"As You Unravel Me"

As I am
Weaving crosshairs
of your wrapping fingers
shadowing my eyes
I see filtered
behind the hazel of your own
an insatiable intensity
ordering my flesh
To ascend
and descend
into a recruit’s rhyme

"Take me higher"

"Move lower...Ooh... my sweet love..."

I ask of you

Submerging, you trail down to my heart
Hearing its clamorous beat you remove the lace
Undressing the silk of my skin
Untying me
Exposing me
Freeing me
From the crimson veiled phantoms
Bleeding across your bed
Begging to be scrubbed clean

"Don’t"

I whisper to you

"It’s not time yet"

Let them be...
Let us drench in each other
Am tainted in your colors
you’re painted in my soul
and we need the camouflage
I need the frequency of your lips
the length of its waves
to hush my moans
transforming themselves
from sound to sensation
Crying to shivering
Escaping from mouth to body
both begging release...
The consequence is the expert
playing of our digits
Surging music from our bones

"Lean closer"...

Your smile begs to be tasted
Heavenly dimples blushing
Something about this feeling
when kissing you is so tender
than the hesitation allowed
The intricate examination
of the texture of your flesh
leaves this raw expectancy
of waiting for more and more
Pausing for the truth of your tongue
as it unravels me again and again...

"A Lesson In Chemistry"

Indivisible you come to me...meeting me in the spaces...
between our hearts...
Here now...talk to me...more about everything...whisper slowly...
Films with you...films of you...old black and white movies...
colored ones too...
Take off my armour...stay tonight...decorate me...
Reflections in cafe` windows...we sit and read together...
substance...
I want (not less)...maybe more... yes more...touching...
your glittering gold...
Surround me...soft pillows...in hotel rooms...waiting...
Dream...make it unforgettable...everything else...
leave it unsaid...
Needing...You undress me...unfolding me...my layers...
My fingers...mesh and then unmesh with yours....
They trail...over the soft olive flesh...
Of your forearm...to your back...down...
So strong...yet vulnerable...Your sight...
It never fails to undo me...

Confessions...In your ear...I need to run...down every path of you...
Exhaust myself in the many mazes...and patterns of you until weary...
I collapse...allowing the last remaining traces of coherence...
To abandon me before...the madness of your scent...
Leaves me...without an identity...

"Mmmm..." You giggle...looking at me...you search deep...in my eyes...

Gift wrap me...red bow...make it about nothing...
about something...about everything...
Say it...I will...tell me stories...till dawn...
Sweet...sweeter...sweetest...equations and calculations...as you...
Feed me...
Loving...your tenderness...such beauty...fade in me...you are my whole...
Our lips...our torsos...our hips...our thighs...our moisture...
Our straining...our collapse...inside...

"Please...!" You whisper... again and again...as you're kissing me...
Not knowing what you're begging for...but it almost feels like it’s your life...
I have never heard you plead before...
"Yes Sir...!" I say...tears rolling down my eyes..."Anything you need...
...Everything you need..." I belong to you...murmuring...
Drowning in your kisses...beneath the flood of your yearning...
You lose yourself... in me...I come undone...
Falling into one another...complete rapture...

By the phone...calling me...play me like your sax...
Cover me...
Comforting you...giving trust...love...my fire...You
Glued to you...on you...portraits of intimacy...fit in my frame...
My winter coat...your arms...your heartbeat...Within me...
Your touch...meliorates my emotive wounds...
Your lips...nestle the glaze of my being...
Your soul...becomes that of with purpose...only after my own...
Altogether...Ours...




SHAH...THIS ONE BELOW IS FOR MAKING ME ELATED TODAY...*ILU*..THANK YOU..!'BUMPY RIDE' TEACHING YOU HAHA...~

"Third Strike!"

Rise before me...
Take your shirt out of your jeans.

Now!

I didn’t say you could look at me.
You just earned your...

First strike!

