Adult Poetry
CONTENTS
A Rose Unseen is Forever Unknown
An Angel’s Touch of Particle Delight
The Longest Time Periods in My Life
Borne of New Love (Engines Driven of Bliss)
Entranced Within Ecstacy’s Flow
I Love Your All (Wiggle n Jiggle)
Sensation of Sexual Satisfaction
A Rose Unseen is Forever Unknown
I know a woman so beautiful that she makes most other things of beauty pale,
Should I attempt to describe her effect on me to others I know I would surely fail,
To attempt and fail would bring laughter to those that feed on my lack of scribe,
Allowing a taste of honey brings addiction that is impossible for me to describe,
How does a man of meager means describe ascension to wealth of heart?
The words to describe such auspicious an event are unknown even in part,
Can a man understand the sweet taste of honey without a drop upon his tongue,
Or understand the fire a soft kiss from her can generate if he has never had one,
My eyes have traced her voluptuous form with indescribable anticipation,
A rose unseen is forever unknown unless he has absorbed each sensation,
Is it possible for those that have never taken of her aroma to guess her redolence,
Angels lips I swear are made of rose petals meant to deny a man his endurance,
I’ve written words of love for so very long yet I haven’t found the words I need,
Can they understand my need or my addiction to love, it is from her I feed,
As fear of death and her loss overwhelmed my youthful drafted soul I sat in tears,
Near her home I sat that night afraid of what may happen in a few short years,
Her nearness brought comfort that can’t be described unless it is felt or known,
I spoke with this aging goddess last night to ask that her photographs be shown,
Still photogenic to extreme that unless shown my words will fall upon deaf ears,
Photographs taken two years ago will show she is beautiful beyond her years,
Again I pull her near as I have done for two thousand two hundred weeks or so,
Said another way is sixteen thousand nights I have kissed her lips soft and slow,
Tonight again her beautiful head has rest upon my chest as we do every night,
A movie shared or program viewed is filler for the air as we hold each other tight,
It sounds untrue I know, I know it’s hard to believe that people love this long,
I fear someday a well-meaning soul will awaken her to convince her don’t belong,
So few of us exist, we men of rust loved by gold, that none have met another,
Her heart beats strong of love for me I know, I know she loves me like no other,
Few women age to become more beautiful with each season’s passing it’s known,
Most that read my words don’t know her or will ever know her so you must be shown,
One pose exposed is nothing but pure art that should be chiseled in stone for life,
Another pose is of enticing tease that reveals my dream come true, my beautiful wife.
The end, by Pat
Those that read this rhyme please know that a great deal of thought and prayer weighed into our decision to post the images of Patti. “Our decision” means Patti and Pat for those of suspicious minds. Too many will only see nudity but I pray you don’t. Read my rhyme once more and understand the lines about the “rose” and the sweet taste of “honey.” Unless seen or known it’s impossible to understand. Patti is more beautiful inside and that is impossible to show. Thus the poems will flow until I am no more. As I wrote in one of my many rhymes, when I pass away let my tombstone read Here lies Patricia Napier King’s husband” that will be the greatest honor given me.
Lastly, let it be known it is I that made the decision to crop the photos you see. So please don’t think the nasty things said of us old men, although I may be so. But this day I am not that man. I’m simply deeply in love and with each passing day, I love her more. This website is to honor my wife while we both still live. Patti, I love you, my beautiful angel.
Patrick (Pat) King
April 10, 2015
The below poem is written from love and truth. So many don’t understand that when deeply in love the act of sex is a demonstration of that love. Sex is a beautiful wonderful gift given to us by God. When two are in love there is nothing dirty or demeaning in how they chose to demonstrate their love as long as it is mutual and brings no harm A poem or rhyme can be a stimulant for the mind, heart, and hormone driven parts. I am no expert in anything, these are simply my view. If experience adds to expertise or could possibly make me capable of giving advice, then Patti and I have over forty Four years of happy experience. I am willing to share as is she. I hope you enjoy my “Adult Poetry”.
Essence of Paradise
Today a beautiful flower came into my view,
As strange as it may be I was thinking of you,
Strange because you are the flower of my life,
Only one or two flowers remind me of my wife,
The beautiful red rose brings my blood into flow,
So beautiful a match to your lips and parts I know,
The essence of gardenia is to absorb you into me,
So perfect in color yet the best, people can’t see,
I’ve planted so many seeds in my need to breed,
As testosterone sees you my manhood is in need,
You part your beautiful lips and your tongue is there,
I lose my senses as my manhood becomes aware,
The rose of your garden is so beautiful in parted bloom,
I pray I don’t leave my fertilizing fluid behind too soon,
The essence of paradise engulfs my mind and all I am,
I feel everything flowing from me as if water from a dam,
To explode within you is paradise no doubt as I fall,
My mind is suddenly void all thought as I lose it all,
Love oh love, how wonderful the ecstasy of love can be,
I am flat, so empty inside, pray like this, you still love me.
