by Tameka Mullins

Dilemma of Dichotomy~

Sometimes sensations are derived from paroxysms. Bodies crave and scream out for desire and devastation. Heated and hungry, we become animalistic objects wielding power and eliciting vibrations. Once sated, we are torn between feeling amorous and heartbroken. The parallel is such that to be alive is often to walk willfully with agony and then sink deeply into pleasure. To overcome this dichotomy we must nurture our peaceful mind. But alas, it is not an easy task for we are often fascinated with violent movement.
©Tameka Mullins
Tameka’s Site

by Pamela Rossow

Desire~

I scream but you do not hear me you see
me tightly bound but you turn away my
cries are torn from my lips by wicked
winds smothering demons that bottle up
my devastation are fascinated with keeping
it in a glass container so they can ogle and
mock my sensations the feelings of hurt
pain and agony that are my afflictions they
sometimes place it high upon shelves where
they can gape and delight in my heartbroken
existence I crave the power to escape my mind
knows I am alive yet I exist as an object like the
other bodies they have overcome their power
sends out insidious vibrations of a parallel
eternity in which movement is never ceasing
heated chains brand and once amorous
souls deteriorate into paroxysms
©Pamela Rossow
Pamela’s Site

By Neil Chatterton

Winter Beckons~

An awkward silence
Hangs delicately
Our eyes avoiding
Contact.

Each now just
An object.
Long gone are the
Amorous stares
Once a staple
Of our lives.

Intimacy replaced
By hesitancy
As minds
Race and search
To overcome
This rigid boundary,
To find
The freedom
That once defined us.

My feelings torn
Asunder
Should I open the window
Scream “I Love You”
To the world,
Show I am alive
Yet heartbroken
That we have
Drifted
Slowly
Away from us.

Vibrations
Once strong
And vivid
Now play
A dull beat
Prolonged agony
As our shared lives
Remain
Defined by
Covenants
Circles
Fantasies
Yet even entwined
We are not
Together.

Sometimes I escape
Wipe away the devastation
Conjure a familiar landscape
Our parallel existence
Where we roam
Free
Together
Hand in hand
Together
Smiling
Together.

Our inner desires
Fashioned
By endless days
And nights
There is no time
There is only
Us.

Bodies dance
With heated passions
Come together
Without boundaries
Or fear.
Our singular movements
Satisfy
Each ones needs and wants.

Erotic poses
Struck
As fingers gently play
And tongues explore.
Erogenous zones
Scream their demands
Our most intimate sensations
Revealed.

Arched backs
Muted cries
Smell you
Taste me
Bodies writhe
As warm
Sweat
Trickles
Between us.

Passionate
Souls
Dance sweetly together
Desires exchanged
Sharing this power
We own
Together
Forever.

Each of us
Fascinated and
Addicted
To watch the other
Scream towards
Ecstasy
Oh how we each crave
That moment of release.

Your garish
Paroxysm
On display
An exquisite performance
For my inner voyeur
Who lurks
Always so needy
Yet always satiated by you
Your irreverent giggle
Reveals
An image that I
Burn into my
Soul.

Snap.
Remnants of memories
Suddenly fracture
Crushing
My spirit
As the blackness
Returns
To complete its
Evil task.
©Neil Chatterton
Neil’s Site

by Jenni De La Torre

Agony~

Sometimes I scream
hysterically
in a heated moment.
My ghastly shrieks
cannot be contained.
I have no power over them.
It’s a paroxysm.
I am unable to overcome.
I linger
heartbroken
secure
within my putrid mind.
I crave the eternal devastation
that the object
of my unrequited desire
has bequeathed.
The amorous movement
of our parallel bodies
the vibrations
the sensations
were not real.
Merely imaginary occurrences
buried within a dark existence.
Was I ever alive?
There was no feeling.
No love.
Only my venomous reality
which deserted me.
Leaving me torn
fascinated
disillusioned
decomposed
in a tomb marked
Agony.
©Jenni De La Torre
Jenni’s Site

by Sulekha Rawat

Shards of my Soul~

Torn screams are like amorous,
vibrations of agony and desire,
Bodies are alive but,
mind is overcome by the heated,
paroxysm of devastation.

