Love!....Is that all I truely crave?
To feel your arms around me,
your breath hot upon my neck!

Does my need for love, and sex
excite you? Or only make you wonder?
Am I real? Or am I just a dream?

Do I make you want me?
Do I really care!

When the need arises,
Take me, make me,
Do with me as you please!

Make me cry with passion!
Make me cry with delite!
Set me free, from longing,
I need completeness,
through the night!

Whoa, that's intense. I certainly know what I'll be thinking about for the next ten minutes.

Thankyou,and have fun!

Gaze into my eyes,
Your arms around my waist
Kiss me long and tenderly
Do you love the taste?

Soft yet firm,
Supple but hard
Caress my longing body'
You need not call my name!

Fire and love
Both burn and yet,
Will you chance the Flame?

Passion and Desire
All intwined as one,
Gaze into my eyes again,
The journeys just begun!

The Chronicles of Sticks

Beautiful words Dez

Thankyou

Very nicely done Dezi! It makes me wish to post here again!

You honor me, Lisnpuppy!

My body moves in rythm
like waves upon the sea,
Hips sway,legs moves,
nails dig and scratch.

The music of love
surrounds us,
My breath is hard
to catch.

Desire arises and
it falls,
Tongues like liquid flow.
Bodies intertwined like one
Passion ebbs and flows.

Senses scream and beg
for more,
Feeling melts,eyes roll back,
Souls combine, sound fills
the air,
as we open up the door.

The Chronicles of Sticks

Wonderful Dezi. You almost take me there with you. Very beautiful writing!

Took the words right outta my mouth.

You humble me with your comment!

The candle light casts
shadows, upon your
sleeping form.

Passion left unbridled
makes me yearn for more

Slowly do I cross the room
and gaze upon your face,
hearts that beat as one
left a pleasant taste.

Tenderly does my hand
caress your warm and
supple skin,

I lean down to kiss
you,
Yes, it's time again!

The Chronicles of Sticks

I lay awake, and sated
my thirst for passion
gone,
Sweat like raindrops
glisten,
My urgency and need
we're long

Feeling lite and happy,
A smile on my face
does cross,
Slowly does my hand
go lower,
But what will pleasure
cost?

I close my eyes and
drift,
A vision of your body
does invade,
The itch arises in me
again,
The devil, must be paid!

The Chronicle of Sticks

Amazes me each time love

Desire and temptation
for me, walk hand
in hand

Life and ages now
and gone,
My soul has searched
the land

Love and sex,
make the search
go on,
But can I be the
only one?

Take my hand,
show me a sign
Eons and centuries,
Have I traversed
time!

The Chronicles of Sticks

WOW , good poems . i like what i read

Thankyou Marked One, I write for not only my pleasure,but for others as well!

I feel your gaze
upon me,
I close my eyes
and sigh

The hours we've spent
as one,
Have left my skin
ashine

Peak and release have
not tamed me,
I'm still aroused to say
the least

My spirit cries for
enslavement,
I feel the calling of
the beast

Put you arms around
me,
Kiss my neck and kiss
my cheek
Take me to the stars
again,
My love for you is
deep!

The Chronicles of Sticks

I feel your lips
upon mine,
Our tongues fight
for superiority,
they joust and
intertwine

Passion like fire
makes them as
alive,
They move,they sway,
they dance and do
perspire.

Our kiss brings forth
emotion,arousal,and
desire.

Your lips upon
mine,
make me burn like
fire,
Sweet of taste,emotional
bliss,
to these we do
aspire

Kiss me long and
hard my love,
you peak my hearts
desire!

The Chronicles of Sticks

You're actually getting very good at this.

Thankyou

Ecstacy,excitement,momentum
and pure joy,
use my body as
you like,
Make of me your
toy!

Hold me,then release
me,
Turn me round and
down
Push me to the
limit,
My senses have no
bounds!

Spank me once, or
spank me twice,
or three times if,
your sure
Will I beg for
mercy?
Or loudly scream
for more!

I am the enigma,
My spirit does
reflect,
Submissive for you
one time,
An animal the
next!

Can you tame
my hunger?
Or do I your
emotions vex?

The Chronicles of Sticks

I sit here in
the darkness,
behind my closed
bedroom door

Tears like blood
flow freely,
and splash upon
the floor

I am torn between
my lovers,
my heart breaks,
and it rends

Misery,and turmoil
into my life,,
I send

I only want to
love you,
to hold you close
to me

Yet events beyond my
simple grasp,
Have dropped me to
my knees!

