Excited Fire

They’re just words right?
As long as they stay on the page
What could possible go wrong?
She would surely be amazed
My words inspire desire
They are passion uncaged
Each letter a tactile experience
With every word pleasure remains

She couldn’t possibly know
She was soon to see
Her every movement was captured
Perfectly
Visually by me
I encased semantically
Her ever desire
Verbs romantically linked with adjectives
Nouns dipped in fire
Prepositions very existence
To close the short distance
From fantasy to reality
She offered no resistance

They were just words after all…

(more…)

Churches and Liquor stores
booze and God
explore with me the path
of the neighborhood that is ours
I count a store every mile
at least twenty churches in that same time
a liquor store to match
I guess even salvation isn’t a strong enough patch

everyone wants to escape
no one moves away
they deflect it with the thoughts
“where would I go anyway?”
It’s sad
the way this place exists
poverty mixed with pleasure
street peddlers of bliss
in small enough packages
the soul is abandoned

(more…)

She winked at me and my heart grew bolder
When she smiled at me it emboldened my soldier
I couldn’t get past that sparkle in her eye
It beckoned me come closer, how could I deny?
So I approached and what did I find?
She took my by the hand and transformed to my guide
She led me to danger, in the space of an instant
Her words promised me pleasure, just cover the distance
I did and as if in a trance
When I awoke we were entangled in a forbidden romance
Synchronized trance
Forbidden dance
Between the sheets
Pleasure enhanced
All that in a instant
All that in a vision
All that in a smile that defied resistance
I had no choice, in truth I never did
I was always hers, it was only the journey that could be different

-Malcolm Lloyd

I won’t stop…until there is nothing left between us…until your jeans are torn and lying in the corner, your thong ripped and stuffed in your mouth to silence your screams, your bra…missing and in multiple pieces and you bent over the table…ass cheeks swollen and red, with me deep inside you whispering into your ear…asking you questions that you can’t answer…pulling your hair when I don’t hear the muffled scream loud enough…scratching your back when I don’t feel you arch it forcefully.

You don’t have a choice. You give me what I want…eventually.

After all the fight is gone, all the resistance spent…all of the fire and attitude channeled into places that swell with the anticipation. You surrender to me and whatever I have in mind. You yearn for nothing but to pleasure me, you dream of only my touch…rough at first, to tame your spirit, then soft, to soothe your broken will.

You desire my body inside of yours, hard…wanting…searching and delivering. You anticipate every thrust and respond with your very being as if nothing else matters but pleasing your master because in the end…nothing else does.

The cycle repeats…

(more…)

It’s the light in your eyes
I miss it terribly
It’s the way that you smiled
When I suggested running away with me

Though I know you were placating me
Never for once taking me seriously
The thought alone was enough to give me ecstasy

It was your voice when we conversed for a spell
The way you made topics come alive so well
Your words had texture to me
Though you’d praise my clarity
Your wit came effortlessly
Arousing me…intellectually

I won’t even touch upon the danger
That irresistible stranger
Forever present
Yet avoiding all attempts to tame her
Her appearance results in subtle mood shifts
Still though we approach her warily
Never do we beg of her desist

(more…)

In the bed between the sheets

Under the stars while the moon peeks

Our bodies like poetry

When they meet

Ecstasy

That which defines our release

Your touch

Which makes my heart beat

You want it, it’s yours

Come with me

To the place of dreams

Where wonders never cease

And thoughts turn to steam

As actions paint a passionate scene

You scream

I need

You speak

I believe

The pent up frustration

Is but an indentation

The paragraph is spoken

And all resistance is broken

Think of me and we shall be

Together forever

Or at least until sweet release

-Malcolm Lloyd

In her eyes I was startled
Trapped in their clarity
She drank me in and held me
An eternity
Naked for her to see
She held my soul
So bold
My arrogance whisked away from me
I was naught but a man to her
And her;
A goddess to me

-Malcolm Lloyd

Hmm…so if I kissed you would you kiss me back?
Would you touch me back if my hands caressed the small of your back?
Would you look into my eyes and return my stare?
Would you allow me to lead, and then follow me somewhere?

Would you trust me to never touch you wrong?
Would you never doubt my fingers wherever they might roam?
Would you allow my mind to read yours and respond in kind?
Would you stay with me till the end of all time?

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Sigh…I haven’t posted a poem in a while as I haven’t written one in quite some time.  I’ve found I’ve lost my inspiration, my drive…my muse.  I write this in hopes that maybe she’ll come back and grace me with the inspiration to create, the desire to procreate words, to make verbs exist that I’ve fallen in love with over the past several months.  It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this devoid of creativity, this lack of life…since every line I’ve written has just fallen flat on the paper…the ink refusing even to stick and make a mockery of what…had been till now…true talent and passion.

So I write this with over the top words and expression in hopes that maybe the hyperbole will somehow spur the creativity I so obvioulsy lack back into being.

So consider this a call…if you read this blog…still and you have a topic…any topic that you want to see in lights…

leave me a comment and I’ll do my best to write about it.

On a side note…I REALLY HATE THE WORDPRESS EDITOR.  SERIOUSLY HATE IT.  Sigh.

Mood: Grumpy and lacking creativity.

-Malcolm Lloyd

Please listen
I can feel you slipping away
Don’t leave me yet
I need you to stay

I’ve been gone a bit
I promise it’s not you
Every day I’m away
Is another day I miss you

I don’t know how to say
The things that are on my mind
I don’t know how to convey
What I try so hard to hide

The world is strange
I’d love to change the way it works
Reality is so profane
I seek the innocence of your touch

Lay with me the night
That I may forget the horrors of the day
Let me caress you in my arms
To keep my demons away

Let me show you it’s real
That fantasy is reality
Ideas are vague
But words are concepts of actuality

I struggle to find courage
So I keep life at bay
Never living in the moment
I send entire hours away

What am I to say?
I’ve said it all in verse
Describe my needs and my wants
Confess as if in church

Dear Lord…it’s been years since I’ve felt
The type of passion and longing
That overtakes my soul and envelopes
I pray for guidance, have you any left?

Absolution then, if not?
I fear I’m out of my depth
You know what I need
I pray that you grant me leave

My body craves her touch
My heart wants it to succeed
What is right, or wrong?
My mind can no longer see

Her smile overwhelms all
It keeps me on my knees
Beseeching…
Is it then for help or for leave?

Am I asking for permission or forgiveness?
I think it’s time we see…