Kick your shoes off and spread your legs apart.
I want bare feet
Spread them wider
I can see the pulse jumping at your throat.
You’re breathing fast, baby...
There’s no reason to be afraid of me.
At least, not yet.
I can always smell you.
Your scent’s caught on my skin
and when I taste it on waking
My smile soaks into my day
and spreads like honey through my limbs
You smell like sandalwood and tonquin musk
with white chocolate
I’ll never be hungry again
Or soiled

Unbutton your shirt from the bottom to the top.
Slow
Slower
I shouldn’t have to repeat myself.

That’s the second strike!



Throw your shirt near your shoes
and take a deep breath.
If you look at me again,
I’ll pull one of your chest hairs out
with my nails and feed it to you.

You know...literally?

I’ll place my lips against yours
and tug them open
With my incisors and a guarded heart
Don’t worry, I won’t be gentle
I’ve started to need you
So I’ll bite hard this time.

I’m going to hurt you tonight
In three delicate ways
So that you don’t hurt me
When your hand gets tangled
in my hair as we sleep
Pull your jeans just below your hips
And be still...


Such marvelous lines to fall into here
my throat aches..am thirsty...

There’s a muscle twitching beside your belly
when I reach out with my two hungry fingers
You almost flinch.

That is the third strike!

You know what that means...

Come here boy... *I Love You* ~:)

"My Predicate"

Words seem so inadequate
When I reach for you.

Why?

I want to
Precisely convey
The trace of my fingertip
Along the nape of your neck
or along the soft dimple in
the small of your cheek
as i stroll down the furrows
of your chest...

But how?

Each night as I envelop you in my arms
Your love’s scent mocks my attempts
to attach these predicates
called words
And when I awake and
find your hand in mine
I desperately search for
An unused phrase,
And unrepeated clause
That paints best a picture,
That speaks to you and of you
Of this delight that you sketch
Within me beyond definition

Yet what else is there for me to use?

I am no painter or actor
Is there another language
I must learn
That can portray
The way we fit and
The safety we feel
As we hold one another?
Our gaze meets and
our dreams are intricately
tangled
Every night I madly search
The heart’s dictionary
The soul’s thesaurus
And once more
The words slowly abate
Your loving glance becomes the
rhyming composition
Your laughter the emotional verse
The brush of your lips become
my pausing sonnet
Your arms wrapped around me
the Academy
This game is astoundingly frustrating
yet thrillingly beautiful

Perhaps...

It is Evolution, an Atomic
Fusion of electrical transformation,
an Inception
That needs to catch up
Where the Predicate
And our heart space is so
Undeniably intertwined
That one learner cannot survive
without the other
Certainly that is what already is,
Our never ending comma
An everlasting trend.

"Into Dimensions of You"

You came to me
secretly
like the soft strain
of violins
woodsy
happy
noble
strangely solemn
saxophone sexual
on a bare raw breathe
I bled into your angelic limbs
as I soared through your heaven
you caught my essence
like blood and red wine
you sipped me slowly,
savored of my sweat.

Softly now
My lips linger
like cigarette smoke
on the taste of your glow
My heart warbles a chant
to the hymn of your soul
a tantalizing stroke
on the hull of your want
belonging
to the rains, the stars and the moon,
to the quiet,
to the rhythm.
You and I
reach to the sun
beneath the shades of blue
echoes like white shells and sand
hand in hand
You came to me
secretly
but linger infinitely...

"Gold on Film"

The alarm shrilled
lingering briefly
he invited the morning sun rays in.
Just another day on his calendar
the morning was as the previous,
but this one was strangely
full of hope and belief.
How could he have realized it then?
No signs had laced into his dreams.
Building up anguish seeped into his bones,
he did not turn to his wife to voice it
nor did he kiss her good-morning.
He had decided to change the rules to the game
No longer a game player,
he had become the game changer.

