Samantha Beardon's Blog, page 88

Dividing line

Expectation is the route of heartache

Let’s just be and go with the flow

Trouble is this is the retake

Testing how our feelings grow

There is no expectation of forever

This is the moment to share it all

We just need to explore the pleasure

Store it away  make the call

As your fingertips explore my body

I tremble under that masters touch

Nerve ends sing as you map me hotly

Silken lips arouse me much

Ready to become partners of pleasure

Keeping my longings to this feeling so divine

As we make memories to treasure

Two then as one the dividing line.

Caught on a whim.

Softly blown wishes, like thistledown

Carried on wings over boundless ellipses

Fluttering and floating never tied down

Quietly hushed, as they blow overhead

Valiantly hoping, they reach the right town

Willing the wind will carry them safe

Over the miles and onto your face

Changing themselves into emotions and pictures

To set you on fire with love without hitches

As my desires swirl and brim

I want you totally bewitched

Suffused with love and caught on a whim

Moulding me

I love to escape into my mind,

My sanctuary from life’s issues all kind

I learn to look at a different me

Share or touch and you might see.

 

Something set words and emotions free

My joy in life maybe the key

Taking the past moulding the future

Each a story line making a booster

 

New skills to learn new paths to create

Understanding beliefs that formulate

Before me, paths spread to tease,

Which way does my journey lead?

 

Looking at the world anew,

Counting blessings many not few

I view the options try the paths

Live my life with pizazz.

 

Live in the moment

Live in the moment

Not in the past

Nor hanker for the future

It’s a fantasy repast

The moment, might not be the finest

But it’s the now

Make it the best you can

Make it your vow

Don’t defer happiness by harking back

Don’t look to others

To mark out the track

Find inner strength, find joy full of colours

Live in the present

Learn, laugh and cry

This is the moment

For you to fly

Read your mind

Wouldn’t it be good, to be able to read your mind

Or perhaps it wouldn’t really help, us to be realigned

Just really need to understand, the way you think

Instead of making assumptions, that are based on our relationship

I mostly understand the you, that you share

But we are complex creatures, of that I am aware

It’s your secret dreams, unacknowledged longings

Your specific fetishishes, your very heartlongings

I know that male and female sexuality are not totally aligned

Men need more action, and  they keep the extra uninclined

I want to share so much more

Whilst giving you the space to be you, to the core

So many secrets, some untruths, mixed in our personalities

Lead to many fallacies

Would it be good to read your mind

Maybe to both it would be too unkind!

Love and the Heart

What is this tripe about the heart

An illusion in love, used so much in art

Songs and sonnets, plays and books

Breaking hearts, heart sick, the stuff of storybooks

Love is a product of the mind

Involving our emotions and hormones running blind

Attraction starts not from the heart

That’s really not the part

Maybe from a glance that stirs the senses

A touch,mutual interests, our own incentives

The feelings however caused, are a raging torrent

Estcasy can’t be abhorrent

It’s when those feelings wax then wane

That maybe things change refrain

If love goes sour

And walks out the door

Our heart will continue beating

It’s our mind that makes illusions sweeping

Our metaphor

When love walks out the door

Heart Breaking

Strangers but not strangers

We are strangers, connected by the comfort of unfamiliarity.

Although familiarity, knowing  the other, is becoming more a reality.

We touch the edges of our lives.

Spend time  in banter, in play, in idle chat in sexy  innuendo,adding fizz.

It’s peculiar how the inadvertent takes us to a complete circle. 

That feeling of connection; that longing for the things we are not supposed to have.

His face is nothing more than the image of a desired reflection.

Those eyes speaking to me behind his smile. 

Light and shadows confound the lines of time.

I want to see him but reality denies my wish.

All we will ever have are conversations  pictures and the play of words, poetry to sculpt our imaginations.

Is it enough?

For now until it becomes rebuff.

What sort of woman?

What sort of woman do you want

Is there a type that makes you respond

Am I the woman that fits your dreams

Or the type that will give you nightmare screams

Can complex personalities distill the traits

Drill down to find those that the man rates

If women were poems what would you choose

The  haiku short sweet and mysterious

The ode long and serious

Does it depend on your mood

Would you prefer quip and rhyme food

Or rhythmic stanzas

Maybe dip into a compendium bonanza

Is it erotic verse that speaks to you

Or a strong woman with a heart true

My poem is made of complex twists

Turn the pages sample my stories

They may attract you with their stories

If not you will not be the man for me

Because what ever your dreams may be

Whilst I can  join you I am the me

Happy with the way I be.

Rebuilding dreams

Today my dream seems set to rust

Think it’s past it, reduced to dust

Gossamer threads colour my day

Looking at a horizon layered in grey

Sure the dark is pulling me in.

Hold my dreams, in my hand

Sifting through their hues, there’s  a bright strand

Hold that strand towards the light

Twinkling green, then pink, burning bright

Sure the dark is starting to spin.

Twist it round the layers of grey

Life moves on, learn from yesterday

Pick out the issues learn from mistakes

Grasp the new thread with renewed faith

Sure the dark is starting to dim.

Know that some dreams wither away

Hold that fledgling dream and weigh

Twist those colours new bright strand

Hope rebuilt in my hands

Sure the darkness didn’t win.

Meeting

Feeling my cheeks blush

Swamped by this crush

Meeting you for a date

Nervous and excited at fate

My heart is hammering

Emotions enamoring

I have imagined this event

All my dreams it represents

We have been friends for so long

A far away bond has been strong

Feeling sick but delighted

Over awed but excited

Burning at your touch

Skin has a flush

Anxiety superfluous

Eyes longing lustful

Can’t move a muscle

Locked in your arms

Open to your charms

Ready to enact our fantasies.