From: lisa+@pitt.edu (One Sexy Babe)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Poems -- Well, that's what he calls them...
Date: 25 Jul 92 06:44:16 GMT
Followup-To: /dev/null

I found these unsolicited bits of "verse" in my mailbox one day.
I thought I'd submit them for your edification. I'll refrain from
any critical comment. I'm sure you all can draw your own conclusions.
if you wish to contact the author, he is:

	tplacek@faraday.che.eng.auburn.edu

Any typos and/or nauseating imagery are all his.


						-Lisa-

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Hey are a few of my recent poems ...



The Sharing is Complete

Join me in the deep quiet woods
And share with me the sunlight and the breeze
Walk with me, explore this enchanted place
Where a secret mingling often occurs.

As the sunlight filters through the leaves
And reflects green glowing life onto the ground
Illuminating the ferns and moss and dry leaves
So the beams of sunlight plays on our skin
Radiating our soft tan glow back at the trees
Giving new color and light to this place
Binding us to the forest which surrounds us
And the sharing is complete.

As the wind gently moves aside the branches
And touches under and around each leaf
Caressing them and causing them to flutter
So the wind moves softly between us
Passing over each of our bodies
Making tiny muscles quiver with the gentleness of its touch
Adding new feelings to our lives
And the sharing is complete. 

As your eyes move slowly over my body
And look so lovingly at my form
Exploring me and raising all hope and desire
So I also want my eyes to confirm your needs
Making you very aware of the flame within me
Rising strongly, overpowering reason and restraint
Building each on the other's gaze
And the sharing is complete.

As my fingers reach out touching your skin
And sensing the warmth and softness of you
Gliding over places wet with hot passion
So the bonding between us begins
Joining us for just these moments 
Melting need and desire and strength into feeling
Overwhelming all thoughts except one
And the sharing is complete.

7/3/92



Sun Burning
.
beautiful hot july day
lying out in the noon sun
old quilt comforter beneath me
the sun burning the skin of my back
drawing moisture from within me
beads of sweat forming on my back
my face my arms my legs
tickling as little riverlets running down
between my shoulders and under my arms
lying on my stomach wanting you
wanting you to be here lying next to me
sharing this heat this moment
watching the beads of sweat rising on your oiled skin
reaching out my fingers 
running down the length of your back
feeling strong muscles relaxing
suppleness softness sensualness
as my hand reaches the small of your back
I slide my hand underneath the fabric 
and downward over those twin mounds
of your cheeks lingering between the hot sweatiness there
then moving deeper into private places
you shift to allow me entry
to those moist places
my finger slides gently between your legs
and among your folds
exploring the intimate territory for the first time
memorizing each change of texture and terrain
plunging ever deeper
finding very center and resting there
yet not resting
just pausing to listen to your breath
as I first make contact
and then lavishing attention on that sensitive spot
memorizing you hardened and swollen
so many muscles straining now
acting in unison moving and opening and tensing
to extract all the pleasure we can share
.
but now I remember
it is time to turn over
to let the sun burn my stomach and chest
and you are not here to share my quilt
except I want you to be.
and my telltale bulge
gives away my truest feelings

7/4/92



Waiting

I'm waiting ...
to hear from you
to know you are all right
to know what you are doing
to tell you what I have done

Its not that I think you have vanished
or that you have cooled
and lost interest in me
but the still quietness in my heart
feels so lonely and uncomfortable

I'm waiting ...
thinking back on all the times
we shared so much and so deeply
how we were moved to tears
and were filled with laughter

I wish I had those moments now
I wish I had you close again
I wish the waiting were done
I wish you were here 
I'm waiting ...

7/7/92



Moonlight Woods
.
You stand with me 
in the moonlit clearing.
Behind us tall pines rise up dimly. 
The smell of fallen needles 
fills the evening air.
.
I look into your eyes and see
the trembling within you
the need to tell me your needs
and the desire to ask me my desires.
Neither of us can speak
tongues frozen
tongues desiring
to touch
the other.
.
Each trembling inside
wanting the moonlight
to shine into the other
to show clearly the needs 
and the desires that are within.
.
For many minutes we are locked
in that frozen pose 
forgetting to breath or to blink.
.
Our hands move now to remove those things
that separate us ... they fall
down to the ground ... each of us
preparing ourselves for the other.
Our bare skin reflecting the moonlight
reflecting our passion. 
.
Our mouths opening ...
Our gazes melting ...
Our breathing deepening ...
Our hearts pounding ...
Our needs so exposed ...
Our time ...
.
You stand with me 
in the moonlit clearing.

7/10/92