He dressed up and ate his breakfast
reveled in his children’s eyes,
the goodbyes at the airport were short.
Going into the day that was every yesterday
of his tomorrow, his work on the film sets.
On location during a shoot she walked in,
exuberant her cheeks swallowed
each step she took left a foot print upon his heart.
Shifting her gaze; his eyes followed
concealing her dying heart inside a rib maze,
his world spun in only her direction.
Silence filled every hour she was out of sight
limbo rocking his heart back and forth.
His need had grown patient arms
but it was her tears that undid him.

Then they met again and again there after,
every moment tasting different
sweeter than the last.
He was quiet and unassuming in his disposition,
the gentle elixir for all she’d known before.
Her spilling joy was everything
missing in his uniform existence.
He knew her ache was boiling
beneath her jubilant crust,
she couldn’t bear to see him alone
not even for a second.
She had vowed to watch over him every night,
he had sworn to dance with her every day.
She loved him beyond her dying heart,
he loved her beyond all reason.









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"Mapped"

Sat on the grass, listening to the crickets,
laid me a map on the ground,
wide and lusty.
Fornicating with the soil it touched my outskirts,
It said, “Take me”
I said, “I will after the beautiful storm”
Looking at the map more carefully,
I realized it was fleshier,
mountainous in all the right places,
with hills exactly where there were meant to be.
Curiosity got the best of me, so I touched it and
Lo and behold!
It was my lover’s body, laid out on lascivious grass,
and it was the best map I could think of,
with all the GPS gadgets strategically placed,
he took me on an exhilarating journey,
to places I had never dreamt of.
So as not to sting him, I used blue and orange thumbtacks
to mark my favorite destinations,
the towns that I’d visit again and again with urge wondering lust,
he led me to the creek where we celebrated our selfness,
leaving a love stain on the leaves,
we mapped out our eternal tomb.

"Deified"

Screaming angel prays,
imprisonment tumbles flat,
shining some stag bends.

"Toffee and Ice-Cream Swirl on Safari"

Trickling in caramel toffee warmth down my back,
he slithers as sugar magic streams through our veins.
My stomach aching to receive the lightness
that is the tone in his caressing voice,
crushing like stampeding animals,
herded through a kaleidoscope rainbow,
remembering to slow down.
Then taking it all in before the atmosphere disappears,
our Safari sketched.
Erupting into chaotic cacophonous diatribe on frailty,
realizing this is reminiscent of nothing ever felt before,
giving new meaning to feelings.

Every fiber in my being driven to call out to your wild,
primitive self,
brooding and emotive yet somehow fragile,
elongated musings drawing out in the middle of the afternoon,
tasting toffee colors and mischief swirls of ice-cream on the lips of you.
Us dripping down walls like water draining,
sapping of energy but still energized enough,
partaking in another rendition of love’s ballad.

Harmonizing elegantly, sensuously, sumptuously,
and scintillating lust masquerading in erotic repose.
None knowing the depths of this passion we share,
giving up all attempts to decipher our puzzle,
meaning only to enjoy this moment.
Hoping for many others that resemble this
delightful melting of ebony and ivory,
titillating, unabated and inebriated spirits morphed into one.
Marathon sessions of exasperations,
sleeping and awakening to start all over again,
drawing in breathes upon shattering release,
losing grip on sense; giving in to shameless enjoyment.
Deploying every trick ever leaned through time,
eliciting the love, pleasures of body and mind.
Electrifying skin prickles with droplets of sweat,
glistening with sheen of exhaustion,
palpitating hearts beating in unison,
so many beats per minute.
Racing to the point of passing out we shout;
"Oooh...now isn't this just the sweetest insanity of toffee and ice-cream swirl?"





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"SHAH'S 500K+ TWITPARTY-CONGRATULATIONS"

FOR ALL YOUR LOVE AND JOYS THAT YOU GIVE ME...WORDS CAN'T DESCRIBE HOW BEAUTIFUL YOU MAKE MY LIFE AND OUR FAMILY'S. BABY *ILU* INFINITY. I HOPE YOU'RE BLESSED WITH MORE THAN 10 MILLION FOLLOWERS. BECAUSE I KNOW I WOULD FOLLOW YOU TO THE END OF THE EARTH SHAH~


THANK YOU FOR ALL YOU DO FOR ME...

