Through summer’s heat
I find relief
in eyes so deep
I see me in thee
and she in me
lovers and friends
nights are timeless
days never end
her kiss is classic
Shakespearean romance
Romeo and Juliet
We were given their chance
To Live Happily Ever After
Caught in Love’s Trance

Clarity
Alone with my thoughts
I walk through the night

Brevity
She appears by my side
Illustriously divine

Carefully
She asks my name
I’m reluctant to reply

Warily
I offer it up
“Malcolm” I say, staring into her eyes

Magically
I feel a connection
Impossible to deny

Classically
She takes my hand
I struggle in my mind

Casually
She pulls me close
To my fate, I now resign

Sinfully
Our bodies become one
And her lips touch mine

Pleasurably
The night becomes day
With our legs intertwined

Immeasurably
The passion we shared
Words can’t easily define

Delicately
She sneaks off into the dawn
As Clarity once again becomes mine

I almost touched her

It was almost real

It almost happened

I can almost feel

Her hands on my body

her kiss that feels so real

I was almost inside of her

Now how can I live

Dreaming about the past

Mentally it’s still that night

My lips on hers

Our embrace so tight

The passion out of nowhere

I didn’t expect it all

That made it more thrilling

She held me in her thrall

Her back against the wall

me leaning in close

looking into her eyes

reaching for her clothes

And then…it was over

reality interrupted

the fantasy was gone

the spell was broken

Her door was opened

and she slipped inside

She left me in the hall alone

with almost the perfect night

What is it? Is it the spark in the eye of your lover as you caress her body under the sky?

Is it the whisper in her voice as she moans your name, the way your bodies touch as they erupt in flame?

Is it the physical attraction that made you speak to her anyway, even after she cut her eyes and her attitude shoo’d you away?

Do you know it when you see it, lust for it when you read it?  Does it touch the core of your being and make you not want it but need it?

Is it the sound of my voice as I escort you to fantasy, taking hold of your mind, discarding your reality?

Is it the way my words caress you like a form fitting dress, accentuating your curves until you look your very best?

Is it a warm summer’s breeze, captivating, intriguing?  The origination a mystery but it’s existence divine indeed?

Do you crave the attention from a lovers words as well as his touch? Do you need him to say I love you as he enters you with his thrusts?

Is passion the touch of his lips on yours with the lights down low? Slowly as his mouth starts to explore your body down low.

Do you miss it when it’s gone like a echo in your soul? A hunger burning your throat, a story only half told?

Is it the ending you crave? Is that what drives you insane? When your heart beats crazy and pleasure overwhelms your brain?

Do your neighbors know your name? Like thunder with the pouring rain. Repeating every letter, every night, frame by frame.

Is passion what you claim? Or is it the gift that you bring? Is it what matters most, is it what consumes your brain?

I know what passion is, I’ve seen it in her eyes.  And with every kiss I feel I’ve died to be reborn between her thighs.

With every touch I feel I can fly, her lips making me so high. My toes curl and my voice moans and when she asks, I can not lie.  I am hers and she is mine.  I am in love with her body and too, with her mind.

With her pleasure and her games, her creativity drives me insane.  She is my muse and responsible for every word I write on every page.

Passion, without her I’d never be the same

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They’re just words right?
As long as they stay on the page
What could possible go wrong?
She would surely be amazed
My words inspire desire
They are passion uncaged
Each letter a tactile experience
With every word pleasure remains

She couldn’t possibly know
She was soon to see
Her every movement was captured
Perfectly
Visually by me
I encased semantically
Her ever desire
Verbs romantically linked with adjectives
Nouns dipped in fire
Prepositions very existence
To close the short distance
From fantasy to reality
She offered no resistance

They were just words after all…

That’s what she told herself
So when she found herself alone with me
My hands touching her belt
My lips to her neck
She wasn’t prepared for what was next
She thought it was a dream
That this wasn’t possibly what it seemed

They are just words that I read
This can’t possibly be happening to me
My knees can’t possibly be this weak
This kiss is much too good to believe
This can only be imagined
My mind has to be deceived
Just breathe…

