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

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

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.

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’

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

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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

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.