I pull my hair,
and beat the
floor
And cry to ease
the grief


You've crushed my
heart
and broken it,
and brought me
disbelief!

The Chronicle of Sticks

The lash it cut
me cruely,
The lash it stung
and burned

The lash it cut, into
my flesh,
I screamed out
loudly and squirmed!

The lash it cut
my flesh,
The lash it cut
to the bone,

The lash of your
cruel words upon
me,
has left me hurt
and alone.

The lash cut deep
into my heart,
it bled into my
soul

The lash of words
uncaring,
has hurt me more
than you'll ever
know!

The Chronicles of Sticks

I wonder why things
came about,
You listened to another
and gave me doubt

The answer was yours
at no cost,
it would have saved us
both great loss.

The truth I told
my body real,
No deceit did I
conceil

Blinded, were you by
lies and con,
I could have been
your only one!

But not a chance
did I receive,
tossed aside like
much debris

The daughter am I
born bright and true
But took the time
to find out?
No!, not you!

The Chronicles of Sticks

I wonder why things
came about,
Yoy listened to another
and gave me doubt

The answer was yours
at no cost,
it would have saved us
both great loss.

The truth I told
my body real,
No deceit did I
conceil

Blinded, were you by
lies and con,
I could have been
your only one!

But not a chance
did I receive,
tossed aside like
much debris

The daughter am I
born bright and true
But took the time
to find out?
No!, not you!

The Chronicles of Sticks

Wow

Did you write all these? These are beautiful writings. I LOVE IT and I'm not really a poetic kind of person.

Yes,these are my poems. Thankyou for the compliment

The fog of despairity,
has crept into my
heart
Why was I judged?
Why was I caned?
Why were the tender
words between us,
looked upon with disdain?

The shroud of love
has fallen,
it lay here at my
feet,
My heart and soul
you did render,
my spirit, did you defeat!

But as the sun arises,
so does my spirit
fly,
To soar above the
jealousy, the pain
and the lie!

I am strong,
and again take up
my role,
you cannot kill my spirit,
my heart, nor my soul!

Eons of life,
lived for love,
Yes!, my power
grows!

I stand with head
held firmly,
my body hard like
steel,
My love,my kisses,
and my heart,
never again, will
you feel!

The Chronicles of Sticks

Ah, dezi, dear heart. I can no longer see the monitor through the tears.

Dez may I?


When people fail to see you clearly

It's often not you at fought, but merely

their own defective perspective

In which they see in you a Mirror

Which magnifies their lack much clearer

then any persona of Dezdimona.

@ Chesto: thankyou my Babae, a tear for me and my humble words is an honor indeed!

@ Myrmaad: Thankyou,I love deep and wholey, and when I fall, I fall hard. Your kind words bring happiness to me. others see often what I cannot, and thru them I learn and grow!

nice poems dez. and that's comming from a guy who like poems like this...

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-
This it is, and nothing more."



Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door;-
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"-
Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-
'Tis the wind and nothing more."



Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed
he;But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore-
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door-
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered-
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown before-
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."



Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore-
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never- nevermore'."

But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!



Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."



"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!- prophet still, if bird or devil!-
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-
On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore-
Is there- is there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."


"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil- prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore-
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting-
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted- nevermore!

'the raven' by edgar allan poe
yes i like the darker stuff

You picked one of my favorites!

I stand upon the
wind swept shore,
The air, the spray,
the quiet,the peace,
soothe my soul
and more

The scrub fights for
a foothold,
the hawk seeks out
its food,
the grass sways to
the winds musings,
the sight it alters
my mood!

The sound of the
waves,
the cry of the
gulls,
carries me to a
place I love so
well

Safe am I and
so secure,
this place of mine
holds great allure

I am one with
the world,
with nature and
more,
and from my place
upon the rocks,
does my spirit soar....

The Chronicles of Sticks

Bind me to the
bed post,
Bind me hand
and foot

Bind my heart
and my love,
let us never part!

Bind me with
unbridled passion,
bind me with
velvet rope

Bind all my
senses with your
presence,
make it hard
to cope

Tease me over
and over,
make me beg
and scream

Kiss my longing
body,
is this just
a dream?

I struggle to
get at you,
to feel you
deep inside

How I thrash,
how I moan,
to hell with foolish
pride!

How I writhe,
and how I squirm,
and how I ask
and plead

To feel your
hands upon me,
to sate my desire
and need

Bind me to
the bed post,
Bind me hard
and fast,
Take me to
another place,
I am yours,
at last!!!

