longer wish to be alone

I am an angel who in passion did lie
I am an angel and now I cry

I am an angel, denied Heaven's throne
with no place to call my home

I am an angel who dared desire
Now, I shall forever be burned in love's fire

I am an angel or so I seem
The only one to have a mortal's dream

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

"An Alphabet of War"

All the pain in the world is
Bundled up inside us
Causing many of us to have our spirit
Die with each passing day.
Everywhere we look, we and
Find people who
Glorify living the "good life" while still others preach about
Happiness
In tune with
Joy as they refuse to acknowledge that the
Killing and wars rage on...
Leaving society injured, dead and torn. It
Makes them angry, demanding and
Needing answers as well as
Ordering strong vindication. But to
Pause,
Question the facts while
Requesting something different, finding only a
Silent whisper of no hope or
Truth, so very
Unyielding. "That won't stop the
Viciousness and violence", we cry as the government
Wages more personal wars on morality. If we refuse to be another
Xerox copy of Fascism,
Yearning for freedom, we will find that all our
Zeal will have been just another meaningless and weak facade in the sands of time.

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

"The scene"


I had been captivated by her all night
There was something about her that caught my eye
I couldn’t place a name to it.
I watch as she strips for hym
Standing there in her defiant stark beauty
I notice that others have gathered to watch this scene unfold
I wonder what will hy choose to be hys implements
To inflict maddeningly passionate torture on her body
As I watch
I see her lift her head
Her eyes catch mine
She is absolutely stunning there
A picture of obedient submission
Hy leads her to the St. Andrews cross and restrains her there perfectly
Her head is turned to the side
I meet her gaze full on
I watch as hy picks up the buffalo hide floggers
And begins hys warm-up
I watch intently, never losing her gaze
I watch as her body moves into each touch of the leather on her skin
And her eyes become glazed over with only the rawest of emotions
I feel a deep stirring in my body
I watch this torment play itself out before me
I watch as hy brings her closer and closer to the brink
Of what I am unsure
And yet through it all her gaze has never strayed from mine
Before long I see her eyes close
She bites her bottom lip
This scene so intense it shakes me to the core
And yet I am at the verge of release myself
Her eyes open and fix on me again as her body begins to shudder
Hy soon moves to release her
Beginning the aftercare that such an intense scene demands
I am left shaken to my core as together they turn
Walking away to some more secluded area
I shrug off the obviousness of my arousal
I make my way through the throngs of people outside into the darkness
I step into the womb of the night
Drawing several cleaning breaths into my lungs
Trying to still my raging libido
I am oblivious to time and space as the cool night air fills me
I then feel a touch upon my shoulder
Turning in the darkness
I know who it is even though I cannot see her face
I fight the urge to pull her into my arms
Showing her the extent of my arousal
Instead I stand silent
As she leans in and whispers
“Thank you”
Then kisses my cheek
Before waking away

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

"Langian"


Plateau
Pinnacle
Rincon
This is the landscape of your body
I long for a sojourn in the haven your flesh offers
Show me the way to paradise

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

If I dared to delve inside
I wonder what would I find....

Possibly

I would find me....

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

"2nd Revelation"

Insinuate yourself upon the idea of my passions

Tantalizing...
My reason
Invigorating..
My logic
Reverberating
In my soul

This is the desert of my temptation
Cast me not aside

If this is the Alpha
Then you are the Omega

I welcome this Armageddon

Show me the way to Golgotha

Bring me to the state of catastrophe
Bring about my willing demise

Crucify me upon your fingertips

Let your desires wash over me
This is...

The Way
The Truth
The Life

Leave me here on this silken wasteland
Ravaged by the needs that rage within you

The heavens quake with my lament

As the verbiage is written upon my body

“Oh god” My heart cries hoping you will not forsake me




Wishful thinking at it’s best

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

"The Apostate"

aka: "Free Thinker"



Delusions, the front page headlines
Consume the world around me at a price of $ 1.50
Disgust fills my lungs like the air I breathe

And with deliberate intent
In defiance of “god’s law” passed down
And distributed through
Legislature as,
“Liberty and Justice for those who Obey”

I choose an existence in defiance of the “norm”

I journey outside the limitations
Of a definition I never chose
I determine for myself...

