tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61418932404834956372024-02-20T13:28:46.067-08:00reversalofdespairInversion de Desesperacion
This blog is full of surrendering,
to letting go and feeling, allow
yourself to be taking out of yourself.Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01013809806225482007noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141893240483495637.post-58568052420005638582008-09-06T10:31:00.000-07:002008-09-06T10:54:10.074-07:00Late Afternoon<em>In late afternoon she swoons upon the little purple</em><br /><br /><br />She comes to me in late afternoon<br />scrubbed and clean<br />her face and hair moist like a flower<br />kissed by dew<br /><br />I drape her in ivory<br />she becomes a curtain swaying<br />to the touch of my rod<br /><br />threaded to silken despair<br />she falls to her kness<br />her face lost between my thighs<br /><br />as the sky puts on her purple robe<br />my own desdemona slips<br />to the floor<br /><br />spent and trembling<br />between my leather-sheathed legs<br />her collar tinkles<br /><br />as I spill upon her flesh<br />all my<br />amor<br /><br /><br /><br />Maria<br /><br /><br />Hola, darlings.Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01013809806225482007noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141893240483495637.post-52067658644670023652008-06-17T19:01:00.000-07:002008-06-18T17:30:23.877-07:00Evening<p><em><span style="font-family:arial;"> Infinite water ...</span></em></p><span style="font-family:arial;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em><strong>~I</strong></em> want to fill her with every wicked thought that ever<br />crossed my mind. Trap her face in my hands and allow<br />her to drink this breath of desire, that moves from<br />fire lust to the sublime water drops she thirsts for.<br />Beneath me on the hardwood floor she writhes in<br />pleasure kissed with pain. My tongue inside my<br />lover's mouth, strokes her tongue slowly and full,<br />cherishing her like a priceless pendant I loop my<br />tongue around every inch of her and echo the restless<br />beach lapping outside this white-washed house. My<br />body absorbing this flawed, submissive woman shivering<br />along my impatient intention.<br /><br /><br /><em>inside her sea shell </em><br /><em>my hands tease her to shiver</em><br /><em>drowning her will</em><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><em><strong>Maria</strong></em></span></span>Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01013809806225482007noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141893240483495637.post-57249803136650858742008-06-11T18:19:00.000-07:002008-06-14T19:36:33.076-07:00Night<span style="font-family:arial;"><em>In my going out all together, like a candle. Alice</em><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><em>~T</em></strong>he rain escapes through the window pelting<br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">her. The sheer curtains are sighing across her<br />nude body like a chancellor choir. Her long braid<br />is looped around her left ankle, tilting her head<br />back, forcing her throat to become an offering.<br />The steady song of the rain and its slim slap<br />against her skin soften Ariana into a trance,<br />her lips parting to the beat of the elements...</span><br /></span><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>inside</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>the rain enters</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial;"><em>softly</em></span></p><p> </p><p></p><p><em><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></em></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><em>~ T</em></strong>he candles flicker out and her Mistress'<br />gloved hands simmer along her limbs in love<br />and pride, she kneads Ariana's buttocks,<br />slightly rougher with each touch. Ariana shivers<br />as Mistress' cool cape floats across her flesh.<br />At last Mistress' warm mouth is upon the heart<br />of Ariana's throat and she trembles into the<br />long body of the night...<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><em>her smaller heart</em></p><p><em>pulsing like gypsy blood</em></p><p><em>overflowing<br /></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Maria</span></strong></em></p>Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01013809806225482007noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141893240483495637.post-50814269972590155202008-06-07T14:56:00.000-07:002008-06-08T21:26:10.732-07:00Afternoon<span style="font-family:arial;">There is the beauty of strength broken by strength and still strong. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">A.J.M. Smith<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><em>~ I</em></strong> brush her hair, listen as she purrs into the silent room.<br />Slow, easy strokes accented by my lips on her ears, scalp<br />and forehead. I give her instructions for her our next<br />meeting, the terrible, wild thing she will do, while she sits<br />in the lecture auditorium her eyes on me. For now,</span> my love<br /><span style="font-family:arial;">is nude and collared, on her hands and knees collecting<br />gems I've scattered across our suite. I come up behind<br />her, my leg encased in thigh-high leather boots firmly<br />between her thighs, the sight of her vulnerable like this<br />makes me fear what I will do next...<br /><br /><br />in this private place<br />lanced through with the scent of lust<br />I devour your need<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><em><strong>Maria</strong></em></span></span>Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01013809806225482007noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141893240483495637.post-65212818673868788202008-06-03T11:05:00.000-07:002008-06-08T21:26:46.488-07:00Morning<p><span style="font-family:arial;">Her coral revolver's mouth drawing me like a gleaming well. Peret</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;">............................................................................................</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></p><p><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><em>~ S</em></strong>he shivers into me. Her lips are here and there too.<br />Along the rim of my cup this lover sips my sweet tea.<br />And I keep her, held like this, for a forthnight of prayer.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I shall be the first to hear her poems. Her small mouth is<br />valiant. On her knees she's a princess searching for a </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">lost kingdom, blindfolded, her wrists gently tied with the<br />same slice of antique lace covering her luminous eyes.