Les pensées lubriques en français by Darwin Blake

Pensées lubriques qu’ils remplissent mon esprit.
Ma tête elle pourrait exploser.
Mais repus sont mes désirs profonds.
Car bientôt mon amour est à la maison.
Mes souhaits seront accordées alors.
Tous mes désirs.
Lèvre mordue et le corps serrés.
Pour ce que j’ai en magasin.
Tout ce que mon prince de la prose.
Est-ce que vous me dites.
Pour tout ce que j’ai toujours voulu se tenait en face de moi.
Jambes tellement fine qu’elle me rend sauvage.
Seins si fermes au toucher.
Peau plus douce comme de la soie.
Et les lèvres d’où je boire.
Une forme si parfaitement présenté.
Un corps comme aucun autre.
Pour contempler vous est pour moi.
Un honneur vraiment méchant.
Ce sourire méchant.
Ces fossettes là.
Ce doigt qui exige.
Dans cette demeure sombre.
Votre souhait est mon commandement.
Je danserai sur votre corps.
Comme une centaine de mains.
Une douce caresse, un baiser ludique.
Pas un pouce devront s’en passer.
Et quand vous êtes presque à bout de souffle.
C’est alors que je vais commencer.
Je vais mettre le feu d’en bas.
C’est le désir ardent sombre.
Mes pensées lubriques et des plans minutieux.
Vont enfin se dérouler.
Un taquiner là.
À cet endroit.
Je vais regarder votre corps se serrer.
Et quand j’aurai fini, vous savez quelle est la prochaine.
La douche ne sera pas froid.

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This poem is the intellectual property of Darwin Blake, posted here with his permission. If you steal from him karma will comeback and bite you. The Lovers.

My sweet friend by Darwin Blake

Hello there my sweet release.
My confidant and friend.
Have I told you recently.
Of what you do to me?
Have I counted all the ways?
Added all the sums?
Told you how I care for you.
And how you’ve changed my world.
Said to me each day I wake.
Morning Darwin Dear!
And sometimes when I don’t reply.
Never do you fear.
Because you know that everyday.
Eventually I’ll call your name.
Never do you close me out.
Or forget that I’m here.
Sometimes i see your smile.
Shoogling across my screen.
Shaking all that good stuff.
Wish it was for me.
But of course it never is.
And why would it be so?
Thankful for our friendship.
I hope you never go.
I wish one day I’ll meet you.
Espresso and latte.
Chocolate cake and shortbread slice.
Maybe I will share.
But that’s just a pipedream.
But simply not fair.
Shared so much that to this day.
Remains between ourselves.
Nothing wrong with secrets.
But secrets shared can help.
So my friend.
I am so proud of what you have achieved. In life.
In love.
In all between.
You always will succeed.

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This poem is the intellectual property of Darwin Blake, posted here with his permission. If you steal from him karma will comeback and bite you. The Lovers.

Worry by Darwin Blake

When I awoke, and cleared my throat.
Stretched out long and yawned.
I squeezed my eyes so tightly shut.
That colours danced before them.
I know last night for you had been.
A fantasy, a fun filled dream.
Alone you went, in to the night.
To drink and dance and taste delights.
And as you did my mind did race.
Of decadence and your bit lip.
Replies to mine were short and cold.
I’m having fun! To me you told.
And that’s ok, to myself I lie.
It’s fine for you to have some fun.
I get it, let your hair down love.
But in my mind I see our kiss.
It’s not me against your lips.
Some lucky man from the night.
Is tasting you lips tonight.
I know it’s only in my mind.
I’m crazy, yes!
But love is blind.
It burns me deep within my heart.
My love so hot it never stops.
A passion fueled sweet romance.
And now I see you’ve sent a call.
I pick up…my heart it skips a beat.
I say “Hello.”
And sated are my thoughts of woe.

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Ache. By Darwin Blake

If I’m far away.
Another place.
Another day.
Working in a lonely world.
Waiting to be in your arms.
Phone calls are but such a tease.
Your silken voice away from me.
Those lips like silk.
Your skin so soft.
Of theses things I am robbed.
Falling softly in to sleep.
Happy smile and mind at peace.
Of theses things I am without.
When I am so distant.
Slumber stifled.
Half awake.
Restless body.
For you I ache.
Soon I shall return to you.
See your smile.
A tear or two.
Wipe them softly from your face.
Hold you tightly in my arms.
Thankful that I have returned.

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This poem is the intellectual property of Darwin Blake, posted here with his permission. If you steal from him karma will comeback and bite you. The Lovers.

Fingers… By Darwin Blake

My fingers ache, as does my soul.
Release the words from deep below.
Reveal my darkest deep desire.
Relish in the feeling while…
My heart it speaks of my sweet Muse.
My soul mate, friend and sometimes fool.
That special person with the power to,
Make me smile and lives my words.
Gives with kindness oft unheard.
Graces me on each fine day with purest love.
But back to pleasure, prose and joy.
Licking lips and screaming “Ohhhhhh!”
Softest touch against my flesh.
Fingers grip against the edge.
Toes do curl and feel that clench?
That’s the spot and soul is drenched.
My heart, my love is yours to quench.
And swiftly so do I return.
Dreaming daily of your arms.
How they hold me close at night.
Watching stars by candle light.
Pointing out the one that guides.
That’s the one! It shines so bright!
Yes it shines but dull compared.
To that light within your heart.