Who I am

I give death
To the dogmatic destiny
Of my fellow wo/men
Which has been bred inside
Through countless,
Mindless
Generations

I declare with a fist raised

I am the apostate!!

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

"Untitled"


A carmine embrace upon the seas
Waves kissed in erubescent hues
The sky set afire in shades of claret, vermillion and damask
I sit awash in ruddy shadows consumed by thoughts of you
My heart swims deeply in a need, glowing crimson, to feel you here

Come to me my sanguine beauty
Wrap me in your rubicund existence
Take me away from this beach of loneliness
And into the cerise depths of your heart

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

"Turning pages"



Emotions antiquated on my memory
This is infinite honour paid in full

I turn the page and move on

Carnal desire documented here
Upon the journal of my heart

Still, I turn the page and move on

Tears of yearning well at the recollection
I tremble as if your fingers still touch my skin

And yet I turned the page and moved on

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

"Feminism"


What is this?

This is not about class
This is not about creed
This is not about race
This is not about sex

This is about want
About need
About desire
A desire to give

Of my own free will
For my own needs
My own desires

So touch me here

Here where
It is not about hands
Not about tongues
Not about caresses
Not about kisses

But is about
Being a woman
A woman in control
Control of her passion
Her desire
Her want
Her needs

Where it is about
Becoming
Finding
Me

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

"Verbal voyeurism"


Verbiage
Comes to me
So freely
Giving herself
To my means
From her I create
Soliloquies
Prose
Verse

And I watch
As she
In turn
Caresses
Fondles
Embraces
Each idea

I watch
As you read
The beauty that together
We have created
Verbiage and I

Watching
Syllabics
Wrap around you
Enfold you
Consume you

Such beauty
Created
Expressed
Displayed
In


Verbal voyeurism

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

Ancient passions crumble like dust to the wind
What would have been my life, my soul, my one love
has been deprived of me.
The beauty of euphonia lies forever just beyond my reach
as I sit locked within a stony prison of silence.
In sleep I dream of the whisper of your sighs.
When I awake, there remains an emptiness, an ache to hear once again the faint strains of your voice.
And yet it is all rhetorical, a moot point.
For I have never heard a single sound nor will I ever.

I sit in the eternal quiet of deafness.

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

"The Garden Of Eden"



I was created in beauty
Profiled by sin

Here I sat in subservient silence
Subject to his every whim

“Go forth and multiply”
Did not mean conquer, rape and beat

Beauty of this garden
Now lies broken at my feet

The most fearsome beast
Walks in the shadow of a man

Fires of dissidence burn
My weapon in hand

Murder beckons
Temptation awaits

The poison apple bitten
Death shall be his fate

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

"Rendezvous Part: 1"

Door clicking
Shut
Behind us

Deafening
In the silent darkness

Outdone
Only
By the sound
Of our laboured breathing

Soon
Finding myself
Pressed
Against the wood door

Lips
Savage
Upon my own

Fingers
Tearing
At my shirtfront

Quickly moving
Pinning her
Against the door
Assuming
The “Upper Hand”

Taking hold
Of wrists

Held above
Her head
Firmly

Kissing her
Roughly
Then
Pulling back

Mustering
Every ounce of
Patience
I have

Finally
Releasing
Her hands
Moving my own
To
Her shoulders

Keeping
Her pressed
Against the door
Pinioned by my hips

Sliding
The fabric of her jacket
From
Her shoulders

Letting
It slide
To the floor

My lips
Returning
To
The oasis
Of hers

Drawing
The longest drink
From
Their depths

Placing my hands
At the front
Of her blouse

Slowly

Drawing the buttons
Through
Each
Buttonhole
My fingers
Tracing
Along the edge
Of
The fabric