<br /><br /></p><p></span><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></p><p><em><span style="font-family:arial;">the night frames</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family:arial;">her face lost in my linen hair</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family:arial;">blindness</span></em></p><p><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"><em><strong>Maria</strong></em></span></p>Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01013809806225482007noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141893240483495637.post-76157230858907220222008-06-02T06:38:00.002-07:002008-09-07T17:23:44.856-07:00Fallen Night<p><em>A woman every night journeys secretly...</em></p><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span>............................................................................................<br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><strong><em>~ B</em></strong>eneath my touch, her legs are tapered candles and<br />feathers, glowing and fluttering. Long delicate candles<br />alight as my hand taps the small ruby heart inside her </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">velvet-lined beauty. Only her hips are allowed to move,<br />her upper body is as still as the quiet ocean is tonight.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">My lover's breathing is echoes a harp,and one slim<br />arm slips gently off the bed. She has come often and<br />is feeling faint, <em>a shimmering</em> <em>mermaid</em>, diamond-</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">like tears appear and my hand remains inside her<br />trembling beauty. She holds me. I continue to control<br />her hips until who she is, is another existence and her<br />face is exquisite as she orgasms, her emerald eyes</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">opening and closing, the black lashes kissing her cheeks.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><em>I wash over her</em><br /><em>a merciless ocean in love with the obsessional waves</em><br /><em>drowning us both<br /></em><br /><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"><em>Maria</em></span>Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01013809806225482007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141893240483495637.post-76001832720560151222008-05-27T15:36:00.000-07:002008-06-08T21:28:34.484-07:00Afternoon<p><span style="font-family:arial;">What Can I Tell My Bones, Theodore Roethke</span></p><p>My love is a wound.</p><p><span style="font-family:arial;">....................................................................................</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Tuesday</strong><br /><br /><br /><em><strong>S</strong></em>he is a part of me now, a part I'd thought<br />was lost. I cherish her in the moon's glow,<br />nude and vulnerable to my alarming desires.<br />Slow as a lazy sailboat, I bind her gently but<br />firmly, in the intricate fashion learned in<br />Japan. Her sudden inhale of breath and soft<br />moaning compromise my equilibrium.<br />I hope to never finish, for in my mind each<br />piece of rope is an extension of myself.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><br /><em>the softest lash<br />draws her further into me<br />my breath halts</em></span></p><p><em><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;">Maria</span></em></p>Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01013809806225482007noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141893240483495637.post-50584038360790622332008-05-26T07:29:00.000-07:002008-06-08T21:29:07.430-07:00Dawn<span style="font-family:arial;">Ulalame, Edgar Allen Poe</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">She rolls through an ether of sighs</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">She revels in a region of sighs</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">In agony sobbed, letting sink her plumes</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">till they trailed in the dust -</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">..................................................................................</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Monday<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><strong><em>T</em></strong>here is something about her that is intangible,<br />she is so inherently passive, at times I feel as if to<br />be a heavy wind and she a sunflower, her face open</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">and needing, she doesn't even notice that this wind<br />swirling about, whipping her thin stems, wants her<br />irreconcilably denuded ...<br /><br /><br /><em>dream dear for my love</em><br /><em>for I will make a slave of you</em><br /><em>fill your pores with desire</em><br /><br /></span><br /><em></em><br /><em><span style="color:#6600cc;">Maria</span></em>Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01013809806225482007noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141893240483495637.post-24703981548387130832008-05-25T12:15:00.000-07:002008-06-08T21:29:48.886-07:00Noon<span style="font-family:arial;">Universe - Solitude, Samuel Beckett</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">It is the breath...joining our lips</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">And it is the caress the fresh caress</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">To scour the frail seas of thy shame</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">To fashion them in gloom</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">It is the mirrors of jasmine</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The problem of calm.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">.........................................................................................................</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Sunday<br /></strong><br /><br />Her arms were dusty and I felt the urge to have her<br />lie down across a small city of pillows and make dusty<br />angels, her arms going up and down, her legs slow scissors<br />slicing across the crisp linen sheets, her limbs grew very </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">tired but I wouldn't let her stop until she cried for me, and </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">she did, the softest cry, her limbs fluttering a pathetic <em>help.</em></span><br /><br /><p><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>pretty butterfly</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>trapped in my lilac-scented web </em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>self-will lost</em></span></p><p><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"><em>Maria</em></span></p><p><em><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span></em></p>Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01013809806225482007noreply@blogger.com2