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This poem is the intellectual property of Darwin Blake, posted here with his permission. If you steal from him karma will comeback and bite you. The Lovers.

Sin by Darwin Blake

You.

Me.

A bag full of sin.

What lies within?

Who knows?

Dark delights.

Candle light.

Texture, taste and tassels?

Tales of darkness fill my mind.

Musky scent and moans of pleasure.

Tongue it slowly flicks across your silken lips.

A smile, a sound, a soft caress.

My body and patience you so test.

That sweet look and one of pain.

Oh my darling, I refrain.

Clenched so tight against my flesh.

Those kegel’s really work you know.

Gripping, biting, pinching too.

My body yours, and yours mine too.

I taste the pleasure, beg for pain.

Want your body, mind and more!

Want you lying on the floor.

Taste you walking up the stairs.

Pull you in and grab your hair.

Spear your heart with words so pure.

Dance upon the bathroom wall.

Feel the coolness of the tiles.

As your chest is pressed against.

As my sinful wicked tongue.

Does that thing that’s deemed so wrong.

As you gasp and grip yourself.

As my actions overwhelm.

Dancing lights behind your lids.

Tightly shut and from light hid.

Feeling, screaming, swearing at.

My delightfully decadent delicious act.

Fingers slip and tongue does slide.

Cunning linguist and bow-tied.

Nothing more and nothing less.

The light that shines against your dark.

The sunshine to your moon.

To bring you joy, such happiness.

To leave you wanton, begging please!

Let me drift on to my knees.

Let me take you, really please.

Pleasure you, return the sin.

Hear you scream and shake within.

Feel my flesh and taste the dew.

Sinful, wicked, wanton you.

This poem is the intellectual property of Darwin Blake, posted here with his permission.  If you steal from him karma will comeback and bite you. The Lovers.

Empty by Darwin Blake

Empty is my heart.
When you are far away.
Empty is my life.
Without you in each day.
Empty is my wallet.
When I dote on you.
Empty is my day.
When you say good bye.
Empty is my bed.
When you stay up late.
Empty is my shower.
When you’re not in it.
Empty are my words.
When not about you.
And empty is my soul.
Til I embrace you.
Though when I see your shining light.
It brings such fullness to my life.
Lights my fire with a spark.
Makes my words grow light from dark.
Lifts my mood and brings me joy.
Empty I shall be no more.

This poem is the intellectual property of Darwin Blake, posted here with his permission. If you steal from him karma will comeback and bite you. The Lovers.

Lips…. By Darwin Blake

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They sit there perfect on your face.
Curled so slightly, just to tease.
Ruby red like blinding jewels.
Parted when they feel the need.
Warm and full.
Always wanton.
But when I’m here.
Never waiting.
Sometimes bitten.
Not just by you.
Often when I’ve much to do.
Soft and skillful.
Playful lips.
Just a smile.
Does the trick.
When I kiss you.
Stars do shine.
I close my eyes.
I see you there.
That wicked.
Playful.
Pretty smile.
Those deep red lips.
That drive me wild.
The Kiss, it comes.
I can not wait.
To feel you close.
To taste you soon.
My lips do ache.
To be with yours.
( And soon The Kiss, it comes so soon.
Like the Flourish, will you swoon? )

This poem is the intellectual property of Darwin Blake, posted here with his permission.  If you steal from him karma will comeback and bite you. The Lovers.

Flame… By Darwin Blake

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Flame….. By Darwin Blake

By candle light, I see those curves.
Bathed in warmth and natural glow. Light it flickers over you.
Eyes so dark but lit by flame.
Moving closer, warmer still.
My heart aflame with wicked sin.
Your soul my sun, It burns for me.
Brightly so and full of fire.
When together, light it blinds.
The stars they shine.
The sun burns bright.
Brighter still in deepest night.
The burning flame that binds our love.
It’s bright and strong when were apart.
But when we join in special ways.
I scream aloud, oh my days!
I light the sky with your name.
My molten tones, those secret words.
Bring a flame to your eyes.
The wick is burning bright and long.
For in your arms my love belongs.
Phoenix comes and flourishes.
The burning light, it slightly dims.
But never out, it burns here still.
For in my heart it always will…

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Sun

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Sun by Darwin Blake

Burning bright.
You light the way.
Until dusk.
The end of day.
But soon return.
To shine my way.
The right path.
I see the way.
And sometimes bright.
I shield my eyes.
But never scared.
Your golden glow.
It warms my soul.
You never will grow cold.
You tan my skin.
Sometimes cause harm.
Help the flowers grow.
And when I’m gone.
You’ll still be there.
Shining bright.
Casting shadows.
Until the dawn my friend.