Honey
There’s honey in you, oh it’s so very sweet,
Oh honey, let me taste your honey so I’m complete.
My restless heart burst when I first laid eyes on you,
You’re so sweet you make honey from morning dew.
I float high into the sky when I look into your eyes,
Only you could lift me high into the blue skies.
Let me taste you there, if you don’t I know I’ll die,
Just a momentary touch of your sweet honey pie.
This action on my heart must be good for me,
I fly, I float, and I dream of things I could be.
The air I breathe while in your hair is good air,
As I kiss your ear you act as if I kissed you there.
Oh honey, let me come down and rest my head,
I fear love but, honey, with you it needs to be said.
Will I crash or will I burn? I guess it’s all up to you,
Oh sweet honey, let me taste it, you’ll like it, too.
Sweet, sweet honey is making me shake inside,
So, so sweet, for you I live when I should’ve died.
Is it sugar making me shake or love’s blow?
Oh honey, let me eat you and we will know.
All the sweets ‘n’ all the eats won’t compare to you,
I’m so weary worn from loving you I need rest, too.
Let me put my weary head upon your lap and rest,
Will you let me love you forever, did I pass the test?
An Angel’s Touch of Particle Delight
An angel came into my dreams last night, bringing feelings of amour and delight,
She kissed my lips so tenderly light that my heart shed its earthly bonds for flight,
Traces of dreams from long ago were wrapped within this trek so wonderfully new,
I saw the silhouette of this angel bearing kisses for me; she was someone I knew,
Her hand was tender and soft placing charges of particle delight beneath my skin,
Charges of particle delight placed bumps upon my skin each place her hand had been,
Oh, how good it felt, this familiar feeling I knew from so long ago when I was young,
It was the joy of youthful love I had for the angel of whom my heart had clung,
Oh, how I wished I could in this dream brought long ago but given me this day,
Feel the youthful joys of firstborn love when I loved her the first time this way,
As I woke from this joyful sleep I felt the hand from long ago much to my dismay,
Her hand brought particle delight upon my skin as on the night of our wedding day,
I felt my heart take wings again and my skin was alive with particle delight,
She electrified my heart with her given love as on that wonderful night,
The one I love is at my side as well as the angel of my dreams forevermore,
Excitement of youthful love dwells within my seasoned heart for the one I adore.
The end,
For Patti, the angel of my dreams,
Each night my heart takes flight from her tender kiss it’s just one kiss placed so right,
A kiss it seems just known by her, expertise of angels lips that gives an old man flight.
A Rabbit in Me
I dreamed once upon a time there was a lot of rabbit in me,
Then I woke to look in the mirror quite frightened by what I see,
I ran from the room with more of a huge hop than a real run,
When I made it outside I was greeted by a man with a gun,
Every reflection said there was a lot of only rabbit in me,
Truly I was frightened as I wondered how this could be,
Gunfire is more scary when the bullets come your way,
I ran like a scared rabbit to be correct and no words of play,
Too many days on the other side of a hunter’s gun had karma,
Have you ever seen a scared running me rabbit crying “mama,”
To my amazement as I ran as fast as I could I got wood,
Hidden in the woods to my right a cute little Patti rabbit stood,
As quick as I hopped her way a car made a stump of my leg,
Now I ask have you ever seen a one legged rabbit beg,
Without much prospect of a future as a rabbit I was blue,
My sudden transformation had left me with nothing I knew,
Hopping on down the road I had to run in circles to get there,
In search of that little Patti rabbit I didn’t much care,
Gunfire aplenty yet something good came from this mess,
Hopping in circles was an impossible target for even Eliot Ness,
Now as a one-legged, half-stumped, woodie, circle rabbit I was king,
The new means of a rabbit’s escape was a hopping-in-circle thing,
Patterned after my run trying to get into Patti rabbit’s arms,
Even as a rabbit I’m rewarded by my need to taste your charms.
Electricitic Love
Let your love flow to engulf the passion in me,
Like flooding water wrapping up the huge oak tree,
Read words of love I’ve sent to you in an amorous rhyme,
Written words have no way to escape the wrath of time,
Let it show, I pray, let it show; have no shame in loving me,
In the scope of time and love does it matter others may see,
My heart is crippled, you know, when you hold me tight,
It’s not a painful crippling effect; it’s more one of delight,
Let Electricitic love flow in my veins setting me afire,
You’re so electrically exciting I’m filled with Patti desire,
It’s right to feel this way on fire with love for little you,
I’m on fire, really on fire to the point of what do I do?
