Walking back on steps untrod

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Walking back on steps untrod

Postby Salvador Oria » Thu Apr 27, 2006 6:09 pm

Walking back on steps untrod (or Pending Subject Passed with Honours)


What runs in your mind when after many years
you meet someone you knew long before
and dreamt since of her touch and her lips
as life drew both onto different courses
and paths? Would this return all your fears?
And how will your most hidden senses react
upon smelling again a familiar and so cherished scent?
With a blunt surge of heat when you, after
an initial kiss, hand on hand,
feel the inevitable waves that her skin transmits,
when seconds after a close hug that lit
old embers again of what you thought an extinguished fire
that you know in your guts was feverishly desired?
This, perhaps?


With feeble hands you undo her bra
whilst hers slide warmly down your pants
releasing your bodies of the un-needed clothes,
unable to disguise the strength of your wants
in tight embrace; a wild search for love
sets your hormone sets alive,
dancing like flower-heads in the wind their nervous dance.
She is wet and you are high,
and she plays with your manhood in her mouth
with her lips, her teeth, her tongue...
yours have drank in-between her thighs
the sweet almond-tasting juices of her tight,
hidden, reserved places for the love of her life.


Your souls, blended into one, climb the hills to Heaven
step by step you move cautiously together
entangled in the circumvolutions of a time warp.
Eternity is your desire and only destination
your will abducted by this needed sensation,
has your hopes captured in a ring of pleasure.
A whole world, a universe of elation,
to which you slowly move to recover your pride
the lust you've lost, your lovers' flow,
the place without hate you have once left behind.
Only the two of you, now, in this road to perfection
scratching and biting and crying and shuddering
every atom of every cell of yours vibrating with joy.


With your wings outstretched as long as they are,
you drift with the wind, you fly up and down.
You make a deep dive into your body scents
getting ready for the adventurous flight
that you anticipate and refrain and withhold,
your mouths crave for air, your eyes close
and force your brains to imagine, invent, create
and quench this long-lasted delirious thirst
until the last thrust to scream and explode.
The thrill goes sky-high...
Your mouths join again, your hands caress
your bodies entering a deserved relax.
Together, our hearts beating as one. At last!


© 2005 Salvador Oria aka Argie
8-7-05/rev 20-7-05/rev 27-04-2006
Last edited by Salvador Oria on Fri Apr 28, 2006 2:17 pm, edited 1 time in total.
"...my dreams were all my own; i accounted for them to nobody; they
were my refuge when annoyed - my dearest pleasure when free."
mary shelley in her author's introduction to "frankestein", 1831.

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Postby joanne chapman » Thu Apr 27, 2006 8:48 pm

Holy mary mother of god, i'm off to mass. :)

Hope they were married, and I hope it wasn't a pint he drank. lol

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Postby Louis P. Burns aka Lugh » Fri Apr 28, 2006 12:02 am

Hi Argie mate. Great to see you posting on here and wow (!), what an entry ( pardon the pun :P ).

This is a beautiful piece of poetry that captures all the tenderness and pent up tensions of love and lust.

Excellent delivery in each and every verse that, for me at least, conjours / summons up wonderful memories and mental images of lovers at play.

The rythym of this piece also has an activity going through it all akin to each loving pull, push or thrust.

I will email you tomorrow with one small critique on spelling, but this is perfection and simply lovely :)

Jo, whatever you do, don't have confession with Father O'Leary. He's an absolute headcase and only in the business for the altar boys, collection plate, wine and bread :P

Thanks for posting and sharing Argie. I will speak with Diesel perhaps tomorrow, but more than likely monday, and with your permission and assistance oh and images / pictures, we can build a montagé (series of photographs that blend into one another and relate to this work) for you to display on our domain and keep for your own future online work / portfolio.

Welcome aboard Dude ;)
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Postby Salvador Oria » Fri Apr 28, 2006 2:35 pm

thanks Lugh, typo edited now (cautiosly=/=cautiously). Please tell these people here that I'm not a native/family English speaker but only a tame inhabitant of the Southamerican rainforests whose mother tongue is Spanish.

jo, sorry pal, they were not married otherwise they wouldn't be having such fun 8) The 'omniscient narrator' is recalling a dream that turned into an exciting experience and do it by talking as if you were the one having it, until the last line when he assumes it is his own. Not really my line of writing, even when I might do something about anything under the sun, but mine is more on the pastoral department...

thanx 2 both of U
"...my dreams were all my own; i accounted for them to nobody; they

were my refuge when annoyed - my dearest pleasure when free."

mary shelley in her author's introduction to "frankestein", 1831.

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Postby Louis P. Burns aka Lugh » Fri Apr 28, 2006 4:22 pm

Argie wrote:thanks Lugh, typo edited now (cautiosly=/=cautiously). Please tell these people here that I'm not a native/family English speaker but only a tame inhabitant of the Southamerican rainforests whose mother tongue is Spanish.


This is true, but Argie is a master craftsman with words and has frequently entertained me with his work.

I suppose the other thing to point out, and only if you want to Argie, is that we could do with an English to Spanish translator forThe Crafty Fecker environment - Miguel and Mrs. Mendez's characters. (Click that dark red font to be taken to it and their dialogue / dualogue enters the environment in scene 3). I will fully understand if your work commitments limit your time though :)

Argie wrote:jo, sorry pal, they were not married otherwise they wouldn't be having such fun 8) The 'omniscient narrator' is recalling a dream that turned into an exciting experience and do it by talking as if you were the one having it, until the last line when he assumes it is his own. Not really my line of writing, even when I might do something about anything under the sun, but mine is more on the pastoral department...

thanx 2 both of U


I think it's only fair to point out thatSENSITIZE © won Jo in a raffle at the seaside a few months ago. We had a choice between a teddy bear or a smartarse and me being the daring divil I am, chose the latter.

That said, it's paid off brilliantly and Jo's a gem with comedy and the high art of 'improvised delivery' of humour. All we have to do now is convince her of this. Right Argie - You grab her legs and we'll tickle her until she laughs and accepts the role :P...

Only on SENSITIZE © folks ;)...

Where else could such madness and mayhem happen?
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