The pages came back into view
She could make out the sentence structure
Though it took on a hazy hue
There was steam – that can’t be right
Steam coming from the book?
It was hot to the touch
It moved gently as her hand shook
She turned the page…

He was back at her side
His hands caressing her body
She had nowhere to hide
The buttons on her shirt
Undone
To reveal what was inside
He ventured to a forbidden place
And she beckoned him inside
Her voice caught in her throat
Or was that a moan
His fingers moved expertly
Like the sure rhythm in a poem
Alternating his attention
Never staying on either too long
His lips grazed hers
His kiss was hot
Her lips warm
He moved to her neck
She was unsure of what was next
As he bared his teeth and they formed a gentle caress
His urgency increased
Her heart almost leaping from her chest
Moving lower still
His bite was painful
The pleasure…real
As he came to her breast
Her nipple hard
Her breath still

His lips encased it and the pleasure
Melted away her senses
His tongue, his lips, his teeth
Spirited her away from this existence
His fingers tweaking the other
To assuage away the jealousy
Until his attentions turned
To give it too the pleasure it excitedly seeks
First one line than the other
The poem created in total symmetry
His control of the written word has thorough
One might call it mastery
The immediate became a bubble
Time became a silent observer
And as she thought the same to herself
He started to venture down further

She jumped with a start
There was a noise she couldn’t place
The book had slipped from her hand
Yet she felt the echoes of his embrace
That couldn’t be right
They WERE just words…right?
It HAD to be a dream
The product of an exceptionally lonely night
She picked up the book and turned back to the page
She started to read the words and once again
She was transported to this place…

His tongue traced a path
With very explicit verbs
She could feel its pleasurable wrath
Down her mountainous and supple curves
Everything was now fair game
There was no more taming of his words
His nouns ran amuck
They were hot to the touch
His participle dangled
She could feel it in all its lust
She craved his adjectives
Desired each and every thrill
And as his tongue continually touched her
Her imagination became so real
She could no longer be still
As his lips pressed to hers
He tasted her desire
Each and every delicious word
He anticipated her movements
She melted into his acts
She embraced their naked lewdness
Surrendered herself to his passionate attack
He assaulted her soul over and over
until her body fought back
Blow after blow, from head to toe
She shook with every climax
He…
Lost his breath
She…
Lost her mind
She…
Pulled him up towards her
She…
Wanted their bodies intertwined
He didn’t deny
He melted into her embrace
He slid inside of her
The passion danced across her face
He filled her completely
And she couldn’t deny her fate
As he buried himself inside of her
Her legs wrapped around his waist
Every stroke was divine
As it echoed through her mind
Her moans were like adverbs
Punctuating his thrusts every time
His kiss was eager, very unrelenting
Her resistance was meager
He invaded her body immensely
Her lips parted as his tongue searched
Her legs parted as his movements proved he was well-versed
She wanted it slow
He gave it hard and deep
She wanted increased speed
She invaded her until she screamed
It was like he was inside her mind
Anticipating her every design
She only had to will it
Her ever wish, he fulfilled it
When she wanted it slightly rough
He turned her over and smacked her butt
Pulled her curly dark hair
And whispered nasty things into her ear
When she wanted to control it
He lay back as she rode it
His hands on her hips
Her eyes locked on his lips
She could taste his whispered desires
As her body rose and dipped
She came over and over like the incoming tide
He contained his response, but the pleasure he couldn’t deny
She leaned down towards him
A mischievous glint in her eyes
She whispered into his ear
I want you deep inside
Fill my body with your pleasure
Let it echo through my mind
Over and over until you’re sated
Cum inside me while I ride
He didn’t need more than that
The climax he’d been holding back
Started to build a frenetic pace
The emotion written clearly on his face
He grabbed her dark curly hair and put her firmly in her place
His strokes increased in urgency
Existing outside of time and space
And when his body exploded into hers
His hands wrapped tightly around her waist
Every drop that she craved
Assaulted her wave after wave
Flowing deeper into her body
She was flooded with a torrential rain
His movements started to relax
She rolled off onto her back
Her body was dripping with ecstasy
She bore marks of passion on her neck
She’d never felt so alive
She moved to tell him just that
She looked to the left
At the spot where he should be enjoying the afterglow of sex
His body was a mirage
Yet the sheets were soaked through with sweat
And all that remained to stare back at her
Was a steaming paperback
The title was “They’re Just Words”
She couldn’t wait to read what was next