Teasing
The skin
Revealled

Feeling my heart
Pounding
Like a Jackhammer
Beneath
The confines
Of
My rib cage

The rhythm
Echoing
The thunder
Outside

Her hands
Go
To
My waist

Trying
To
Pull me
Closer

The only way
I could be
Closer
Is
To
Be Buried
Deep
Inside her

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

"Rendezvous Part: 2"

Now
Down to the last three
Buttons

Impatience
Consuming me

Needing
To feel
Her silky skin
Beneath my hands
Now

Searching
Her face

Illuminated
By the flash
Of
Lightning outside

Looking
For any sign
To stop

Seeing
In the dim light

Desire
Written boldly
Across
Her face

There
I received
My answer

Watching
Quickly
Before the light
Fades

Before
We are plummeted
Back
Into
Darkness

Watching
A rivulet of rainwater
Plunge
Beneath the horizon
Of
Her silken bra

I groaned

Trying
To reign in
My
Raging need

I find myself
Losing
The battle

Grabbing
The fabric
In my hands
Roughly
Ripping
The buttons loose

They cascade
In a shower
To
The floor

My hands
Delve
Beneath
The fabric

Fingers
Splaying
Across the landscape
Of
Her stomach

Brushing
The fabric
Aside

Hands
Encircling
Her rib cage

Her skin
Smoother
Than I had imagined

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

"Elysium"



Intertwined bodies
Posit upon a pallet
Of barley
Of wheat
Of Earth

Desquamate
Of all inhibitions
More naked
Than mere flesh allows
Stripped
Past the core

Bared
Beyond the senses

Entering now into
The lyceum of the Gods

Here
Upon Nature’s Altar
Our bodies
A immolation
Of skin
Of sweat
Of moans
Of sighs

An offering of passion

Here
I will revere
The goddess
Within you

With a caress
Of words
Spoken to
Your body

Here
In the dagoba
Of your arms
Of your thighs

In the tenebrous hours
Before the Dawn
I will see
The gates
Of Elysium
Opened wide

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

"Alone Haiku"


I in solitude
Here in my sanctuary, here alone

Finally I'm Free

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

"Rendezvous: Part III"

I lean in
let my lips navigate
the passage
down her neck
to her collarbone

flicking
my tongue
across
its defined
edge

I felt her
shudder
clear
down
in my pelvis

she pulled me back
in
another kiss

I pushed the fabric
of
the torn shirt
from her shoulders
down
her arms
free
of
her hands
letting it fall
a rumple on the floor

I let my hands trail
up
the bare skin
of
her arms

then back down

I moved
my hands
to
her hips
pulling her
towards me

Pulling her deeper
into
the bulge
in
my jeans

The same bulge
that had held her
captivated
earlier in the day

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

Some Haiku:

Quietly Snow Caresses
In Northern Realms she does Reign
Her touch, cool, like Ice

The rain falling so relentless
Caressing my inflamed skin
Like only a Mistress can

Countless words
Devoid of inflection
Scream across the page

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

"ziohan"

heart strings
there for the plucking
draw from my body
ontemn

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

" orð "

spoken
in silence
echoing in my heart
like distant thunder

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

"æmtig"


filling
my void

one
digit
at a time

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

As the steam and heat of the night’s passions fade on the cool morning air
And the morning calls an end to the darkness of want,
of need,
of desire
I jump at the chance to touch you,
caress you,
feel you
As you lie static, and wrapped in the safe, comforting embrace of slumber

Gently I search for any sign of your fall from heaven
A divine illuminance radiating from your angelic face,
Anything that would release the mystery behind that dangerous glint in your eyes.

My hands traverse up your back,
sliding over the ink markings on your skin,
the various branding marks,
and the places left tender from all those who have hurt you before.
Each one of these a testament of the pain life has forced you to endure.
I see now, that here lies the proof of your astral birth, my fallen angel..
A feather,
inked flat
against the canvas of your skin

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

A mirrored reflection in your eyes
Wanting
To touch the core of you

And all the answers hidden there,
Woven into a tangled mess of emotion

I am the key to the puzzle
The answer to the riddle

Let me reach fully into your soul
And take what is mine:
Your heart

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

Hungry for your words upon my skin.
I long to swallow your solliloquies,
And feel them slip across my tongue like the silkenness of warm brandy.

