CAMELOT FANTASIES

You shared some good poems there, Clay.

You're the reason
I hold on
You ignite feelings
Of confusion
One day we're steamy hot
The next your running cold
You tell me I'm your only love
You come onto me youre bold
You ply me with kisses
Our bodies entwined
We unite and fit as tight as a glove
Undulating hips
Meet thrust for thrust
Hot kisses
Lips trailing making pathways
On our bodies
Desire overcoming all thoughts
Of only pleasing
Me and you
Orgasmic delights
Throughout the night
Foretell magical days ahead
Yet in the light of day
Commitment phobia
Rears its ugly head
Tight feeling in the stomach
One of anguish
One of dread
I want to hold on to the man
That makes me feel safe
And loved and alive
You give me reason to hold on

Your words of love
Keep running through my head
For its truly not you
It is me
Looking in the mirror
I'm the one
Who dares you to stay
As I run away

General CD
Thank you...love them!

Awesome collections of poems
I agree with Lady Ann
Very 🔥 Hot and steamy

Inspires us to create along those lines

Stirring the creative juices
Love and light
Divine

thanks lady Divine.


great thread with plenty of fuel to fire up the soul.

Love the Poetry!

Love my pensive thoughts shifting in the dark shadows
Carefully unwrapping the paper peering at then smooth cedar wood humidor
Discovering tightly rolled Fonseca Cuban cigars
Clipping the tip with the cigar cutter
Rolling the cigar between my fingers feeling for knots and finding it smooth
Basking in the sweet smell of the cigar as I breath in aroma
Lighting long matches after match
As I lick the tip and draw the smoke in my mouth puff after puff and blow it out
The golden red hue slowly enflaming tightly wrapped leaves
Sweet aroma of the cigar is wafting eliminating the sulphuric scent of the matches
Exhale the smoke
A plethora of ideas just crammed into my head
Ideas are flowing in mass flooding
Needing wanting to be the first idea I write
It's part of my meditation
It's part of my creative process
As the cigar requires multiple matches and my attention to detail is pouring down on paper
My writing changing as the characters interchange
How I love the process
How I love the flow of words
That tip over each other
Clamouring for attention
Story development

Le Balcon (The Balcony)



by Charles Baudelaire




 loose translation by Michael R. Burch





Paramour of memory, ultimate mistress,
 source of all pleasure, my only desire;
 how can I forget your ecstatic caresses,
 the warmth of your breasts by the roaring fire,
 paramour of memory, ultimate mistress?

Each night illumined by the burning coals
 we lay together where the rose-fragrance clings—
how soft your breasts, how tender your soul!
 Ah, and we said imperishable things,
 each night illumined by the burning coals.

How beautiful the sunsets these sultry days,
 deep space so profound, beyond life’s brief floods ...
 then, when I kissed you, my queen, in a daze,
 I thought I breathed the bouquet of your blood
 as beautiful as sunsets these sultry days.

Night thickens around us like a wall;
 in the deepening darkness our irises meet.
 I drink your breath, ah! poisonous yet sweet!,
 as with fraternal hands I massage your feet
 while night thickens around us like a wall.

I have mastered the sweet but difficult art
 of happiness here, with my head in your lap,
 finding pure joy in your body, your heart;
 because you’re the queen of my present and past
 I have mastered love’s sweet but difficult art.

O vows! O perfumes! O infinite kisses!
 Can these be reborn from a gulf we can’t sound
 as suns reappear, as if heaven misses
 their light when they sink into seas dark, profound?
 O vows! O perfumes! O infinite kisses!