-Malcolm Lloyd

Churches and Liquor stores
booze and God
explore with me the path
of the neighborhood that is ours
I count a store every mile
at least twenty churches in that same time
a liquor store to match
I guess even salvation isn’t a strong enough patch

everyone wants to escape
no one moves away
they deflect it with the thoughts
“where would I go anyway?”
It’s sad
the way this place exists
poverty mixed with pleasure
street peddlers of bliss
in small enough packages
the soul is abandoned

depression under the surface
still most would say it’s worth it
those that want out
seek refuge in the hands of another
they pray to the same God
that has taken from them their brother
their mother or their father
they question His will
yet they show up every Sunday
and continually fill the till

the preacher drives a Benz
his house paid by the will
of the people every Sunday
as they struggle to pay their own bills
They receive the message
and pray hard to receive blessings
go home and the next day
have a shot with their breakfast
they walk a mile to the store
for just a loaf of bread
yet salvation is to be had in Heaven
that’s what the preacher said

don’t worry about tomorrow
though you may struggle
the meek inherit the Earth
when the kingdom of God follows
though truthfully to me
it can’t help but sound hollow
and make me question thee
I know it’s blasphemy

But who benefits?
if my soul is pure
if I can’t afford the bread at the corner store
If my credit is poor and the neighborhood too
and I’m staring at a mortgage that’s ninety days past due
and prayer is the only answer according to the preacher dude
and crack is the only option say the drug dealing fools
and the kids are crying…they’re hungry for food
and God will provide, I’m wondering if it’s soon
because I’ve been on my knees so long that the floors now have grooves
and I do believe, really I do
but the Bible isn’t paying the bills
and it makes a horrible stew
so please God if you can hear me…
Answer me!  Please…

I don’t need to hear your voice, but I could use a miracle or three
show me Your will be done and that you hear my prayers
show me that my praise is worth more than my current nightmare
I know that you’re able, just show me you care
Or is the devil the only one who truly gives a damn
he offers me money beyond my wildest dreams
he offers me pleasure beyond all extremes
all he wants in return is the soul that I hold
he makes a tempting offer, why should it not be sold?
Waiting on your mercy, it’s started going cold
Is it any use, then, for either of us to own
maybe he’s the best
As I’m surely under duress
and he offers a way out
and you offer…more stress

will I burn to the ashes of a fiery lake
is that any worse than feeding my kids with empty plates
silently praying as we slowing waste away
waiting for the salvation of Judgment Day
I pray to you in hopes of a sign
Please show me the way
and please…mind the time
I know you move in mysterious ways
but the bills need to be paid
this foreclosure needs to be stayed
And the devil is on every corner trying to steal me away

So In your name, I humbly pray…
Please show some compassion and take the pain away
at least let it be delayed
let my kids be OK
I don’t really ask for much
I just want them to be safe

They walked to school today
and were approached by a man
he was in a white van
he had candy in his hands
he wanted them to join
he offered them money
luckily my oldest son
he’s no dummy

he politely declined
the man drove away
but Lord, what would have happened
if I hadn’t raised him that way?

And on the way home
there was a older kid
he offered them membership
in that gang of his
he promised the usual
money, clothes and jewels
the ability to help me out
how to ditch school

What type of world
do you allow to exist
That troubles such as these
are put off on innocent kids
I’m confused…honestly
to be blunt, I’m somewhat pissed
So I pray to you for guidance
that I may understand
How it all fits inside of your master plan
Show me the way, the truth and the light
That I might once again sleep peacefully at night

Amen

-Malcolm Lloyd

She winked at me and my heart grew bolder
When she smiled at me it emboldened my soldier
I couldn’t get past that sparkle in her eye
It beckoned me come closer, how could I deny?
So I approached and what did I find?
She took my by the hand and transformed to my guide
She led me to danger, in the space of an instant
Her words promised me pleasure, just cover the distance
I did and as if in a trance
When I awoke we were entangled in a forbidden romance
Synchronized trance
Forbidden dance
Between the sheets
Pleasure enhanced
All that in a instant
All that in a vision
All that in a smile that defied resistance
I had no choice, in truth I never did
I was always hers, it was only the journey that could be different

-Malcolm Lloyd

I won’t stop…until there is nothing left between us…until your jeans are torn and lying in the corner, your thong ripped and stuffed in your mouth to silence your screams, your bra…missing and in multiple pieces and you bent over the table…ass cheeks swollen and red, with me deep inside you whispering into your ear…asking you questions that you can’t answer…pulling your hair when I don’t hear the muffled scream loud enough…scratching your back when I don’t feel you arch it forcefully.