We crave parallel movement,
But are heartbroken by,
sensations and feelings.
We are fascinated by power but,
Sometimes it weakens us.
©Sulekha Rawat
Sulekha’s Site

by Dawn Mclaughlin

Remembering~

I crave the moment remembering
when our hearts were beating as one
feeling your breath upon my skin
soaking all of me in.

Alive again in my dreams
slow movement in the shadows
shaping around me feeling strong.
cool breeze over me

You were fascinated with my eyes
blue as the sea and sky
once our bodies were heated
shaping together firm.

Loving hands sensations
running through my veins
obsessed overcome with emotion
finding it hard to forget.

Always knowing thoughts of regret
a sin a passionate desire
the guilty pleasures
paroxysm bursting.

Sometimes the agony of longing
i scream out for you
nothing only silence
you were the power behind me.

Was i an object being fooled
devastation was i played
was i the blame torn feeling worlds apart
you yes vibrations through my heart.

Every bit of me hurt
you and i stood parallel
face to face heart to heart
oh why did we have to depart.

Amorous we were dancing with the stars
moonlighting oh it was fun
i loved you from my soul
all i am now is heartbroken.
©Dawn Mclaughlin
Dawn’s Site

by Willow

Sylvia Plath Says Goodnight to Her Son~

Wiping those poetic hands on her apron; Sylvia Plath is feeling overcome
by the sensation of desire in her heated kitchen; “Lady Lazarus” in agony
pours milk for her son and kisses him goodnight; sometimes not
quite so torn she feels the power tonight; her mind starts to crave
her amorous lover;
The art they do so well,
until it’s real and feels like hell.
When she is an object no longer alive
and can’t even scream, but she has nine lives
and has seen them peel the shroud away as
she sits devastated by the prospect
of yet another unendurable day.
The arsenic is gone it was taken by those doctors
who thought the paroxysms would do it this time;
She found a high tightrope and started to climb
so far from the ground and without a net,
the vibrations just shook her and no plummet or fall
could happen to someone as famous as she;
Until that she stood parallel to the sink,
poured her son milk and herself a drink,
turned on the gas, mailed herself off post-haste
to confessional poets and suicides; whatever the place
where many years later heartbroken, alone
Her devastated son now a man tried her trick
But death was in no mood and took him quite quick
He never got to write about it; he didn’t catch a break,
Did he really mean to?
Or was it all a mistake?
©Willow
Willow’s Site

by Janaki Nagaraj

VIS-A’-VIS~

Torn between Desire and Agony,
Two parallel feelings
The game, the mind plays.
Drawn to you by your
Amorous looks, I
Crave for your touch;
Making me alive to those
Sensations which I
Wanted to overcome.
Casting your spell,
You have me in your power.
Sometimes, I am
Fascinated by the
Heated movements of the
Bodies in perfect sync.
The paroxysmal screams
Of primal ecstasy from
These bodily vibrations
Replicates the pain caused
By the heartbroken devastation!
©Janaki Nagaraji
Janaki’s Site

by Gerald Saidi

HeartBreak

Screaming as the swelling quill reclines against her,
Instantly becoming alive to sweep of hot adrenalin,
Reaching out to caress the primal object of her desire,
Torn between urgency and pleasure,
Their lips amorously merging, gently, slowly,
A pool of tingling vibrations swirling in her womb she fumbles with his provocative poetry,
Their breaths heated as they mesh with one heartbeat,
An agony of desire shooting through her spine as he fondles her delicate stanzas,
Gripped with a paroxysm of a liquefying touch of sensual grace as he touches her feminine sonnet,
Desire burning their skins with passionate sweat as they merged,
Their minds arrested with momentary sensuality,
Celine Dion’s the Power of Love singing their bodies to a sweet tempo,
The movement of their primed bodies rhythmic,
Craving to touch and be touched with a thunder of overmastering pleasure,
Sensations flowing through her crimson thighs as he wrapped her voluptuous body into his arms,
Feeling his racing heartbeat as he sucks on the sweet verse of her lips,
Sometimes tipped over the edge as he ravaged her seductive poetry,
Fascinated as they roll with total pleasure,
Committed to sweep away past devastations,
Lying parallel to each other as he gazes into the feminine heaven of her eyes,
Overcoming the organismic tide of love,
Only if this is not the beginning of a HEARTBREAK!
Gerald’s Site