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the madness of desire

.….you should stop being so carnal, and learn to say no to men.  ~  Adelaja

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animal anxiety ardour

benefits bitch bitterness

carnal courtesan covet

desire discontent distrust

eagerness ecstacy excitement

feelings fervour fuck

grope grasp grudge

harlot heat hussy

indignation insanity intensity

jaundiced jealousy tight jeans

karma kept kindness

libido love lust

madness mania mistrust

nonsensical nymphet nymphomaniac

obscene orgasmic outrage

paroxysm passion pleasure

rancour risqué romantic

screw sexuality shag slut

tart tolerance tramp

umbrage unhappiness urban-survival

vamp vixen vulgar

wanting whore welcoming

younger men

zeal zest zygote

she has animal demons inside her innocently carnal eyes

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

stroking her leg in public

some carnal women like that

Losing a Lover

Where there is true love there is joy in life.

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once you had sunshine

once you had true love

desire always and ever

and then came the rain

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

the ways of love can be cruel

Desire’s Urgent Breathing

The unbearable pain of loving a woman who does not love you.

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hot heavy deep urgent

steaming locomotive breath

passions spent and now resting

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

she just gives it away

to whomsoever wants her

casual sex is what she desires

Steadfastness

Be steadfast in your love, and honest in your heart.

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mysteriously

steady acceptability

bravery courtesy gallantry

civility chastity celibacy decency

dependability desirability dignity honesty

humility intimacy fidelity integrity loyalty morality

modesty nobility purity probity reliability sincerity veracity

immoral sexuality sensuality physicality promiscuity dishonesty

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

the truth of love is in a rose

 

 

Anonymous Amour

Sex is all about who has the power to demand love.

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eyes heels stockings legs resume

hair dress shoes lips manicure

taste perfume sexual allure

firmly mysterious amour

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

he gives me away

 

 

Postcards from Purgatory

She was Purgatory incarnate, promising Heaven and delivering Hell

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every time I go back there is the same as the one before

every journey has me wondering why I desire her more

her hot breath of adoration a mere promise of scorn

Goddess of love incarnate, and yet she is a whore

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

beautiful, mysterious, wild and free

gods and men have enjoyed thee

 

The Long Goodbye

I try not to miss her, but in the end I still do.

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in the early morning hail

big 747 on the stand

I got your letter in the mail

now it’s crumpled in my hand

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

trains, planes, and automobiles

all long goodbyes

Gorgeous Eyes

The eyes are the windows to the soul.  ~  Shakespeare.
In what distant deeps or skies
burned the fire of thine eyes

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you have fallen, deep and wide, into her exotic eyes

with promises blue and wide as distant skies

and so you drown, in her lovely lies

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

some women would love to have those eyes

Wilderness Remembered

The Earth has music, for those who listen.  ~  Shakespeare

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haunting music of the wind

drifts over the wilderness

the only roof, the stars

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalknet

 

the desert is bleak and beautiful

a fine place for outdoors living

not as comfortable as a patio

Psychedelic Fire Serpent

She who is possessed by carnal desire for the serpent is lost.

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Dawn, and smell the sulpher from the dragon’s breath as she purred

Her Life is a journey of imagined adventures, so lie back and enjoy the ride

Eat a marijuana cookie explore the inner Cosmos to see the rainbow serpent

Experimenting playing with psychedelic substances has always been her forte

Smiling as she watches the kaleidoscopic mordant rainbows melt and change

Reality is an illusion, real life is what she thinks in the strange deranged moment

No angels in bright, white raiment there, only darkly amorous vampyres play

At night, cats are black, vampyres are dark, except for the ones you mirror watched

Lazily, indolently, intoxicated, she dallied with a dulcimer as my heart was shattered

Venus was breaking, creating lust; then she said with laciviousness falsely enamored ~

if you want to prove your love, then bring me the head of the mirrored dragon

Or dead red roses in the hard midnight rain

Why think rationally?  Common sense never had fair maiden

and fear never won the day

Neither in her canopied bed, nor even at the dismal end of a misted swamp

Bitter better man never gets chance to play with carnal women and absinthe

She’s beautifully dangerous, I desire her this moonlit night, and she is not patient

There are never certainties, nothing a man can ever trust, there is only useful myth

It could be worse, if the iron dice roll, may the Goddess help me

When she fails, take me back to Liars Bar again, finally

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

a vampyre will always bite

dragons burns, and women lie

et une belle biche, elle est gratuit

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