WITH ALL MY LOVE~
LARVK & FAMILY~

"Polaris 1°"

Strutting my verve on these wireless waves,
flaunting my literary drinks, assimilating succulent dissertations,
wanting your doing words to feel my curves,
Teasing out all manner of fascination and enthrallment.
Sucking your bookish toplip with my words my Space Cowboy,
You, tasting of punctuation and unfinished sentences, allure!
Slowing down love, as you delicately drink the intoxication of my syntax,
feeling my word licks through your Wifi space; iPad, iMac, Nokia, Kindle,
steering your gravity towards sublime expression.

Watching me as I slowly strip off the formula of what rhymes in you,
flowing only in pure hardcore with no meter.
I am so grammatically undressed as I feel your holographic 3D image
around and within me, loving this feeling of allegorical nakedness.

Lying with me in a bed of supple supposition,
phrasing your desires in my mind,
pushing towards the opening number.
There are no shy abbreviations between us,
you’re in me as am blooming in your every era,
daring yourself to be my body scribe,
printing me in your soul forever.
Touching the inside of my declaration,
writing your bounteous words along my hips,
while feeling our hot groove of sultry alliteration,
reading aloud the mutual arousal of this written chorus.
Loving me in my sonnets,
Me, understanding all of your composition,
There’re no word limits to us,
No censored feelings.

I am unadulterated and unedited,
I am your prose,
you complete me with your aspirations while
penning me with your satisfactory sigh.
You’re my written muse needing to be read,
baby, we have come a long way.



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"Translation London"

Wet night shivers,
unfolding lotus soars,
a scream under the waves.

"A galactic color coded Journey: You, me and us!"

Galactic journeys, my rife. Responsibilities, sign here and there.
Paperwork phobia, 'please stop jumping me I will be back', he proclaims.
Yes Sir! Due projects, last minute meetings, crunch time and shaking!

High fevers? No worries darling, 'I love daughters, get well very very soon sweet angel my love,' he prays.

Kiddies, forgotten goodies,
Heavens! Unpacked mess,
Find me Sir, am a pink thin Ipod.
Papa, don’t forget the blue literature notebook.
Scrambling, looking up on shelves,
Peeking under the beds, Aaaargh...Between the sofa cushions,
Aha! Blue literature book, living room table ornate a dimpled smile.

Up and down the stairs, searching,
dragging sofas, playroom squirks! Huggy pooh bears,
Ouch! Code tripping, Shrek 3, Lord of the Rings, ....
Oo...pink Ipod, Sigh!

Random Access; my companion shadow..access two,
unison bonding,
Flying Istanbul, London, South Africa, Rome, galactic journeys,
a never ending conclusion.

Access two, happiness, boundaries unknown.
You, me and us, time and distance irrelevant,
Reaching out to you, giving in to me, taking all,
Challenging the journey, opening your soul inside out
You, engulfing my heart, outside in.

Tear drops of joy flooding my eyes, winning over your doubts,
putting all your learning in practice, achieving our dreams.
Both crossing the bridge, life teaching us new lessons,
taking us to new places.

Loosening your belts, setting my wings far and wide.
Letting the wind fly us above the clouds, directing us towards the sun.
Walking on your galactic path, feeling the wisdom of yesterday,
rejoicing in what will come and dare,
giving way for a journey worth taking.

Words achingly indescribable, singing our seventh hour trebles
A color coded galactic journey, making it all we want.

"Soccer and Rains Turn-Ons Extraordinaire"

Euphoria, goes FIFA 2010...

South Africa hosts World’s United Soccer front,
World Cup Soccer Fans..
Mad, wild, sexy, fanatical, loving the ball
King, remembering my muse, touching your soul.

Emotional, frenzy, missing mum,
Up all night mother and I watching,
Rudi Voller, Rumeinnege, Socrates, Maradona
so far, so good, for me Love.

