Forbidden Fruit............

              Forbidden Fruit.............

The taste of temptation, to her, tastes sweet
As the forbidden fruit becomes her treat
Passion, desire, and maybe love
Is all her eyes are set on as she looks above

She looks to the stars as they shine in the night
While reality lays out of sight
The smell of lust, the taste of desire
Becomes her drive as she walks through the fire

The flames of passion nipping at her heels
As her mind begs her heart to appeal
Her heart overrides her head in a moment of bliss
As she allows human nature it's soulkiss

Her teeth sink into the soft flesh of the juicy fruit
Her quest for fulfillment in full pursuit
The juice of the sweet nectar slides down her chin
As judgement is passed on her sin

She feels the moment as it quickly slips away
Her punishment leaving her in dismay
The fruit dissolves in her hand as it becomes dust
Which is blown away in a windy gust

She stands alone not sure what to do
While Zeus deftly executes his coup
But as she turns to take her leave
With not a prayer and nothing left to believe

She turns back around as the smell fills the air
And sees the lone fruit that the tree again has bared
All thoughts of the moment that has just passed
Fleetingly and expeditiously have all but been cast

In the shadows of the night she holds out her hand
And reaches for the fruit as she takes her stand
For she longs for the moment that life gives her her due
And passion, desire, and yes love, become true

No regrets for her losses, no regrets for her pain
As she takes the journey with everything to gain
Misty Jewell 1/8/07

Night Release

 

 

As she stands in the doorway of her empty room
His presence fills her sense of gloom
Thoughts of his love a thousand miles away
Warms her heart in abundant display

The nights are filled with vivid dreams
Ensconced with colors floating on moonbeams
All the reds, purples, and blues
The colors of passion in all hues

She lies in wait for his velvet touch
His hands, his fingers, she loves so much
He molds her silky flesh within his hands
Her body responding giving over to his demands

Oceans of blue could not stand between
This night, this moment, all unseen
Every sense awakened and now fills her soul
As his love bounds in and takes control

He takes her completely without restraint
Case in point and without complaint
He rides her, drills her in full flaming desire
Letting the distance between them fuel their fire

Their bodies rock and pound hard and deep
A mass of heated flesh in a sex tangled heap
Their shadows flicker as the night overtakes
Feeling the earth tremble and quake

Flesh against flesh, skin on skin
Deep passion and fire within
Relentless in pursuit of their ulimate goal
Making them happy, making them whole

As their release makes the night fill with sound
Sighs and moans that are quite profound
She cries out hard in the night as her juice begins to flow
As he, too, hits his zenith and his plateau

Their naked bodies quivering in the wake of release
Full of love and full of peace
Their shallow breathing subsides to a single deep breath
The night beginning it's rise to it's death

As the sunlight breaks the black
And reality sets in with his attack
She opens her eyes to an empty room
Ready for the night again to steal the gloom.
Misty Jewell 2/26/07

The Witching Hour.......

The Witching Hour

When all else fails in the "witching" hour of night,

Full of grace and sex in the pale moonlight,

She rides in on her electric broom

To fulfill the fantasies that crowd the room.

Slithering up next to him, she hears his plea

Whispering his recognizance in her grim majesty

He thrills her, drills her, quells her desire

She fuels and quenches his passion and fire

As the clock ticks away it minutes and hours

The moonlight brings in rays of the sun's morning showers

Misty Jewell 9/21/06

Letter to a Lover

Letter to a Lover

My Dearest Love,

I awoke to the sound of nothing, but yet all I could hear was the soft lilt of your voice, and the steady beat of your heart. Your drumming heartbeats drill life into this lifeless corpse of a shell when you are not with me. I am quickly learning that sleep does not quite find me in the blackest of the night in such an empty and cold bed. I get up to look down on a city, dark, quiet, and serene; the multitudes asleep and full of dreams as the twinkling stars shine down and bless their slumber. I, my love, can’t seem to quite figure out the message that the glittering night sky is sending me, for all I see is you. The stars are your eyes; the moon, your beautiful smile; and the wind, your free-flowing spirit. My dearest, you must understand how my tortured soul cries out for you in the night, and the longing that fills my body.  My dreams are elusive, as the vision of you turns hollow and motionless. My eyes jolt awake only to find in reality what my dreams have already brought to light.  I sigh heavily for I miss you so. Every part of my body aches for you, and it needs your angelic touches to ease its’ pain. This is my nightly desire.

You, my love, are the sun, the moon, the stars, and the entire heavens rolled into one. I live to see the beauty of you. You are my purpose in this mortal life, and I will die knowing you are part of my heavenly design as well. Our souls are forged together by Excalibur itself. Blessed by the Gods and tempered by the Goddesses. We rage together when we take on the world side by side. We blaze the fiery trail of love with our passion, desire, and a lover’s intent. Without you, I am half a person, and only when your hand is resting in mine will I be whole.

Well my love, the bell tower just struck thrice, and my visions of you are strong and vivid. I must take my leave of the stars and the city and turn my tearful eyes away from a dream, the dream of you. It is my body that cries out in the night for sleep for my mind races and never rests in the hollowness of your absence. I turn to look at my lifeless bed, and as I crawl between the flaxen sheets, my body turns as cold as they, and I become a cold-blooded creature of the night, which waits the dawn, ready for the warmth of the sun and a chance to love you once again, in all our passion, desire, and glory, but for now, I close my eyes and reach out to a darkened dream, and if fate is kind, I will find you there waiting on gossamer wings.

With all my heart, soul, mind, body, and spirit,

Your Eternal Lover