My soul sleeps.
Longing to be awakened with a gentle whisper.
The gift of your verbiage enfolding me in the subtlest nuance.

Each word, a seperate caress.
Heightening my desires.
Making me crave more.
Give to me the gift of your epic.

And as you wink at me,
An unspoken promise upon your lips.
I offer you the mystery that is me.
Begging.
Longing.
Craving.
Nothing more than your words.

Syllables of strikingly vivid hues,
Painted upon the canvas of my desires.
And through the gates of erotic prose,
Give to me not only the world,
But the universe whole.

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

Jaded writings on countless pages of parchment
Darkness of ink lashing out painfully against the untainted page
This is the blood of my heart spilled here for all to see

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

I lust for passion
sweet upon my tongue.

I ache to worship your luscious places.

I want my fingers to frantically swim
beneath your wet sea.

I will live in a symphony of sweat, screams, and moans of desire
whispered in my heart.

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

Can you handle me

when I crawl across the floor to you with that pleading look in my eyes?

Can you handle me

when I beg for your cruelty, your mercy?

Can you handle me

bared on the rack before you, waiting for your next move?

Can you handle me

when I beg for just one more lashing from your new cane?

Can you handle me

when the tears well in my eyes after you have taken me further than my own limitations?

Can you handle me

when I need nothing more than to serve you, please you?

Can you handle me

when you place the collar about my neck, the marks upon my skin, marking me as your own?

Can you handle me

and my submission given only to you?

Can you handle me

when I bleed for you, cry for you, long for you?



Can you handle me?

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

Slashes
Red
Against
Canvas of
Ivory
Flesh

Leather
Worn
Smooth by
Sweat

Encircling
Wrists

Holding
Firm

Iron
Will
Holding
Firmer

It is
My Need
My Want
My Submission

Holding
Me
There

Crack
Of
Thunder

Each
Time
The Whip
Strikes
Skin

Then
A Flogger
A Crop
A Torch

Composing
Symphonies
Of
Grunts
Moans
Sighs

My Body
The Orchestra

You
The Conductor

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

Emotions streaking the page of my life so like watercolors in the rain.
Hues of happiness in vibrant red, yellow and orange blur into despair's shadow of black.

Even in my maturity, I long to wail and rally at a mother's breast, demanding revenge.
Yet here, no law, no reason, no logic apply.

The imprint of your words striking harshly against my frail exterior.
And if I'd the strength of the Titans, I would banish you into exile.

Yet beyond the silhouette,
Contained within the reflection of the shattered mirror;
I stare at your face, and I see
Myself.

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

I draw deeply on the clove cigarette between my fingers,
thinking of a time when you and I danced among the maples

But now you sit still as stone
Locked within the fortress of your own pain
Isolating me from the sanctuary I once found in you

You were to me a life-saver,
And all the things within myself I longed one day to set free

Could we again be like we were
Could we be like the camera caught us
Exposed in that worn photograph long since discarded?


As the leaves now fall from the trees
Mingling and burying the feathers of my freedom in you

I turn and walk away
Forsaking everything
Including the coins that rustle in my pocket
And choosing the path of the recluse

I wander now
Alone
A Buddha seeking the answers to my own suffering
In solitude

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

"Cyrano Reborn"

Using methods of spinning words and syllables into liquid silk
I spend countless hours writing unending declarations of love
Is but nothing to come of this?
If I were a man of revenge, I would confess the deepest secret of my soul
I would risk the world turning on it’s axis, and everything becoming awry
To tell you that these words are not hys, but in fact mine.
Ahh but to risk the recoil of such actions, such thoughts.
I do not dare to render myself wounded with the fall out of such.
So here I sit, body bent over the page creating images of scenic beauty in soliloquy.

And as I watch from darkened shadow
I watch this charlatan, this jester, play the part of King to a willing and blinded audience.