Excitement, fever, kids, en route South Africa,
My own kitty team, butterflies angelic.
Our Favourites;
Argentina, Brazil, Germany, Spain, England

O Mother if thou were here..
Perfection,
So love, so me, that’s when,
The joy I felt, I feel again.
Stumbling within reach, yet so far,
Stars, heavens, Harmony.

Crowns climaxing,
Messi unbelieveable, Kaka unstoppable, Ronaldo speed and grace..
Torres cool unpredictable, Rooney a bull, Ballack missing, Xavi surprise.

Rockets playing,
Zico, Platini, Beckenbeuer, Paolo Rossi, Baggio, Ronaldinho.
Graceful, strong, Soccer so beautiful.

Rains shower me, singing, dabbling
Running,
Heat, sweating, kicking, huffing, puffing
So fair, so soft, so free.

Drenched sticky Oooooh..


You're here again, waiting,
till morrow takes us there,
So try, so long, till then,
Soccer and rains turn-ons extraordinaire.

(Inspired by SRK/LarvK Soccer Fever)

"Sweetest Taboo"

My Beloved...
My King in this life and the next...
and the one after that...

He touches me with his whispers so sweet,
My body's engulfed with heat
So vast is my love,
So tormenting is my desire
He turns me on..
With such common words; Hope, unseasonal showers, rock & roll..

My heart's afloat,
I feel it pound...
Oooh, I want him so bad....
Would this be the right time to say so?
Or should I just let it go?
Hmmm... just common words,
But he turns me on so bad.
I look at him...The way he beautifully stands tall,
I close my eyes as he touches my body..
He's already touched my mind...My Soul is his for eternity,
He tells me his desires...His Dreams....
I tell him mine
Just plain old desires and such big dreams
We can accomplish and achieve them together I know...
He knows it too
Hmmm..., I want him so bad...

Then I say to my beloved...Look into my eyes,
let your hands see for you instead.
My heavy-lidded gaze means my body
understands the language
of your touch..
It is a dialect known to all,
but the nuances are only fully appreciated
when accompanied by familiarity.
Your deft fingers know
every rise and curve,
and each secret softness of my flesh.

Like a much-read book,
which falls open to a favorite passage,
so is my body to the ministrations
of your caress..

You already know the story,
but it only serves to whet your appetite
for the denouement and...
Climax of this dramatic plot of events.

"My Master is Home"

It's been too long, home at last.. home at last
He brushes back my hair and gazes down at me
quietly watching me curled safe in our bed
Nuzzling my neck, softly he whispers in my ear..
My sweet loving pet, your Master is home.

I lay deep in slumber wrapped in his robe,
peacefully dreaming of pleasures shared..
A smile like a wolverine's flickers over my lips
I sit next to him feeling his warm flesh
I slowly expose his olive skin to my touch..

He wets his finger in his mouth to write his name
between the mounds of my full ripe roses,
Warm letters spell out his love upon my skin,
He blows gently over them, his breathe cooling,
soft tingling breeze, like mint on the tongue.

Smiling, wriggling deeper into my dreams,
I quietly sigh and surrender my cavern to him,
Suddenly; am billions of miles away in a galaxy so enchanting
Touching each star as It melts warmly in my hands
Holding on to my Master’s every fiber of life
His arms supporting me like a feather..
Master...Are we still alive? I mourn..
Then he exclaims as he gasps...we have just landed!!
Grinning devilishly his dimples magnificently curved
On the handsomely face...
I kiss one then the other then his forehead
Then each eye slowly and sweetly..

He watches over me in the flickering candlelight,
like a wolf watching over his sleeping mate
I raise my head to meet his gaze
seeing the glimmer in his eyes..
I dart, burying my face in his chest as
he hangs on to me with all his superhero might
I smile..I’m home.
My sweet loving Master, your pet is adorned..