Let’s set on the sand by the sea, you, me and a sand dune,
Kisses given me by you do as they always do when I balloon,
I’m on fire with Electricitic love created for me by you,
It’s not like we set out looking for a name for what you do,
By the sea, you and me can catch fire with love and passion,
In these strange times our love hasn’t yet gone out of fashion,
Let it flow into my soul through kisses given me by you,
I’m on fire with desire for you, little girl, it’s through ‘n’ through,
Electricitic Love is exciting to feel as it makes me feel young,
“I Got You Babe” is the way the song by Sonny ‘n’ Cher is sung,
You’ve got me babe is more appropriate from Electricitic love,
Put us together after all these years we will fit the other like a glove,
Spotlight my girl; it’s so right to have the light shine on you,
I am on fire with desire, I am so aflame with desire what do I do,
Let it flow, let your electricitic love go into my veins and my heart,
You know my little angel you have been there from the very start,
Kiss me, please; I need a kiss as soon as it can be delivered to me,
Don’t worry if other people look when you kiss me or if they see,
Let it flow into your heart and let your sweet love flow into mine,
Together Electricitic Love will help us gather much needed time,
Let it flow, let your love flow to engulf the passion in me,
See the flooding water wrapping up the huge oak tree,
Read words of love I’ve sent to you in an amorous rhyme,
Written words have no way to escape the wrath of time,
Let it show, I pray, let it show; have no shame in loving me,
In the scope of time and love does it matter others may see,
Proudly stake me to a tree with a huge sign above my head,
Words written to say, “I happily will love my little angel ’til dead.”
I Close My Eyes at Night
I close my eyes at night and pray escape will find my mind,
Touching your bottom is possibly the best escape I’ll find,
Let your naked body lay against my mind with long hair flowing,
How can you act so innocent sexually while still knowing,
The force of your soul has to be what overcomes my fright,
How can it be you find a way to save me every night,
An enemy of the past is suffocating the life out of me,
I’m in a nightmare prison to never again be free,
Will we float together hand in hand in a mind made pool,
Pray, save me from acting out as a nightmare fool,
Fighting the enemy aloud repeating the same each night,
Do I scare you my darling? I pray I am not a fright,
Oh Patti, pray for me that the pain subsides for a while,
That a short while or moment I’m released a painful mile,
Live and cry with me, you have to live and die with me,
I’m so sorry it is so and that I can’t be pain-free,
You deserve it more than me that I be free of pain,
You worry so and pray so much the pain shouldn’t remain,
I worry that you worry so for me is it fair I ask,
Taking care of me must be an insurmountable task,
Lay you down next to me that I can rub you to relax,
I will fall your troubles as do trees to Bunyan’s axe,
You smell of heaven; do all angels smell like this,
Face yourself to me that as before I may steal a kiss,
Laugh with me as we love the night through in arms,
You are my little beauty with heaven’s charms,
Lips of passion red that entice my groins alive,
What a thrill to love you no wonder I can survive,
I’m in paradise again let us pray upon a heaven star,
Pray together for relief of pain enabling to walk far,
So many things together experienced wanting more,
Let’s walk hand in hand until we reach heaven’s door.
Softly You Come
Softly you come towards me in the cool night air,
Entranced by your beauty I sit silently and stare,
The silk gown hugs your every beautiful curve,
I swallow my fear of rejection and regain my nerve,
The softness of the moonlight enhances your breast,
You have never been more gorgeous to this I will attest,
The slight breeze moving your beautiful flowing hair,
Softly blows away every day worry and care,
You float as you come to me with slightly open lips,
Again I’m taken in by your balanced shape and hips,
Finally my hand touches yours and a spark ignites,
A flaming love if seen as fire would be a forceful sight,
Passion soon flows as our groins meet,
Lips inviting tongue and soon intense heat,
Arms tightly embracing bodies intent on passions release,
A love we both know will never cease.
I Love to Slowly Run My Hand
I love to slowly run my hand along an antique car’s fine lines,
To sniff the aroma of liqueurs, whiskey and fine wines,
The aroma of a ten dollar cigar drawn slowly through my mouth,
To listen to ducks and geese as they make their winter flight south,
The sensation of fine sculpted lines is felt more on your hips,
The electricity I feel through my body right before I kiss your lips,
Cupping your breast is something I will always enjoy,
Like being a child and receiving a birthday toy,
Being young and fast and stealing second base,
The joy of entering a contest and winning first place,
Remembering the very first kiss from the girl you desired,
The very first day of your first job and being worn and tired,
The finest thing to feel is my arms around you,
The very best memory is hearing you say I do,
Your aroma while making love is a scent only meant for me,
To look at your naked body is the finest thing I’ll ever see.
