Samantha Beardon's Blog, page 78

Living Life

​I cope with my  life in my tried and tested ways

Spreading out my love and keeping fears at bay

I know that I have a boundless, store of love, to give

So no need to horde it, I can let it live

I am less certain about receiving love

Or sharing other parts of me, some of me is bluff

My dreams are horded close and rarely shared

 Illusions, I try to spot then change or kill

But some exist against my will

My tolerance is kept in a box

I try my best to keep it unlocked

Diplomacy is sometimes in short supply

My bag of diplomacy often seems to run dry

Irreverence and humour come from a well

I drink from it regularly I am under its spell

My inhibitions pop into my mind

Stay with me during the daily grind

I cope with my life in tried and tested ways

Trying to change some of my excessive forays

During it all I remain unique

The pluses and minuses of this priceless antique 

Trying to live, love and be fulfilled

Learning from life maybe becoming more skilled

Colours of love

​What are the colours associated with love, are such fanciful notions new to you

Do you think it bizarre, to spread out the colours, to compare their hues

My notion of love in this context, would be,of sex and desire

The love related to intimacy

If I put up a chart would the colours vary, between old and new love?

Would each swatch be a  match,for each stage of the game, would that be tough?

My notion is that each relationship has different nuances and different lengths of stages

So each love, each swatch would have its own vivacity

So while fizz, bang, storm will rage, the density, andintensity will modulate in different phases

So how to pick the colours?

So colour me , attraction in a muted colour pallet 

With lust burning  with bright and shimmering bursts of raw colour

Desire in smouldering heavy tones

I pick up my colour chart thinking of my loves 

Teasing out the strands marking each with the care that love behoves 

Washing the darkness from the strands 

Making my memories of old love clear and free of bitterness

Then moving to colour this new love with a rainbow of magnificence 

As I indulge in the colours of love

Wishes

​Suffused with love and caught on a whim

Feeling excited hoping to win

Sending you wishes and hopes by the score

Blowing them mightily out of the door

Swirling, whirling  into the sky

Floating, flying ,oh so high

Fluttering and Floating never tied down

Growing into happiness if they land on the ground

Leaving signs of the love that we share

Floating around you with plenty to spare

Dreaming

​Curled up neatly 

Sleeping tight

Mind over flowing

Sexy dreams fight

Sheets dampen

Thrashing limbs

Feeling touch 

Tunnel dims

Tease arouse

Embrace tight

Ghostly presence

Lips fight

Breathless steamy

Arms clamp

Spooning sweetly

Features blank

Moaning rises

Breathing lust

Urges surge

Sanity bust

Sleeping wildly

Dreams asunder

Smiling face

Weak with wonder.

Confused about Love

​Listening to the love songs

Reading the books

Love should be out there, can’t be overlooked

Take my breath away, Love at first sight

Looked around the corners,under the seats

In my life,that sort of love, seems to have me beat

Had the sparks and the flashes

But not the full thunderstorm

Are all those songs and novels, so far from the norm?

Is companionship and friendship

A more sustainable refrain

Am I searching for unicorns, a pot of gold, the bubbles in champagne?

Contentness and happiness are with me yet

Still I am searching for the holy grail

Confused by reality, a very cold trail

Is my love with me

But my mind doesn’t see?

I am confused, who can help me?

Red letter day

Daydream??

​Cleaning the house is such a bore

Sinks, basins, and loo rings ever more

Every week the dirt is back

Dust, crumbs, and pubic hair to hack

This male has weekend chores, to do

Day dreaming makes the world renew

He imagines the thoughts of his trusty steed

Who would be imaging, such sexy deeds

While his hands wields the duster

Steed  dreams of things, to make him fluster

Hills and valleys to climb and touch

Perky breasts, with knobs and such

Tight trimmed Tabbies Oh so lush

Wet water rafting in tunnels that crush

Syntillating views that stun the senses

Steeds adventures so immenses

Though a steed is versatile 

 He thinks cleaning such a trial 

Cleaning the house is such a bore

Day dreaming mediates the chore

When his steed is bored with cleaning

He stands up to say

Come on  want sex…ok?

Prolonged one night stand

​Electrifying sensations

Exciting  intonations

Addictive causality

Abundant sexuality

More than a one night stand

Hormone fuelled

Hedonistic meetings

Singular plurality

Outside morality

Should only have been a one night stand

Remorse

Regret

Meet

Merge

Submerge

Addicted behaviour

Arousal Saviour 

Crave contact

Crass objective

Need to cut that bond.

Hah but am I that strong?

Love

​Love comes in many forms

Hard  to articulate, sort the norms

Child to parent

Parent to child

Strong love bonds mostly arise

Can we even count the guises

The instances where love arises

The turbulent emotions with our siblings

Or best friends who help us fix things

Love given with conditions

Or freely offered no omissions

Romantic love in all its forms

The crush, the lust, the dream the storms

That forever love that disappears

Leaving scars for years and years

New love burning oh so bright 

Maybe the flame can’t last in daylight

Love that delivers pleasure then pain

Shrivels the soul, aportions blame

Love is ever present

Ever present is love

When romantic love seems to falter

Find the love in the other quarters

For where ever you are, in the cycle of love

Keep planting the seeds there is always enough

Deep inside the flame of love burns bright

Slow burn….quick fix

​Touch my mind move within

Imagine your breath on my naked skin

Emotional and physical needs so new

Nerve endings raw from wanting you

Should I walk, the straight, or crooked path

Will precipitate action, ruin the aftermath

Do I want you to be a fling

Or are you a finer option, my queen, to your king

Would traditional courting add enough spice

Or in the internet age would it suffice 

Instant gratification might hold sway

Could there be another way

Questioning the act of parted thighs

Until I stare into your eyes