My lover

My lover, you left my body with a sweet kiss at my car, holding me in rapture until your fingertips press upon me like spellbound lyrics.  My hips spin rhythmically in figure eights liquid on your strong sweet thighs.  You alone electrify me.  You're needle engraves me with a signature of heat and fluid.  My lover, not my love.. You are the world to me in this moment.

My bumble bee ride

Today was not just another ordinary day.
A day where hours felt like moments and moments lasted a lifetime.
Today should have been a troubled day.
Instead the bumble bee took me in little bits off the stamen
Rolled and bounced me through the sky to gently offer me to a swollen pistil.

Pleasure filled senses
Replacing forced solitude.
Today could have been such a different kind of day
If I had chosen the butterfly.

Lust

Seems like it's nuthin' but trouble.
Euphoria gets ya singing "Should I Stay Or Should I Go"
In the moment, feels right like the other team's fumble
You just watch them cheer and take it like a pro.

•Got me feeling out of control
But i like it all the same

•I find it so tempting, my senses,
Independently i'm in control
Cuz you've got me so naked, I'm achin'
And i'm feeling something sensual

Phonejaxx ft Cosi Costi

•You know you got me burning up, baby

•You're always closing your door
Well that only makes me want you more
And day and night I cry for your love
But you're still not convinced that that is enough
To justify my wanting you
Now tell me what you want me to do
I'm not blind and I know
That you want to want me but you can't let go
Come on, let go, oh

Madonna

•Baby I've got the shovel, and I know that you've got the dirt, so c'mon, honey, let's get together and let's get down to work.

John Spencer Blues Explosion

•You make sick
I want you and I'm hatin' it
Got me lit like a candlestick
Get too hot when you touch the tip
I'm feeling it I gotta get a grip on this
Driving me crazy baby don't you quit
Can't get enought of it

Pink

Cool if your offense is game-tight. Trouble...unless you wanna pay double....

Pleasure in words

February 5, 2006 - Sunday


Poetic masturbation
Current mood: aroused

My poet teases my passions with erotic lips,
And the esquire pleads my worth to jurored courts.
Consultants map my desires into neatly bound portfolios,
As my nurse tends to the missing caresses.
The musician strokes me with fine tuned fingers,
While my savant essays my sensations.

But my artist ignites my sensuality with his penetration
I offer my sweet elixir for your consumption
A pleasure transmutative, your body and mine.
You recreate and relegate my virginity
In your pigments you find my arousals and paint my passions
You eliminate my imperfections and draw out my desires

My readers may explicate this written masturbation
Absorbing my sexual fantasy in imagination
And fly over my body with carnal wings
To gnaw on my soft aroused skin.
Develop your urge with a well-versed tongue
And lick up the drippings of my coveting desire.

Nichole Portia Leigh

The Rouse

Pleasure on the rise
Dionysious' pride
He's loving me uncontrollably
It's the softer side
Of prodded rage growing wild
Try and run and hide
Silly child this ain't no game
It'll only multiply and divide
Words like serendipity and rapture collide
Moments swept away in a pied piper tease
Wake violently to approach
Working in rythm and stride

~Nichole Leigh 10/2007

Attraction

January 10, 2008 - Thursday


Attraction
Instant and effortless
Dopamine dictates. I have no choice
It's not temptation
It's too late. I tasted. Not ice cream this time
I feel it as my mind tries to wrap itself around and calm
Pleasure's scent intoxicates will power

Attraction
Senses alive
School girl thoughts dance anxiously
Seducing libido into love-making
Until sweat and pleasure's oil intertwine
I'll sleep in passion's electric blanket
And recover body then mind
Return into pragmatic bachelor-ette
Control that waits patiently
To take the wheel again and drive.....

He's learning that not everything pleasurable and fulfilling is love

October 14, 2007 - Sunday
Learning that not everything pleasurable and fulfilling is love

I am not in love with you.
I am your fantasy
I take my cues from your desires
Don't fear my love,
I will never be more than you can handle.

I will fulfill your curiosities
Pure hedonism in its highest form.
But please don't run my love
You created me, you alone guide me
The mind
Controls me
Not the heart,
So you need not worry I will bring you pain or fear.

Like the novel that carried you to exotic lands
Or the film that drew you to weep tears of joy
I'm there for you
Until the lights come up and bindings close around the final page.

But I will linger in your soul
Until desire draws you to the sequel my love.
Created by the mind, but resting lovingly in the heart.
I will not bring discontent when our story ends

Here: Deep Poetic

Not a glutton so I know when I don't need anymore
None of that.
I'm good, I got it all inside.
Creativity is the fire
Dose on that all night
With a fever of ninety-nine degrees on my wall
And oiled brushes staining canvas like lovers' sheets
Method is my style
Control cock blocks my flow
And I'm intent on getting what's mine

Hanging on is a means to an end
Activates self-destruction
Go-on. Turn a blind eye
Only thing I'm gonna leave is:
'Wondering why'
I know it hurts them
To see me in this state
Where chaos and order make love day and night
In Exodus they all excuse themselves
Cutting losses
Taking comfort in hindsight

There's paradox in tragedy
They bathe in blood sweat and tears cuz I'm
Succeeding in pushing every last one outta my life.
Take the left AND the right just leave without a fight.
Some of em try and stay.
Weathering sub-tropic storms
That surround my life
Rewarded pain as a prize when they come along for the ride
I paint Gilligan's Island for 'em
Start dolling out refunds in no time

Hanging on is a means to an end
Activates self-destruction
Go-on. Turn a blind eye
Only thing I leave you is
Wondering why
I know it hurts
To see me in this state
Where chaos and order make love day and night
So follow as
They all excuse themselves
Cutting losses
Taking comfort in hindsight

But you.
You are still here.
Long after the linseed and oil have dried
And I used all the ashes to texturize
Beauty from the fury that destroyed
Without subsitance to keep itself alive.
Here. Reading braille when I'm blind.
You let me struggle, fail and compliment my life
Making love in copulas that bind
Got me wanting to stick around
Maybe, this time