The romance was the fun part of what we had.
It was perfect, it was simple, it was real, and I miss it.
Baby you were no tease but we played that game.
I wasn't perfect and you thought for awhile I was.
You and played the role for others to make a name.
Something you and I both seemed to live out.
Jester and the doll, one the fool and the other the flusie.
We probably waited too long to just get out.
You should not have listened to who I really was.
I was wrong for seeing the woman that was the doll.
So I moved too slow then too fast and who couldn't see.
Only me.
© Jeph Rants
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Friday, October 28, 2011
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
recall it all
What love I would give for a kiss from supple lips.
A grazing smirk that temps without even a touch.
For peddles of roses nor cashmere could be softer.
The arms of warmth I provided in return for you.
Glancing or lost our looks lasted and wanted more.
We lost each other my love in wine and passions.
My nights leave yearning with my alone so clear.
A beat of my heart is mine and the rest are yours.
My knees bent and the knowing of my ways open.
Looking down at me I will always remember you.
From fingers tips to something that sent me over.
I have and still fall for you lost in a space waiting.
For the embrace of knowing love and your kiss.
Mine, and for that I would go to the moon, again.
© Jeph Rants
A grazing smirk that temps without even a touch.
For peddles of roses nor cashmere could be softer.
The arms of warmth I provided in return for you.
Glancing or lost our looks lasted and wanted more.
We lost each other my love in wine and passions.
My nights leave yearning with my alone so clear.
A beat of my heart is mine and the rest are yours.
My knees bent and the knowing of my ways open.
Looking down at me I will always remember you.
From fingers tips to something that sent me over.
I have and still fall for you lost in a space waiting.
For the embrace of knowing love and your kiss.
Mine, and for that I would go to the moon, again.
© Jeph Rants
Saturday, September 17, 2011
The Asscendancy
Control the word spoken low in tone and close in the way it reverberates.
A lack in self and want in another to have in me the strings to manipulate.
Giving in, in that way to a being with such discipline as to hold out for you.
Pulse, and push a feeling of swelling sensations that fill you with vibrations.
Subordination with restraint hypnotized by the exhilaration of all of you.
Reaching for the instant that overwhelming satisfactions guild your hands.
Between you and I there is more than longing but nothing physical stopping.
No force to stretch your purse strings I need to let gently inside your mind.
I missed and miss with a need to control my longing to sway your affections.
© Jeph Rants
A lack in self and want in another to have in me the strings to manipulate.
Giving in, in that way to a being with such discipline as to hold out for you.
Pulse, and push a feeling of swelling sensations that fill you with vibrations.
Subordination with restraint hypnotized by the exhilaration of all of you.
Reaching for the instant that overwhelming satisfactions guild your hands.
Between you and I there is more than longing but nothing physical stopping.
No force to stretch your purse strings I need to let gently inside your mind.
I missed and miss with a need to control my longing to sway your affections.
© Jeph Rants
Friday, July 29, 2011
Image Nation
Doused thoughts of your softness against me.
I drain myself of want for you to fill me close.
My hands yours with flesh covering my sight.
Your body atop my thrusting receiving glory.
A curve of your lips show pleasures that grow.
The slight of your outline brings out my girth.
Firm I place my wants deep inside of you slow.
Pushing thoughts of me forever into your roots.
Immersed physically the emotion grasps tight.
Seeping into your heart still wet with the dew.
A want for forever to be our reason for living.
Missing is only the reality of you here with me.
I drain myself of want for you to fill me close.
My hands yours with flesh covering my sight.
Your body atop my thrusting receiving glory.
A curve of your lips show pleasures that grow.
The slight of your outline brings out my girth.
Firm I place my wants deep inside of you slow.
Pushing thoughts of me forever into your roots.
Immersed physically the emotion grasps tight.
Seeping into your heart still wet with the dew.
A want for forever to be our reason for living.
Missing is only the reality of you here with me.
© Jeph Rants
Sunday, July 24, 2011
The Moon is a long way
You wanted a knowing of forever.
I wanted to kiss your lips and never quit.
A need you had to be never confined.
Mine was for your eyes to gaze into me.
Seen as the perfect couple your desire.
Longing was sleep with my hand on you.
Security and honesty a demand of yours.
I could never give less than all of both.
Your worries tore at us from the start.
Living in a dream I was so very lost.
Could not see how you were it all to me.
I cannot see past still wanting you.
You were wrong about me being wrong.
Me left knowing we are to be.
I wanted to kiss your lips and never quit.
A need you had to be never confined.
Mine was for your eyes to gaze into me.
Seen as the perfect couple your desire.
Longing was sleep with my hand on you.
Security and honesty a demand of yours.
I could never give less than all of both.
Your worries tore at us from the start.
Living in a dream I was so very lost.
Could not see how you were it all to me.
I cannot see past still wanting you.
You were wrong about me being wrong.
Me left knowing we are to be.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Tin Kits
I seldom have held on to something as long as her.
Once gone I lose interest in the flavor of their company, but not hers.
Warmth from her yearning as a greeting with a kiss to follow.
A taste of the edge of her mouth would rush want to my needs.
Moving past the past is what it is that I do in this life thus far.
Getting on without those who affected me in such a way to make change.
Now my nights I lay awake without listening to her cry at her joy and pain.
I bathe in want for her company the heat never enough to burn her out.
Her lips hold a spell for my heart that cannot shuffle past the times.
My hands reach for her still in the night of constant movement.
Dreams of her awaken me of the nights I would awaken her to longing.
I cannot help but want to push on yet my body will not forget nor my being.
Her way of capturing my everything and I have no fight for it back.
How many days can a man live without want for the return of his heart.
Once gone I lose interest in the flavor of their company, but not hers.
Warmth from her yearning as a greeting with a kiss to follow.
A taste of the edge of her mouth would rush want to my needs.
Moving past the past is what it is that I do in this life thus far.
Getting on without those who affected me in such a way to make change.
Now my nights I lay awake without listening to her cry at her joy and pain.
I bathe in want for her company the heat never enough to burn her out.
Her lips hold a spell for my heart that cannot shuffle past the times.
My hands reach for her still in the night of constant movement.
Dreams of her awaken me of the nights I would awaken her to longing.
I cannot help but want to push on yet my body will not forget nor my being.
Her way of capturing my everything and I have no fight for it back.
How many days can a man live without want for the return of his heart.
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