Cat's blog: "Various poetry and writing"

The secret world of smooth warm flesh your graceful curves delight my eye they call my fingertips to explore them such a wondrous geography, paradise I ache to be your favorite native son, born to love each rise, and silken valley, humbly bow my head to drink so deep from your wellspring of sweet desire I long to quench my lusty thirst in you parched, like a desert nomad's throat dream of the day when you float above find sweet release, like clouds and rain your hands reach out, to take my face and pull me to your waiting breasts to suckle you long as a greedy child lulled by the music, of your hot breath your fingers plow furrows in my hair and trace my brow, fever flushed softly croon song of love to me need binds me tight to your side do you feel me throb so deep inside? a counterpoint to your rolling motion? my growling voice echoes in the room your name kisses my lips and tongue trembling thighs, so graceful spread heaven's gate open so wide to see to plumb the hot and fragrant depths as you moan and deeply caress me

Juices flowing Running wild Forbidden fruit Evil smile Longing stare Touch of fate Heavy breathing Open Gate Pulsing Throbbing Swaying hips Bite so softly Quivering lips Teasing slowly In despair Pull you in Gasp for air Rhythmic motion Heaving breasts Whisper to you Need for sex Pressure mounting Secrets told Screams of passion the Loss of control

From: NitePanther 13:44:24 Apr 03 2006 I see you in the sheets what lurks beneath beckoning calling me to begin the touching caressing moving slowly massaging rhythmically rubbing sliding in sliding out groaning crying grasping pounding scratching gasping peaking coming enflamed with desire exploding with passion overwhelmed by your power and when my heat and imagination calm down I long for the dream to be real.

Tiedan, etta elama on taynna haasteita. Taytyy vain loytaa ratkaisuja, silla haluan paasta paamaaraani. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to go. Theodore Roethke Man dies as he dreams. Alone. Joseph Conrad “And pleasant is the faerie land But an eerie tale to tell. Ay at the end of seven years We pay a tithe to Hell; I am sae fair and fu o flesh, I’m feared it be myself.” Young Tam Lin Down the hill I went, and then, I forgot the ways of men For night-scents, heady, and damp and cool Wakened ecstacy in me. Sara Teasdale You whom I could not save Listen to me. Czeslaw Milosz For I have sworn thee fair, and thought Thee bright. Who art as black as hell, as dark as night. William Shakespeare sonnet CXLVII