Renaissance

STING & CHEB MAMI - DESERT ROSE

The renaissance.  Its to be celebrated... after it is over.  The rebirth, the rejoice, the new life born, celebrated by all who don't have to endure... to go through the pain of the renaissance.  The strive to be born anew.  The exhaustion, the pain, of emerging though the birth canal.

The hair producing a half hidden face.  Always something would remain half hidden.  The bending to reveal, followed by the soft tug pulling up.  Did he notice?  Was the soft passing moment of reveal catch his eye?  Her smile was suppoed to cover her insecurity.

Did she know, his desire burning, to run his hand across her thigh.  So close, so far, To touch... to know... to feel... to anything.  Before he could, she moved.  Just a hint away, but always away.  Was it a beacon calling him forth, or a fence pushing him away.  Movements in the lands of shadow he never saw.

The rain: would it pour in a deluge, or would it refrain-holding back the gift of life.

She laughed.  Energy static shot from her lips.  Her eyes burning pools of desire,  So fierce that the retreat or advance was lost in the precious fire.  The sudden shift towards... what did it mean?  The silent delight, the silent death.  The not knowing.

So is the renaissance... forever crawling toward the light. 

Exhausting step...

followed by exhausting step...

Continued marching towards the light.

Sweet Dream

Beyoncé - Sweet Dreams (Steamweaer Club Mix) (Vj Dymmy More FT. Vj Leonardo Videro RMX)

She waited. Her legs softly parted, warmed from a night of his gentle caress along the soft supple of her inner thigh. The laugh.  The gentle squeeze.  Each movemnt, touching, softly building the excitement.  She was ready.  She longed to feel his touch rise,higher,forever higher.  But when...when would her guilty pleasure come to fruition.  Her moves forward, when would... when would he respond.

Her twist, her tear, he saw it all.  He let the passion build.  Soft signals she would recieve.  All the while, the passion within him was rising, was building.  His glancing touch.  She would konw that his passion built until it could no longer bear the pressure.  The bud that so desperately longed to bloom into a flower, consuming, raging, in its beauty, none could deny.

So it was.  The touch, the kiss, each drawing forth from her the animal... the primal.  The glance the drawing forth passion form the gentle, beautiful, all too often ignored underside that he would explore.  His lips meanwhile, in kisses filled with passion, would consume.

She wanted.  She longed.  Her eyes half closed provided witness.  She was lost in a maelstrom of passion.  Her touches burning sought out his shape, his form, that which pressed against.

His hands caught, lingered, on that which made her so separate from him.  The soft, the round, the supple.   The curves where he lost himself, only to find a burning primal heat.  His desire, so longing, so waiting, so burning to come, to become one with the target of his desire... to melt in her heat. to become one... in her heat.  To return to the primal... in her heat.  To reenter the garden of Eden... in her... to become one. In the burn, to somehow return, to the primeval.

Sweet Dream.

Crazy

Clarence Bekker (playing for change): Crazy

To start
To begin
Where exactly am I in
The middle of
The ending of
That
Which haunts
The game
For her
Little more
Than such
Just a game
To laugh
Is so much easier
Than to cry
Than to try
Just one more
One more
To break though
The fortress built
Around your soul
Crazy
Such is love
The giving of
The surrender of
On something
Built
Wings of gossamer
Amazing to fly
If one even dares try
To raise ramshackle contraption
If only for moments
Fleeting
Rishing
Above the earth

But to rise
Momentary moments
Almost frozen
Free
From the earth

The life
In the short span
Make the life
Without
Complete
In a way

Play with me

Thompson Twins: Play with me

"Play with me"
Her eyes cried
Mercury retrograde
So they say
The pulling back
Followed by the mischievous smile
Beckoning one to follow
Be consumed by me
Be lost
In the fire
Of my desire
Piercing
The gentle turn
Displaying hips so full
So tight
So calling
Radiating
Waiting
Longing
For his touch
To rise
Across her thighs
To seek
The heat
Her Garden
of Eden
Hidden
Reserved
For you alone
Perhaps
The mischievous smile beckons
It is
Give in
For I long
To recieve
The burning touch
Placed
Traced
Alog the measured lace
Boundary
Wanting
Desperate
For you to cross
If you dare
For the pleasure
of burning kisses
Enflamed
as they
Rise
Higher
All the while
Her eyes cried
"Play with me"

Assertion incomplete

DONNA SUMMER vs YAZOO - I Feel Deep Love Situation

The beat
Always drove
The primal
Each reach
The first
Each exploration
The new
Curves calling out hear
Crying for the touch
The feel
The caress
And in touches
Primal
Electric
To be transported
To the other world
Of

The two
Secluded
Though lost in a crowd
In the moment
In the smoke
To be lost
Each
To
Each

Static shot
From his hand
Her thigh
Strobe reflects
Frozen movement
Each pulse higher
And in the pulse
Life

Drawing forth
From her
Soft movements longing soft
Pressing
Encouraging
To move higher
To quench
To live
To die
In the caress
Primal
The soft
Melting
The hard
Pressing
Tracing touch
Marking
Her assertion
Complete
Yet
Unfinished
Signaled by
Desire drawn
Arch of her neck
Yet
Unfinished for

His advance
Voracious
Matched
Her hunger
Unending
In the moment eternal
The hunger
Has only awoke

She liked to hide in the bushes

Just Dance/Sweet Dreams - Lady GaGa vs Eurythmics mashup-remix

She liked to hide in the bushes
Watch the others play
Away
Fill the day
With laughter
While she
Hid
In her silent cloister
None could see
The slow death
Her heart's
Soft silent break
If none could hear
None would know
Almost as if it never happened
But it did

She would pick and choose
Past poems
Linger
From when she was
When something was
To be
Rather
Than history
Today

She could blot the memory
Of him
Of the times she was free

So it goes

Stone in Love

Stone in Love - Journey

Journey
They were there
To provide
The soundtrack to early
Explorations in love

The shadows of
The halls of
school dances
Prances
Shuffled dances
Melodies sent
Ripping
Tearing
Through the dissolution
The confusion
Of what
Was about to be entered
Territory unknown

She came
Eyes
Persian
Corners bit tight
Pointing upwards
Forever upwards
Makeup
Made up
To entice
To watch
While her
Hips swayed
On the floor
The offer of
So much more
To the boy
Waiting
Wanting
To Cherish
To embrace
For a moment
To feel
The press of her soft
Growing heat
Against his hard
Strength
Waiting
Only
To devour
To become
One

With the Shadows
Came the longing kiss
That had waited
So long
To become
A sign
Of the longing
For more
So much more

The press
The pull
The hidden slip
The slide
Pushing towards
The heat

To be consumed
By
With
Forever
Her

The slip up
The skirt
The turn of her head
The neck revealed
Wanting
longing
to be devoured

The chase
For a reculse
Of the two
Burning
Fevered hot
Longing
For desire
To play
For a moment

Kisses begin the rise
Along
Thighs
Porcelain soft
The blemish of humanity
Hidden
While
Hips wide
Spread wider
To enjoy
To die
In his slow advancing march
Pressing toward
Heat building
Forever building
With the longing
To be quenched

Hands furious
lips drawing passion
buttons flew

Don't worry
A sign
Stone in love