The Red Rose of Your Garden
Today a beautiful flower came into my view,
As strange as it may be I was thinking of you,
Strange because you are the flower of my life,
Only one or two flowers remind me of my wife,
The beautiful red rose brings my blood into flow,
So beautiful a match to your lips and parts I know,
The essence of gardenia is to absorb you into me,
So perfect in color yet the best, people can’t see,
I’ve planted so many seeds in my need to breed,
As testosterone sees you my manhood is in need,
You part your beautiful lips and your tongue is there,
I lose my senses as my manhood becomes aware,
The red rose of your garden is beautiful in parted bloom,
I pray I don’t leave my fertilizing fluid behind too soon,
The essence of paradise engulfs my mind and all I am,
I feel everything flowing from me as if water from a dam,
To explode within you is paradise no doubt as I fall,
My mind is suddenly void all thought as I lose it all,
Love oh love, how wonderful the ecstasy of love can be,
I am flat, so empty inside; pray like this you still love me.
The end, by Pat. I love you, Patti.
The Longest Time Periods in My Life
The longest time periods in my life are when I can’t make love to you,
To some I sound a man obsessed unable to exist with nothing else to do,
I am busy, so very busy, unknown to most, running a company we own,
But with a vacant minute I look for you as it is time my love is shown,
Your age has brought no barrier to light other than you’re more beautiful now,
Thus, I must take time to absorb each beauty line I’ve caused somehow,
If not for me you are ageless for it is I that has worried your little heart,
Try as I may to remain in good health, rust sadly continues to fall apart,
When one loves another deeply time is lost in their presence quite often,
With you my hazel eyed beauty I appreciate that time makes you soften,
No words are found to describe how quickly your touch brings desire,
A kiss on my check for the millionth time can be the kiss to ignite a fire,
To make love to you is a desirous taking I accept full and ready to please,
I place it upon myself to please you to levels of ecstasy before I can ease,
An hour of love making is nearly too short to attain the levels we know,
It’s kept us healthy in one regard as we never allow our heartbeat to slow,
But it’s more than that, so many have no way to understand the reason,
It’s the desire to be one and whole, within your essence without illusion,
Your eyes or sigh alludes a want easily read by a man that knows you so,
The fact that I am that man is a trophy for my id although only I will know,
A surgery soon will slow me down as they operate on that needed part,
Remember my adorable angel although I can’t make love, you own my heart,
I will please you at night or anytime if allowed or upon your sweet request,
I will love you forever and prove my love by satisfying you at your behest.
The end, by Pat for Patti, I love you baby, good morning!
The Intrinsical Sway
So many treasured memories of you I hold and each are gold or silver lined,
Each thought is a thousand strands of silk reaching into the archives of my mind,
If harvested I’d be the wealthiest man alive to those starved of loves sensation,
Each memory is like a flavor of love to be tasted over again to find sweet elation,
Your kiss is likened to a sugar granule with so much sweetness upon your lips,
Flavor is given the kiss as my hands absorb your shaped form around your hips,
Mounds of pleasure awaiting the awakening of my instrument of pleasure,
After so many years the doubt of youth still lingers as I wonder if I will measure,
To measure up is norm but to fail is so abnormal that men fear it more,
More than losing hair or height is the fear of ridicule of so little in store,
I’ve touched the end of your treasured canal of joy so many times I dismay,
How can I of such little worth be the chosen man at the end of courtships fray,
As my heart pumps lifeblood so rich with the ingredient of love just for you,
I explore your earlobe as I have never explored an angels lobe of ear real slow,
Parcels of moon light penetrate the window to rest upon the wooden floor,
Outside the same moonbeams rest upon the sand of the slow pulsing shore,
It is about you Patti, I feel the world should stop its turn to rest upon now,
Now is the most important event in our life’s though no one notices somehow,
Is it absence of presence or inability to understand the importance unfolding here,
With so much inspiration clad in a gown of silk annunciating cleavage two fold clear,
Swaying intrinsically emphasizes womanhood that appears years younger,
Age has no bearing on the sensations I feel since my loins have starvation’s hunger,
A rhythm plays inside my head led by the pulse my muscles of heart now make,
Time has slowed at last as I see dew form upon a leaf before it begins to shake,
I kneel in thanks again as I praise All that is Holy for placing my lowly frame here,
Touch me and I soar to levels unknown by me and for a moment it’s all so clear,
Space has boundaries to slow mankind when love catapults his heart beyond,
I am a space traveler of present state as memories newly created become fond.
The end,
For Patti, I love you little girl.
Beautiful Angel
Beautiful angel,
The girl of my dreams opened the door a while ago and her hazel eyes sparkled when a smile broke upon her gorgeous face.
Do you notice that at that exact moment sparkles of light fell upon the place?
Pray tell, my angel, what angst has tired you so?
