THE SENSES

                                 The Senses...

Ambiguous words burning my senses. Just like that kiss lightly brushing mine 
But the hunger from your lips sends shivers down my spine.

As I stand before you..am rooted to the spot with each silent word, driving me wild. 
That hungry look in your eyes, burning a hole in my mind.

The way you're looking at me am mesmerised
I reach to touch your face…I can see the devilish look in your eyes.     
As I reach to kiss your eyes…the tip of your nose, to your ear tips
I kiss your lips, we take thirsty sip's  my mind’s burning somewhat

And as I kiss the hollow in your throat...I kiss your shoulders

Your biceps to your fingertips…then back to that hollow below your throat,      
Your excitement is something to behold, I never knew I had this hold,  
Under my hand's, you are mine, mine.

As I travel to each of your nip's  kiss each in turn

You shudder oh my, I look at you & that grin on your lips…Making me want!
In my mind the endorphin's, soaring sky high  as I feel each of your ribs,
I can feel and hear, the beating of your heart…as I kiss your belly and each hip in turn …

You give a slow, grown as I carry down my path…

The incandescence of your touch…playing havoc with my mind.  
You are my mind, my heart my soul, you are the spring where I was born…
And each, in turn, I am lost in your arms…As I kiss your thighs knees your legs…

I reach your feet, you beg…Enough…
As I go on to your toes kissing each in turn…

We were beyond no return, the fire in our blood our minds,
Nothing mattered now as your hands reaching for me, I…

Pretended I didn’t see…you became masterful, pulling me
You looked at me with that look in your eyes... leaving me wanting  

And when our minds speak, what you want from me & me from you 
What I want to make me scream..You can play me like a fine Piano 

Sometimes allegro, others pianissimo..

Like the dulcet tones of Vivaldi, to the masterful Tchaikovsky
Forgetting, not Beethoven’s fifth symphony, in ecstasy,

As my mind soar’s beyond infinity  
                            
                                       Connie James.         

      

  

Its Pouring Down Again!

It's pissing down again, Oh what are we to do
we'll end up with swimming pools or like a duck with web feet
or growing fungus between or toes..

it simply won't give up as the wind blows & blows

Oh Lord, it's pouring down again, oh Lord don't you know
We've had enough water in this region can't you see
Why can't you fix that jet stream where it's suppose to be!
so we have rain now and again like it use to be

Oh Lord it's pouring down again down here don't you know
why can't you direct some of this water to those who really need it,
there are places out there crying out for some of this rain
we don't want to be greedy,

Oh Lord, let me explain there are places out there
in the vastness of this world they are crying out for rain
really we mustn't be greedy their land is parched & cracking
for the lack of the wet stuff, there also crying oh Lord

to plant and grow their seeds in a land that's so full of dust
whilst  ours is being drowned with all this water you see
so Lord why don't you put, that jet stream where it should be
Why must it be all or nothing or are you sleeping on the job

Oh Lord it's pouring down again or perhaps you've given up
on us blooming lot we must put seed to the land
the land that gives our bread we need water to make it grow
and the sweat from our brow

so won't you please pull the plug to let the water go
to where its most need.. & it's not here at this precise moment
its like tears falling from a sky someone's that's in torment
so please, please won't you put a sock in it.

Yes our world is full of pain... I can feel some of it
so let's cry for a little sunshine but not too much of it.
we can share the sun & the rain... around this wonderful globe
so Lord won't you fix that jet stream that's gone AWOL

oh Lord it's pouring down again, it seems it'll never stop
it's causing such misery and sadness all around
there all begging for the rain to stop... but share to all and sundry
our farmers are in a pickle.. but then so are we

If they can't put seed to the land we won't be able to grow our daily bread
or are you punishing us oh Lord, for the badness in our world,
but its always been the same Lord since time immemorial
humans are infallible, I guess they have always been.

so has there been a fault, my Lord in your design!!!when you created man
you've created a wondrous world my Lord, 
but when it came down to humans you failed miserably, 
& that's including me, that's harping to you oh Lord, but that's me

it's pouring down again, can't you see, am supposed to believe in you 
oh Lord to a certain extent I do, the beauty of this world
can't be  made by man alone, there must be a Supreme Being
that's orchestrating our world, so dear Lord as your sitting up there

with your massive batons,  don't forget to orchestrate, oh Lord
some of this rain away
and please install that jet stream, oh Lord 
Before its too late..

By Connie James