But if given the opportunity
Would I step from the shadows embrace?
Would I take your hand and lead you off to dance?
Would I be able to serenade you with the music of my words?
Could I dare steal you away, you the belle of the ball?

I answer my own question.
My own musing as I make my way out to stand under the bright scrutiny of the moonlight.
The sounds of muted whispers, the rasp of silken skirts float on the wind from inside to me.
And I damn myself for my cowardice.
If I had half the nerve I shall dash out my own heart lest it betray me again.
I should retreat forever from the cruelty of this world into permanent hermitage.
Yet, transfixed, I remain riveted to this spot, a masochist for the maker of my own demise.

If only I could air the desire
If only I could adore her, my lady in the open.
And not be confined to the sidelines.

I lift my head and gaze at the stars
Damning the gods for their tormenting games
Since when had it become sport to leave the hearts of the faithful broken?
Since when had it become commonplace to fall prey to the sting of loves nine lashes?

Oh but to embrace the sanctuary, the reverie of fantasy.
There could I hold her
There could I profess that in fact it is I who love her
That the words of devotion hy speaks are truly mine.

And as I draw my jacket tighter against the chill from within
I damn the fire of my Cajun blood, and the passion it births.
If only I had taken the path of the prophet rather than the poet.
I could then be the restless walker, and not have to linger here slave to my own passions.

And yet I wonder
Perhaps one day could the balance be shifted?
Could the fates decide in my favour?
Could my luck possibly change?
And if that day should come about would I know it in it’s coming?
Would I know the time, would I know the date?

And with the sound of a lonely bird’s cry.
The haunting lilt of the loon;
I am struck with the mark of genius
The lightning strike of epiphany
That I will never stop my yearning for her.

And with heart pounding like rain on tin
I turn and make my stand.

And with the bravado of beloved Cyrano
I step onto the battlefield.

As I take her into my arms
And my love for her profess.

I know that if all else
I may have lost the war.
But the battle has just begun

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

"Bondir"

Diving into the abyss
With eyes wide shut
I bring forth
Radiance
Light
Love
With the touch
Of compassion

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

I want you,
With such intensity
Right here
Right now.

My fingers tangled in your hair,
the colour of the finest French cognac.

I see in my minds eye
Your eyes the darkest brown,
so like the ink in the inkwell
as they look to me with fire,
with passion.

My fingers insist on touching your skin.
So much so that my palms itch from the want.

I long to clasp you to me fiercely, taking you right here.
Bending you over the desk.
Having my way with you until you scream and beg me not to stop.
Until both our knees are weak, and our breathing laboured.

I long to be your vagabond,
Your rogue
Your dirty little secret.

As in turn you become my little whore.

The lines becoming fuzzy between
Reality and fantasy.

And as we wait to write our own history in grunts, growls, moans, and screams.

I claim forever what is rightfully mine.

Your body,
Your, heart,
Your soul.

In silence

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

"Opus of Existence"

I feel the music pulse through my veins
Every cell becoming engorged with a rush of fluid

This same music can also enrage me or invigorate me
For it is the essence of who I am...it is in my very make-up

I am the aria, the operetta, the composition of each striking note

These instruments endeared to me for they are my fragile skeleton
They are the end result of a fusion of passion, drive, creativity and consumption

My only enemy, the silence that threatens to wash me away
Notes of my existence lost to the tempestuous winds

So here I write my final opus
Kept within the enclosure of parchment and pigment
Thus enabling one to know that I even existed at all

And when time is forgotten, and civilization gone, these notes will remain, carried on the subtle breeze

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

Written for the 9 Word Poetry Thread

Pea-coat collar turned up
His footfall
Echo soundless
Upon
Wet pavement
He'd give anything
Everything
For dryness
A warm place

Into the diner going
Nearly colliding
With her
Eyes meet
Electricity
As he takes in
Autumnal tresses
And cerulean eyes

Sodden apologies
Repeated
Exchanged
In passing

At the counter
He sits
Awaiting
That warm
Decadent
Cup of coffee

Pulling a journal
Battered
Worn
From his pocket
Opening to
Painting after painting
Sketch after sketch
To the floor
Falls a napkin
Upon it scrawled
"Call me sometime."
Followed
By a number