Please tell me dear and I will do as needed for it to go,
Oh, fly away troubles so deep as to darken my angel’s smile,
She is so beautiful within, that I’d run to save her day, I’d run many a mile,
Join me, please, or should I say more direct that I implore,
Come to my arms, my angel, there is no man that could want to please you more,
Touch down with wings at rest and sit upon this aging warrior’s lap,
No need to use your energy as you rest, for my lips just require a Patti love tap,
You bring vibrations to my heart of particle delight,
Rest but a moment, my angel, and I will repay your particle delight this beautiful night,
Sit please upon my lap and I will pleasure your breast with a kiss,
To bring a response of delight my teeth will nipple until you react with bliss,
The squeal suddenly emerging indicates either pain or pleasure revealed,
The sudden grasp upon my penis indicates it was pleasure and mine as well,
Because I too, just squealed.
Beautiful Red Lips of Heaven
Your tender lips drew me in to imagine my lips were pressed to yours again,
Was it my heart’s desire of you or was it the soft pout of your lips that drew me in,
My eyes tracked your lip’s movement as if I was a computer trained to follow,
As I sat wrapped in deep thoughts of desire for you I felt I had become shallow,
So deep in thoughts of desirous acts I felt shame to think nasty thoughts of you,
Your beauty warrants such thoughts of desire for you but should I follow through,
If only I did I would pull you oh so very close, even closer than you were that night,
Our lips first touch would create such a spark most would think it was now daylight,
My words and thoughts have never focused on just your lips as justice may dictate,
Alas, there is no need for justice to intervene because my heart and mind can relate,
The magical pout seen is but a slight forward motion to imply she is “what its about,”
I’m the first to agree of such as it is for me that her lower lip may slightly push out,
To push out is to pout when the words combine so perhaps she will conjure a word,
Love’s motion is bringing me nearer her and I press my anxious lips to hers it is heard,
The slight moan beneath her voice is unique in its presence as only I know the sound,
It’s called a “sloan” meaning a soft low moan that she only makes when I am around,
To think that thoughts of your lips could do such, as discuss words and their creation,
One wonderful thing your beautiful red lips do for me is to bring me to a point of elation,
That you’ve been asked what color of lipstick you wear when you have none on is true,
Red rose is the color or hue for those that ask but most of all your red lips say, I love you.
The end, by Pat for my beautiful little Patti
I love you baby.
Grasp of the Beautiful Angel
The girl of my dreams opened the door awhile ago and her hazel eyes sparkled when a smile broke upon her gorgeous face.
Do you notice that at that exact moment sparkles of light fell upon the place?
Pray tell my angel what angst has tired you so?
Please tell me dear and I will do as needed for it to go,
Oh fly away troubles so deep as to darken my angels smile,
She is so beautiful within, that I’d run to save her day, I’d run many a mile,
Join me please or should I say more direct that I implore,
Come to my arms, my angel, there is no man that could want to please you more,
Touch down with wings at rest and sit upon this aging warrior’s lap,
No need to use your energy as you rest, for my lips just require a Patti love tap,
You bring vibrations to my heart of particle delight,
Rest but a moment, my angel, and I will repay your particle delight this beautiful night,
Sit please upon my lap and I will pleasure your breast with a kiss,
To bring a response of delight my teeth will nibble until you react with bliss,
The squeal suddenly emerging indicates either pain or pleasure revealed,
The sudden grasp upon my penis indicates it was pleasure and mine as well,
Because I too, just squealed.
The end, I love you.
Borne of New Love (Engines Driven of Bliss)
The arteries and veins within my heart carry more emotion than can be described,
Love’s emotion interlaces my DNA to such extreme our love can’t be denied,
As I touch your flesh every cell in my fingers ignite to sensations yet unknown,
Each time I touch the voluptuous mounds of erotic temptation I need them shown,
I am borne of new love unknown to my heart each time the wonder of you I kiss,
I fly, I do, to heights only I can attain by my testosterone driven engine of bliss,
As I soar within myself into a wondrous world of love inspired of want for you,
My lips tenderly caress bare sections of flesh when my eyes wish more to view,
Conflicted needs dwell within my soul as my eyes need to view your beauty is felt,
Pause from kissing your tenderness is given that my eyes may view what God dealt,
As floods of emotion driven by my loving you come through it is felt full force,
Emotion so intense tears escape my eyes to fall gently upon the one, the source,
As a teardrop of my love falls upon your areola I remove it softly by my tongue’s tip,
The slight flavor of salt is sensed as the moisture of tear touches my lower lip,
I am moved by the slight sigh heard as my tongue embraced your flesh in retrieval,
Guide my path my sweet angel of desire and I will respond with member’s revival,
I stand at attention although I am prone, it is for you I am such, it is from my heart,
Every emotion of desire known to man is within my being if not whole, in part,
I declare I am a prisoner of my desire for you, I fear it borders on lust for you,
Can a man lust for his wife I’ve pondered too many times or thought through,
For half a century I have felt this urge of love to give my affection to just one,
So invigorated by testosterone’s release teen age want again comes undone,
Control has been lost so I bestow myself unto you that I am used as needed,
Please never release me I plead, it is of you and I our world must be seeded,
Say now, my angel, whisper soft words of “I love you” to excite my driven fire,
I hear your words as if never heard before, each “I love you” takes me higher,
A climax of pleasure penetrates us as one in a statement of insatiable release,
A momentary cessation of my trek of pleasure to explore you until told to cease,
Each time I kiss your beautiful lips my heart is borne of our seasoned love,
I fly on engines of bliss fueled by testosterone to heights nearing the above,
I soar into a wonderful world within my heart, a world inspired by loving you,
A desire to caress your flesh tenderly with my lips keeps your body in my view,
Although I desire to see your sexy form I will do anything for you that satisfies,
I will tie your shoes to walk or cover your little toes as slumber captures your eyes,
When you enter sleep’s domain sleep in comfort as I will keep you in my view,
Before you slumber please listen to words I whisper ever so tenderly, “I love you!”