You don’t have a choice. You give me what I want…eventually.

After all the fight is gone, all the resistance spent…all of the fire and attitude channeled into places that swell with the anticipation. You surrender to me and whatever I have in mind. You yearn for nothing but to pleasure me, you dream of only my touch…rough at first, to tame your spirit, then soft, to soothe your broken will.

You desire my body inside of yours, hard…wanting…searching and delivering. You anticipate every thrust and respond with your very being as if nothing else matters but pleasing your master because in the end…nothing else does.

The cycle repeats…

I ask you deny. There can be no denial…I slap you…playfully at first, you smile…so the next one…is harder. You’re surprised. I’m not. I ask again…you deny out of spite…I push you into the storage room and close the door…turn off the light. I force you to your knees, you resist. I push you against the wall, my hand to your throat, I look you in your eyes…close…so close you can taste the sweetness of my breath upon your lips. I tell you what you will do, you nod…you understand.

The choice is no longer your own.

I remove my hand and force you to your knees, your hands find my zipper, that earns you a slap. My rules, you do as I command, only when, not before. I undo my belt, pull it from the jeans, undo the button and pull down the zipper. You reach for it…

Slap. Again. My rules.

I lift you to your feet and bend you over a box. I take the belt and slap you on your ass with it…

once, twice…you cry out…

three times, four…your legs start to quiver…

five, six…I can hear the moans mix with the repressed screams…

seven, eight…you start speaking in spanish…rotating your hips into each strike…

nine…you hold your breath….

ten.

You cum on the spot…legs almost collapsing a puddle soaking the floor. Silently calling my name…”Master”…”yes Daddy”…”I’m sorry”…

Again, I force you to your knees. I lead your mouth to my body and you eagerly taste…your tongue, your lips, licking and sucking hungrily of everything I offer…until finally I can’t hold it anymore…

I explode and like the good little slut you are, you devour every drop of my essence, leaving none to waste.

You ask…“Is Master pleased with me?”

After slapping you for speaking out of turn, I answer by pulling you to your feet and kissing you deeply.

-Malcolm Lloyd

It’s the light in your eyes
I miss it terribly
It’s the way that you smiled
When I suggested running away with me

Though I know you were placating me
Never for once taking me seriously
The thought alone was enough to give me ecstasy

It was your voice when we conversed for a spell
The way you made topics come alive so well
Your words had texture to me
Though you’d praise my clarity
Your wit came effortlessly
Arousing me…intellectually

I won’t even touch upon the danger
That irresistible stranger
Forever present
Yet avoiding all attempts to tame her
Her appearance results in subtle mood shifts
Still though we approach her warily
Never do we beg of her desist

Never do we resist
At least, never do I
Every word is perfectly timed
To bring a twinkle to her eye
To engage her wit
Make her wonder if
That seemingly innocent word
Had a slightly devious twist

And so I’m consigned
To the hallways of my mind
Where memories dwell
And find no room to hide
Where we still exist
And her wit never relents
And my hopes, however vain
Remain
For out first kiss

-Malcolm Lloyd

In the bed between the sheets

Under the stars while the moon peeks

Our bodies like poetry

When they meet

Ecstasy

That which defines our release

Your touch

Which makes my heart beat

You want it, it’s yours

Come with me

To the place of dreams

Where wonders never cease

And thoughts turn to steam

As actions paint a passionate scene

You scream

I need

You speak

I believe

The pent up frustration

Is but an indentation

The paragraph is spoken

And all resistance is broken

Think of me and we shall be

Together forever

Or at least until sweet release

-Malcolm Lloyd