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

Angels and Devils rapt in a tumultuous embrace
Saints and Sinners look on with envious eyes
While at the same time
Their gazes are filled with suprise and shock

Mankind labels them all Lunatics, Heretics, and Blasphemers in their confusion
But what do they know of the affairs of Elysium?
What do they know of life itself?
A life in which they merely exist, yet never live

It is here, that even the Gods have leant themselves to the foray


The Aurora Impetus illuminates the sky of nightfall, brightening the horizon
Lending an ethereal backdrop to the sensual dance of the seraphim and the succubi

This IS the battle between heaven and hell

Waged with
Touches
Warm embraces
Kisses
Sighs
Moans
And whimpers

Laughter and tears of the sweetest release
Echoing through the early morning skies
Like the crack of thunder
The flash of lightning

This is the "voice of god"
This is the language of desire
This is the sweetest Ambrosia
This is the essence of dreams

This is the the eternal dance
Passion and pain all in one
Brought forth in the arch of a back
The uttereance of a breathless sigh

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

A second's respite
As I look for my soul's anchor
Attending and arranging my personal state
Emotions in an uproar, raised to a dangerous level
Yet the lesson learned
Though lips may lie, actions do not.
Passion is no replacement for Reason

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

Repeat upon my skin the touch of leather
Stinging
Biting
Caressing like only a lover could

Touch the cool blade to my skin
Cool as Ice
Sharp as a razor
Cutting away the inhibitions of a lifetime

Leave me with shallow breath
And quaking heart
Leave me wanting your tyranny

Bind my wrists
My ankles
My heart
In a firm embrace

Pinch my skin
Pierce my soul
Make me more than just your slave, your bottom, your submissive
Make me YOURS

Leave marks upon my skin in vibrant hues of red and purple
Showing the world the honour you pay to my gift of submission

Take me to the edge
Take me to the brink
And push me to break form
Push me to defy you
Test my devotions
And my servitude

And make me all the more stronger
All the more complete for this trade
This exchange of power

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

Do not presume to assault me further
With word, gesture, or deed

Do not torment me with your false promises
Those words hollow and meaningless

Do not presume to tell me what I must feel
What I must think, what I must be
For those things are not yours to determine

Do not try to persuade me into that trap again
For I will not be blindly lead

Do not push me, pull me or prod me
For you do not control me

I am my own soul, my own being, my own man
I will abandon your darkness to step into the light
I will awaken from the sleep that consumed me
And I will become whole

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

I studied you for countless moments as you slumbered, your short brown hair tousled from sleep.

I looked to the hardened and chisled features of your face, looking for the secrets they contained. The hint of a laugh, the shadow of a smile reflecting your love for me.

Here you lie on my sheets, in my bed, so far removed from the asphalt warrior that the world has forced you to be.

The world always viewed you as the "odd one out" The woman trying so hard to be a man. The fool in drag.

But I instead looked at you as the normal one in a world of oddities. The handsome amongst the profane.

I wonder as I look at your sleeping face, softened in the grip of slumber and wonder when did the hardening begin.

When did the stone form?

When did the gentleness take leave, only to be seen in rare glimpses on rare occasions?

And as I continue to peer at you, the answer comes to me.

It was when you first loved me.

When you first knew that you would have to fight with every breath to be able to love me in a world that doesn't allow for our kind of love.

And at that thought, my heart swells.

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

The hour foreboding
The sand slipping through the embrace of glass

Promises lost in the fray
Memories too

As the sand moves to it's own beat
It's own rhythm
Cool and unfeeling

Moves made that were meant to last
Gone before the last breath is drawn

So hold fast
Enjoy faster
Make each moment yours while it lasts

Before the thief of time steals away with it

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

Open my reason
Open my passion

Assume to insinuate yourself
Upon my skin
Upon my heart
Upon my soul

Delight me with the subtle nuances that are you

Writhe with me
And under me
Into the wee hours of morning

Then promise me
That you will not destroy me
Like all the countless others have before