The Chronicles of Sticks

Simply exquisite, beautiful poems dez. Im not much the poet anymore so I cant come up with anything right.

thankyou,your enjoyment of my writing is reward enough for me!

The night sky is
starry,
full of promise
and love,
Devotion and yearning
cascade from above.

My senses awaken
like petals on a
flower,
thinking of you,
the feeling of
your power

The night air
is crisp,
a slight chill does
it bring

Our voices were
united,
our hearts they
did sing

Touches and caresses
lips and hot
tongues,
explored many places
released tensions and
we sung

Words whispered in
passion,
words of desire,
my body ached and
writhed,
my soul was
afire

Take me completely,
make me your
own,
Love me forever,
I kneel at your
throne

I am seductive,
possessive and
more,
treat me as your
lover,your mistress
your whore

Consume me with
eagerness,
climb to the
peak,
release and satisfaction,
is what I do
seek!

The Chronicles of Sticks

Beautiful poetry!

I like your sticks.

Thankyou both!

A poem for thee, my silver tongued wench,
For a thirst in me thou does quench.

Those peasants gaze at thee with admiration,
Though for me thou art a muse of inspiration.
Their compliments thou should not seek,
For see how uninspired they all speak.

All uninspired, all but one,
Myrmaad, a poem she had done.
short, simple and bound,
Myrmaad's is the onlyone found.

Now I shall cease this ranting and slander,
For thou shall have my attention with no banter.
Thou with silken lips and silver tongue,
In thine name songs shall be sung.

Here thou gets quite some renown,
To other lass's dispare,
Let thine name be well-known,
And the winds shall whisper...


....DEZDIMONA....




J'Roín

indeed I am honored!

I walk the
floor,
I stare at
the door,
Wondering,do you
love her more?

Does she make
you happy?
Set your heart
alight?

Is she better
in bed?
Does she make
you squeal with
delight?

Does her touch
fulfill you?
Are you with
her tonight?

Does she taste
of sweetness?
oh,the nectar
of love!

Does her ability
to please you,
make you rock
and quake?
Have you forsaken
me?
left me in your wake?

Does my body
not please you?
does it not
tremble at your
touch?

Was I just a
conquest?
Did I love to
much?

I pace the
floor,
stare at the
wall,
Am I a thing
of the past?
Or am I nothing
to you...at all?

The Chronicles of Sticks

oh no, what can this betoken?

As beautiful as this poem as, I am glad I have never experienced it.

What is it you
seek?
Is it the heat
of our passion
that leaves us
so weak?

Why do I crave
you?
Why do I
smile?

Why does the
thought of you
inside me,
drive me so
wild?

Kissing and touching
thigh to thigh,
peaks and valleys
for you to
climb

Words of endearment
ring in my
ears,
Passions explode and
quell all my
fears

Excess and ecstacy
fill me with
flame,
are you emblazoned
when I scream out
your name?

I scratch and
I bite,
I moan and do
cry

Now you can tell
me any old
lie!

The taste and the
tang,
do fill a precious
need,
take me again and
fulfill my desperate
greed!

The Chronicles of Sticks

Am I so truely
hard to see?
Do your eyes
betray?

Do my looks make
you timid?
Find the words hard
to say.

Do you take me
to bed nightly?
Caress me in
your dreams?

Do you fantasize
being inside me,
and revelling in
my screams?

Do you wonder how
I feel, my taste,
my touch,my kiss?

Can you picture us
together, in happiness
and bliss?

Do you see me
in your thoughts?
Do I fill up your
spare time?

Do you want
to hear me say,
"I love you",
and that you
are mine?

Am I so truely
hard to see?
Do your eyes
betray,
Am I so unobtainable,
why do you
stay away?

The Chronicles of Sticks

Beautiful

Thankyou!

wow Dezi your good, if only I had 1/10 your skill I'd be one happy poet.
Regardless I've always thought an artist should display their work for better or worse so here I go.

-> all systems on.

Ribbons

Multi-colored glitters in her hair,
fluttering wildly in the sweet-sweet air.

Flashing brightly into the deep red sun,
coursing lightly in the sky.

Wrapping in around her in gentle grace,
not a one out of place.

Moving in silently,
reflecting in the air the love they shared.

I wrote this poem a few years ago before I stopped writing poetry due to various life problems I was having.
It's not the only poem I wrote though.
- Raz

thankyou for the compliment.
Your work shows great promise.I write from my heart,what I feel at the time or to help me deal with emotions.
keep at it you have a very descriptive way with words!