"I Touched"

Your eyes
I lost my soul within...
licked your salty tears
Your nose
rubbed mine against its curves
Your silky hair
I fingered the strands with my palms
around and around

Your ears
I nibbled with my sweet whisper
as you tickled with sensual laughter
Your neck Ooooh...
With my tongue, my lips, my teeth
I kissed giving it a gentle bite
Your strength...my earth..
I touched..

Your belly to back
I caressed the soft flesh
Your feet they rubbed
the back of my calves
Your hands to my hands
your arms to my arms
And even your heart..
Yes especially your heart
It beat within me

My cheek to your chest
As it rose and fell
Your breathe in my hair,
The wind to the leaves
Oh yes these all I touched..

"The Conversation Between our Fingers and Skin"

The most important discussion we’ve ever had
was the conversation between our fingers and skin
Deep in our blue you found our love, peace and tranquility
Like a fire fly, a spark, a glow, a match in the darkness;
I went wherever your light took me
The bumps and scratches along the way
gave us the texture we now call life..

How we felt when we got there
is the only thing we had control over.
The more we forgot ourselves
the more beautiful we became
We suffered together and held each other tight
because when we touched each other,
we knew; We were never alone. Ever!

All your work. All your play. None of it compared to the one night
spent next to the warm body of the one i love
I had looked up by mistake and fell into your eyes.
Sometimes, it feels like I was flying all along...

You had no idea how close we had become to each other.
You may have called this life whatever you wished to call it.
An adventure. A challenge. A call to arms.
But I called it history.
As I was watching you. While you watched me.
Watching back. Slowly melting with you..

The dirt you and I share and have shared forever would grow a tree
so high it would kiss a star, each leaf a promise,
each stem a new beginning
I will wait for you here,
here is the last place I lived our conversation..

Now, I spend most of my nights outside,
looking for ways to make you smile
When I look up at the sky, all the constellations look like you
Forgetting the air, I breathe you instead
I am holding you even now...
A lover's fingers on my cheek and
a drunkard’s elbow in a crowded bar, You’re!
So I smile. Because you are in that too.

As you see beauty or pain, life or death,
love or fear, then you see what we normally see
when we look at the world..Ourselves.

I gaze upon you noticing
how brightly you burn and how big you’ve grown,
until you looked back, you hadn’t realized
how amazing you have become.

For now, the world will tell you that the way you say things is more important
than what you say. The world is wrong because what you say..
how you do it is more important to me than how you say it.
I love you because you took the time to
read this sentence and all the paragraphs before and after
And somehow, I knew you were doing the same. Thinking of me.
Thinking of you..

We then took our next conversations on the wires..
I wanted you to keep growing in our memories...
so I remind you of this,
I continue to burn...Until you return.
Just so you know, I checked and it's all going to be okay.
I promise!

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"Tête-à-tête (Head to head)"

Head to head..Face to Face..
His lips touch hers as his fangs brush on her skin and mouth…
“Will you be my bride and share my cozy lair?"
He asks...
Together we can conquer the madness

"Yes!"
She answers..
As beasts of the dark
saviors of each other’s souls
We can get a shot at happiness

Her heart beats steadily for the last time playing a musical symphony
I taste your blood on my lips..Ah!
She savors the astounding heat and harmony
He utters..the dark night gives us the closure we once madly seeked
Our hearts beat as one
You conceal me in you..

No more sleepless nights
No more cloudy days
We have been...

She finishes his thoughts..freed...
Of the madness
Of the fears
Of the insanity
Of our inhumanity
Head to head, face to face
Eternally one...

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"Sweet Idiotic Whims"

My fatal charmer,
why have you taken me whole?
I can’t stop my heart from trembling
at your presence..

I want to tell you "Thank you,"
But it doesn’t seem enough.
Words don’t seem sufficient…
"Blah, blah" and all that stuff.

Please know
I really appreciate you
..And...
I love you to death

You’re special, and that’s a fact!
You put some sugar and spice on the tip of my nose.
I cannot lick it, though it stirs my senses

You dabbed your intoxicating scent on my neck
it smells so nice
so you...

You leave something sweet behind
and let me think about it slowly and slowly
am still reasoning...