The end, by Pat, for Patti
Hi Baby, it’s just impossible to describe how I want you. I so love you, I do, so deeply I love you. You are beautiful.
Repeat That Word
I love sentences that repeat a word back to back not thrice,
Two words when used correctly, correctly they are said twice,
“When he said that that was the end of the line” is twice said,
It’s the crazy things like that that dance around in my head,
The brain has a hard time to do so so it’s easy to understand,
You’d think they were so few these words, they’d fit into my hand,
Often times I’ve sat around trying to think of words as an example,
When I thought of it it slipped away as such words aren’t ample,
So if I ever insanely talk to you you should never take offense,
If my brain should be in another place place your hand hence,
Imagine with naughtiness, naughtiness will place your hand there,
The right right can mean correct right but move it just a hair,
Oh yeah that is correct, correct me if I am wrong but did it rise,
You see what I’ve done unknown to you you took part in my guise,
Cleverly I pulled you in, in my heart I ploy for you, you are all I want,
Unknown to you you are now the lead lead of this master hunt,
You’ve found it dear so let’s be clear clear your head from rhyme,
It is now time, time to sexually tease, tease me and say you’re mine,
Sometimes my anatomy does things for show show me what you can do,
I can stand no more, more and I will explode, explode my love into you.
The end, for Patti by Pat
I’m a nut, nut’n but you will do,
I’m a nut, nut’n my love into you,
Nut’n honey make a good mix of honey dew,
Nut’n honey mixes good if honey from me to you,
Nut’d honey is a prelude to what I can do,
Nut’d honey is a taste of sweet dew for you,
I’m a nut, nut’n but my honey dew for you,
I’m a nut, nut’d to dew but love you through,
I’m a nut, nut’n that you can do,
I’m a nut, this nuts n’ love with you.
The end, for Patti, this is a “Nut’n My Dew for You” production.
Entranced Within Ecstasy’s Flow
I’ve taken journeys across the sea while in a dream state of you,
As I look deeply into paradise eyes of hazel encircled with blue,
My heart seems to pulse in rhythm with each breathe you take,
Suddenly I am flooded with sensations enough to fill a lake,
A soft squeeze of your finger tips lingers just enough to bring,
A tingling feel inside that seems to shake as if a vibrating spring,
Oh the things you bring to me, things I’ve not known before,
Yet held in this paradise of angel’s eyes I feel so much more,
Your eyes pull me near as if an erotic response from below,
Come close my beautiful angel that we may linger here so slow,
Entranced within ecstasy’s flow it seems as if Heaven must await,
Your heaving breast against my chest has placed me at love’s gate,
Your kiss upon my lips takes me away from earth’s bounds to fly,
Am I adrift or in flight as I release realities burdens into a night sky,
I am aware now of everything you for you are my existence alone,
My focus on you brings memories of kisses and times I’ve known,
In my consciousness I see each wonderful moment of loving you,
I close my eyes as I absorb your essence completely through,
So many wonderful kisses, touches, caresses, and so much more,
Together so long we are now a history of love never written before.
The end, for Patti by Pat.
I love you baby.
Use Them Nuts
You gotta use them nuts or they will ache,
What’s wrong with you they ain’t gonna break,
Release that pressure and enjoy ejaculations,
Dig deep in your memory it’s called sexual relations,
It’ll cure colds and illness when doctors can’t,
These words are from experience I won’t recant,
When pains abound it takes them far far away,
But it feels so good who cares if the pains stay,
Its a drug coursing through, man’s drug n’ curse,
When you are finished you’ll feel even worse.
The end, by Pat
Expertly crafted or extracted from my mind.