This poem is the intellectual property of Darwin Blake, posted here with his permission.  If you steal from him karma will comeback and bite you. The Lovers.

About you

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About you by Darwin Blake

You are funny and bright.
Always smiling.
Such soft and beautiful lips.
I love to kiss them.
Every time I see you.
Love your hugs and squeezes.
Your laugh is infectious and pleasing.
You shine like a beacon in my heart.
You dance in my mind when we are apart.
But when together.
Our smiles so wide.
You are my life.
The one who guides.
My heart.
My soul.
My life.
You are…
My shining light.

This poem is the intellectual property of Darwin Blake, posted here with his permission.  If you steal from him karma will comeback and bite you. The Lovers.

Him

Him by Darwin Blake

Standing there with darkness.
Holding all our lives.
The reaper grins with malice.
Waiting for the time.
With silent death.
He comes when called.
The hour glass sand diminished.
And swish it goes.
That scythe so sharp.
They say he never misses.
But does he have a gentle side?
Loves kittens I do hear.
In his black world of nothingness.
I wouldn’t be surprised.
His shadow long.
His ancient robes.
His fingers bone and skull behold.
A figure tall.
A grin so wide.
I’d hate to look.
Deep inside.
He has seen tragedy.
Death and murder.
From King to kin.
Friend or foe.
He’s impartial.
When he comes.
You will surely go.
To where though.
I don’t know.
A dark domain.
A happy place.
When I’m there.
I’ll let you know.
But til my time.
I will avoid.
That scary.
Fearsome.
Reaper Man.

This poem is the intellectual property of Darwin Blake, posted here with his permission.  If you steal from him karma will comeback and bite you. The Lovers.

Honour

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Honour by Darwin Blake

You stand in line.
Give it all.
Bitter words and fists are thrown.
Such evil looks.
You get each day.
Calm and cool.
They grind you down.
If you fight back.
Then you are the fiend.
Dictated on by high above.
You face each day not knowing when.
Their fists and knives and bullets come.
Get praise when great.
But not enough.
You deserve it all.
For what you do.
Protect us all.
From harm and hate.
But still nothing gained.
But still they hate.
Justice is blind.
Or so they say.
I’m sorry you fell.
On this dark day.

Read about what inspired Darwin’s poem: Fiona Bone And Nicola Hughes, Unarmed Female Police Officers, Killed In U.K.

This poem is the intellectual property of Darwin Blake, posted here with his permission.  If you steal from him karma will comeback and bite you. The Lovers.

Buttercup

Buttercup by Darwin Blake

So young but wise.
Power untold.
You show me the way.
Everyday.
Without you my place is dull.
Your back to me.
Nothing to say.
But still I smile.
I see you nod.
Always here.
Sometimes strange.
The looks you get.
But I always defend you.
That’s my way.
Never part from me.
To you this I plead.
Stay with me.
Every day.
Through times so good.
And dark, damp days.
I know you’ll be here.
As you wish.
Is what I say.
For me.
For you.
Always.

This poem is the intellectual property of Darwin Blake, posted here with his permission.  If you steal from him karma will comeback and bite you. The Lovers.

Video: Darwin Blake’s Hunger

Our wonderful poet provided me with the opportunity to make a video production of his poem “Hunger.” I hope you all enjoy my interpretation of Darwin Blake’s sensual poem. Song by The Black Keys: Thickfreakness.

Hunger.
Deep inside.
I feel it grow.
My hunger comes.
For this I know.
The knot is tight.
The tension builds.
I burn so deep.
My need takes hold.
Insides grip tight.
My one delight.
Will I flourish?
With you.
Tonight.
Will the stars come out to play?
Turn night skies to day?
Bring such wonder.
Colour.
Shape.
Soon to release.
I feel it near.
My ecstasy is coming.
Near.
And as it comes.
I feel release.
Breathing.
Panting.
Gritted teeth.
Hunger gone.
But just for now.
For soon I hear.
The growl…

This poem is the intellectual property of Darwin Blake, posted here with his permission.  If you steal from him karma will comeback and bite you. The Lovers.

Clock

Clock by Darwin Blake

The clock it ticks.
Til soon its time.
For what you ask?
Now that won’t rhyme.
I’m counting down.
The days and minutes.
Til I see your face.
Your smile.
Til your with me.
My heart it beats to that clock.
It’s beating hard.
It never stops.
And when we meet.
Faster still.
My love for you.
Is no disaster.
Quickly now.
Our time is near.
Our embrace so swift.
So fleeting.
But when I’m there.
The clock it stops.
It doesn’t tick.
Nor does it tock.
But still my heart.
It beats so strong.
Because your love.
For me.
Like time.
Is endless.
I cannons through the dark.
It slides between the night and day.
It will never go astray.
And like me too.
This ticking clock.
My love will never fade away.

This poem is the intellectual property of Darwin Blake, posted here with his permission.  If you steal from him karma will comeback and bite you. The Lovers.