Masked Lover
Gliding with such grace, strength and honour
A lady takes to the stage, dressed in her armour
Having once been lost, alone for some time
She returns to her duty, viewing suitors in their prime
Masks they disguise them, imitate and play
Windows to the soul, the only part that can betray
Touching is forbidden, outlawed and denied
Teasing all her senses, making her tingle inside
Searching the room, she ignores the talk
Yes she’s the woman that he had to stalk
A connection is made, as he turns round to see
Creating a charge of the highest degree
One dance was promised as the music starts
Air reverberates, the sound of breaking hearts
Dreams are lost, shattered and burned
Especially those of the nemesis been spurned
Secretly leaving a space for their own
She’s given instructions that are well known
Discarding of silk, satin and lace
The woman prepares with a fixed embrace
His love, lust and deep rooted passion
Are merged together with compassion
Two bodies as one, lay silently sated
In a shape of life, which is firmly stated
(c) A J Walters, 2015
You, only you
It’s funny how life can turn out
Even if it isn’t at the time
We have to laugh, before we cry
Or all four walls we’d want to climb
Whether it’s family, close or removed
Or a partner you love or lost
Take a step back and look ahead
Don’t lose yourself at any cost
There might be a moment that comes along
Where that someone will need you
How many would actually want to step up
In truth, there’s only a few
Be true to yourself, heart and soul
Yes be strong, be tough, be bold
If you’re a person that sees both sides
You’ll never leave a person in the cold
Life will repeat itself, it often does
A cycle of regret, promise and love
However in the end, you are but you
Who respects and cares for thereof
Explosions
Heart shattering into a thousand shards,
Soul exploding, it’s become too hard.
Thunder roaring and lightning strikes,
Piercing deep with the sharpest spikes.
Shielding, defending the centre of me,
Curling up tight, dreaming what could be.
Life burnt of desire and lost of hope,
Emotions wild, feeling a tightening rope.
Loved and lost isn’t what hurts most,
It’s the words and actions from he a ghost.
The barrage of hate and air so cold,
Coming from this figure, big and bold.
Tears run dry, an empty shell is all,
No-one to catch me as then I fall.
Dropping fast into a bottomless pit,
Closing my eyes I wait for the next hit.
Silence descends on the room we’re in,
Heavy and still, the weight causes din.
Daring to take just one secret glance,
Hoping and praying for a single chance.
The saving grace of a guardian angel is he,
A saviour of life signing a decree.
Taking hold of limbs, battered and bruised,
Belonging to a woman mentally abused.
From Me to We
I am but the heart and soul,
Of a case that surrounds me.
A lustrum of sadness and loss,
Not knowing when I will be free.
You were light and the dark,
A confusion of love and hate.
Leaving a shadow so cold,
I often said it was fate.
The tears and depression,
A pain so acute.
Was once a daily occurrence,
That left one once mute.
Your words and harsh actions,
Bruised deep down within.
Then came that last day,
When the end would begin.
No more will it happen,
I am strong, I am me.
The woman I once was,
You will no longer see.
I have found a new love,
One that accepts me for me.
My size does not matter,
From now on, we are ‘We’
Sensual Spirit
Crisp white wine
Poured from its bottle
Tantalisingly slowly
I pull back on the throttle
Teasingly, pleasingly
He’s wanting to lead
Captivating, enrapturing
Eyes never leave this steed
A licking of lips
And chinking of glass
Adrenalin rushes
Deep feelings amass
Warm scented candles
Add a flickering light
He moves right beside me
My thighs clench tight
Clothes still remain
Pooled around on the floor
The lingerie I chose
Discarded by the door
It’s a perfect ending
To the perfect night
Making passionate love
Of which a poet could write
(c) A J Walters, 2015
#WorldPoetryDay
Desired Promise
Steam rises entering the room
From the water in the tub
Muscles tense with a reminder
My body desires a sensual rub
A hand invites me to step in
A silent gesture to enthral
Sitting down before him
I watch the bubbles rise and fall
Slowly leaning back I settle
His legs at my side protect
For a moment a silence descends
So find time to relax, reflect
His fingers begin a journey
Travelling gently down my arm
Not stopping still they move
I’m now everything but calm
Skimming over sensitive skin
A moan escapes my lips
Losing control I let him in
A swift movement of my hips
I remember the promise he made
To care and look after me
Allowing my breath to slow
It’s exactly how it should be
Black Rose
A black rose so beautiful and yet so dark,
Thousand meanings it has, everyone leaves a mark.
From death to black magic, a deep love to remorse,
What this one means, we will know in due course.
Presented to a lady, one in mourning for so long,
Has found a new lust, why should it feel so wrong?
Many years have past, since her betrothed did go,
Searching for a man, to become her new beau.
His passion, His grace. All come hand in hand,
She knows what she wants, even at his command.
For she is the strong one, as she holds him at breast,
A thorn it may wound her, yet his love doth attest.
No other does he desire as he’s found his true love,
From the moment he stooped to retrieve her lace glove.
Bowed down before her, only one glance did it take,
For sinful thoughts and dreams he wanted to make.
The passion and desire drove the poor man insane,
For a long time he has needed a woman to cause pain,
A pain mixed with pleasure, leaving him begging for more,
As she strikes his bare flesh, leaving it red hot and raw.
So now the black rose a symbol of sentiment and hurt,
Both meaning more to him than he dare to assert.
He will wait for her love to blossom and bloom,
He’s at her mercy, while sitting at foot as she grooms.