So Rare Is This Gift
If a gift could be given me as the gift of my lifetime,
I would question why at this point of my life is it mine,
So rare would be this gift as I would know it’s for me,
A test, oh yes a test of proof that perhaps only I can see,
A gift for me so rare that non other exists or shall again,
Perhaps some sweet soul knew of my longing for it to begin,
A kiss, yes a kiss, so simple in function yet so often, rare,
From my lips to the nape of her neck I would place it there,
Hints suggest that privilege has access, can there be such,
Oh to allow me the honor to roam a place so rare of touch,
I know exists a place so rare that ignition of lust can occur,
At such age I wonder, are there things I should know of her,
Is there answer to such perplexing questions that rise up,
I am king yet do I reign free, do I drink of my queens cup,
Desire is in itself to be desired for many men do lack such,
Is it possible that desire’s do rise from a memory of touch,
I shall dream of my want as I have dreamt of desires to hold,
So often I have held treasure so rare that many seek my gold,
Of this treasure there is treasure wrapped within hidden away,
I burn of desire to unwrap this hidden treasure one joyful day,
To use my teeth to pull away garments that conceal my gold,
Will be a joyful occurrence I’m sure as I uncloth her in my hold,
Slowly I would tug fabric free until breasts and nipple expose,
Then trace the circle of areola ever so gently until nipples rose,
My breath will weigh heavy upon her flesh to spring free,
Tell tale bumps of arousal I seek, this is how I dream it to be,
In my attempts to explore the riches of her flesh I will rise,
I will rise up hardened as a man, becoming so before her eyes,
To do so and reign free upon her kingdom of her desirous nape,
I shall hold my desire of her until given favor for I shan’t act of ape,
Yet I think of such free reign and her desire as it ignites we two,
Grant favor I beg of nape’s treasure and I will share my love for you.
The end, by Pat for Patti
I Love Your All (Wiggle n Jiggle)
I take delight in your little butt,
No doubt of all it will make the cut,
When I tell you that your butt is cute,
I love the ‘jiggle of shake’ you execute,
But more than butt it’s in the shake,
It’s also the amount of swing you take,
Jeans so tight I see the dimple inside,
A cute little dimple you just can’t hide,
Your butt is all magic I know this sure,
When I feel down, it is the magic cure,
If behind you are never one left behind,
To not see your butt I’d have to be blind,
Not of the size but how it pleases eyes,
I’ve felt your butt and heard low sighs,
Heard sighs must be ours heard unless,
A third hand’s enjoying your butt caress,
Now there are four and I understand,
Those extras I feel are your little hands,
Feel how good you feel when you feel,
To feel the delight of your butt is unreal,
How can a man devote a rhyme to a butt,
It’s so very easy from a rhyming nut,
I’m a nut for you all the way through,
I’m a nut that loves to nut inside of you,
From a magic butt came a rhyme one day,
With such a beautiful butt it’s easy to say,
Words will spew or perhaps come forth,
From afar, south, east, west, and north,
Your butt knows no age but thankfully one,
It does know bounds as its growth is done,
To talk of butt that seems ageless in feel,
Another part of ‘touch anatomy’ has appeal,
Of these in two there is a jiggle from wiggle,
Of the wiggle motion in your butt they jiggle,
They are mounds of delight when held tight,
I would say of your two they are just right,
I’ve a hand on your jiggle and one on the wiggle,
It fills me with such horniness I have to giggle,
Oh how my heart sets sail and my rocket is tall,
I just have to say to you, I love your “all”!
The end.
Invisible Essence
I woke this morning to your sweet nakedness leaving the room,
My heart suddenly changed speed for my mind to consume,
I chuckle as I remember that I had the same reaction long before,
For fifty years your nude flesh has made me want to live fifty more,
I am grateful, so very grateful that your age is difficult to gauge,
Myself and others have wondered why you don’t show your age,
I’m blessed Patti, I still burn with fire every time I feel your touch,
Though I’m elder now, my teenage heart loves you so very much,
Desire for you floods my soul and physical being to extreme,
I am ready to respond to your touch though it may not seem,
My darling my angel return you to my arms that we may kiss,
I close my eyes and a memory of youthful sex seems amiss,
If I was aged perhaps it would not be yet I do seem to be older,
Is it such that instead of a nervous whisper I’m at last bolder,
Still, when absent more than a day excitement fills my soul,
My heart is filled with lusting desire, amorous transfer my goal,
I’ve aged two hours more since nude awareness came to be,
We made love for an hour when again your nudity I could see,
It saddens me that someday a death event will make my life end,
But know true my little girl that love is something I don’t pretend,
Upon that day I’ll soar to heaven that I may return to your heart,
I’ll surround you with invisible essence that is me in every part,
Though my touch penetrates through I still feel sensations of love,
If your masturbation is seen I will stream my love from up above.
The end
I love you my beautiful little girl. I don’t know why this weird poem came out of me.
Unto You
Hello luv, tried to sleep did my best,
Is there an anti word instead of rest?
Substitute words come from needs,
Such as in “flowers” came from weeds,
In the case of me I’m no longer a stud,
Cause I’m now held together by crud,
In conclusion I was thinking of just you,
Join me in bed and I’ll cum unto you.
Sensation of Sexual Satisfaction
Each day my mind wanders to explore the wonder of you,
I admire you as a woman and for the little things you do,
The joy of loving is known more to me than others I know,
Perhaps it is that you love me more or that I love you so,
I think of how it feels to touch you or is it sensations I feel,
The greatest sensation I could know is of your sex appeal,
You are sensational as a lover or should I say you’re great,
Perhaps more so said to others is how the words do relate,
As your lips come close to mine I feel a fire igniting inside,
Before our lips spark, fore contact I feel electrical collide,
A snapping sound of electrical arc is felt along with heard,
Isn’t it odd the sound of electrical or is it said to be absurd,
I truly like how you make me feel when I feel loin blood flow,
Blood of loin moving to excite is a sensation we both know,
I must say in true belief that I know it more than others do,
Thought given to process will prove it’s because I love you,
Today I feel my keg is full since completion did not occur,
Halt came quite suddenly last night to be more of a blur,
Thus my pistol remains quite full and said too its cocked,
The sensation of sexual exclamation was sadly blocked,
Perhaps said relief will come to be when you arrive home,
A kiss to such parts will expel full loins of my chromosome,
Then a sensation of sexual satisfaction will be the known,
It could then be said it occurred when our love was shown.
The end, by Pat for Patti
Flesh Felt Near
I love to hold you tight after I pull you into my waiting arms,
Near to you I vowed my life to shield you from life’s harms,
To succumb is to lose resistance but to you I shan’t resist,
Of you poor thoughts will never be without a tragic assist,
Your flesh is of Heaven’s beings so tender and tantalizing,
My body awakens when touched by you to be so satisfying,
Place your hand into mine as we near the crossroad home,
This man’s life is given protection from creatures that roam,
My heart would be torn from my chest if disaster was to be,
Life began as through a window I crawled finding joy for me,
A human fleshed angel stood near though human still angelic,
If said angel should pass from age does she become a relic?
Miracles of life are always close when love angels are nearby,
Wings of angels lift me high beyond what is seen in the sky,
Place please a tender kiss upon my aged face before I’m gone,
The soft flesh within your lips is beyond special to turn me on,
Hold me close I beg of you please pull me near to your heart,
Time has slowed my motion but still my emotions quickly start,
Deep kisses with tongue’s embrace set my hormones to dance,
Erections of love given me have traits of iron without taken chance,
At night I’ve longed for you and remembered our embraces of love,
Many years ago I desperately prayed to our Lord in Heaven above,
Praying for your love with a chance you were still in wait for me,
Each dream or memory of loving you are still felt as if heavenly.
The end. For Patti by Pat. I love you!
ADULT HUMOR
Poem of Gender Extinction
I write this rhyme or is it a poem of gender extinction,
Seems to me I start to cry for reason of no distinction,
Have I become I wonder, more female than I was male,
I knew there was an easy way, an easy way I could tell,
So gently I pulled back my sack that has begun to sag,
I couldn’t see around my member of which I use to brag,
It’s my taint I wished to view but I taint bend as I use to,
I bent hard and pulled up on it all to see the taint I knew,
You know the pain and the feeling that’ll make you spew?
Well it came right then as my left nut slipped out of view,
What dilemma I thought to myself but I knew what to do,
If I use a mirror my brain surmised, my taint I could view,
For a man of sixty eight it was much too frightening to see,
Right where my taint use to be a vagina stared back at me,
I cringed in fear, I cringed inside, how on earth could it be,
A slice of womanhood had been placed in there, absolutely,
I puked again this time in fear I was now a hermaphrodite,
Seems the folds of old age fat and nut sack folds just right,
Had come together along with sagging excess bags of skin,
My taint ain’t a taint no more but an old mans mangina within,
I warn you brother do not look please drop the mirror now,
Hold your dignity that remains and find strength somehow,
To resist the temptation of a peek or you’ll end up like me,
For some reason I must now sit down every time I take a pee,
As I stand looking into the mirror at my man breast in fear,
Mary Poppins dances in my head and sound of music I do hear,
I take another look at my shrinking penis and my hairy breast,
Wondering to myself, would a pink or blue dress fit me best,
A push up bra would make me full with hairy breast exposed,
Those nasty men that sneak a peek would easily be disposed,
I suddenly come to my senses and wonder if I must have a hex,
It seems as if with my gender neutral name I am now unisex.
The end, by Pat
Dedicated to my brothers but especially Brian