She..is..

She was the kind of girl,

To get on her knees,

Looks you in the eye,

And says I am here to please...

She was the kind of girl,

That drank wine in a glass,

Bending over,

She say smack my ass,

Her eyes where filled with desire,

Her mouth hot and deep,

She was the the kind of girl,

Every man wanted to keep..

But no man could tame her,

She was all her own,

Be careful,

It's your heart, she will own..

Make love to me my dear

 

Seems so long ago,
Once I sang a song of love in a lovers tune,
They never sang back to me,
As I danced with my shadow, alone under the beautiful silver lover's moon,
Make love to me my dear,
I smell your fragrance subtle and sweet,
Wanting to share my heart with you,
Wanting your body with mine to meet,
As our gentle lips touch,
For each other to greet,
Make love to me my dear,
A sweet corner kiss in the daylight,
Sun, birds, other people all around,
I don't care, your the only one,
You are the only one lifting my spirit high, my heart hold you preciously as your love like heaven I found,
Make love to me my dear,
A caress when you say 'I love you',
A tenderness when you look in my eyes,
As you believe in me,
I really do not have to think or compromise,
Make love to me my dear,
Our love stood the test of time,
Once cold air blew my away,
Your love took me far far away,
To dreams that are real, to our home we live in today,
Gardens of beauty grow,
As I want you to feel and know,
Our sweet loving home and castle,
Your the Queen, I am the King, you are the one I think of,
My dear, my sweet, my precious love,
Come to me, take me in your sweet arms, let's make love.

Albert Alexander Bukoski.©

 

Enjoy me, my lady..

To hold you and to feel,

To hear your delicate cries,

Your soft skin so tenderly real,

Pierce my soul with your eyes,

Your legs straight up in the air,

Your eyes rolling all around,

My face between your legs and tasting your precious passion as you hold my hair,

Using my tongue on your precious sweet mound.

Dreams come to fruition in my heart,

So rare is your tenderness and look as a flower in bloom in spring,

You are so beautiful you stand from the rest apart,

Pure beauty into my life you bring.

Eternal beauty is pure as pure white,

Time stands still in the heavens above me,

You my dear are my hearts sight,

You are the most beautiful lady I ever did see.

Feel me lick and taste,

Scream your desire,

Not a moment or movement I waste,

Let tonight be one of fire.

Feel me give you head,

Come in my mouth as I will swallow you my dear,

Lay back on our bed,

Let the night rip with lust and enjoy me my dear.

Albert Alexander Bukoski (c)

 

 

Temptress of Forbidden Dreams

 

Temptress of sensual nights forbidden screams,

of satin sheets from lovers erotic dreams,

taking your body for my every delight,

velvet eyes of seduction,

feeling your mouth in action.

Legs of soft sleek sweet ivory in my touch,

heart skips in lust so much.

For no mere mortal of a man can resist your charms,

wrap in a deadly web in your electric arms,

my heart was once pure now obscene,

a midnight summer dream once clean.

For the temptress her actions and body of night shown,

I lost my heart for now my heart she does own.

 

Albert Alexander Bukoski.©

 

 

 

Oh take me away

Oh take me, take me,

far far away,

where children smile and flowers play.

Take me, take me far far away,

where a tear is never seen,

of rainbows that scan the horizon,

where life becomes my dream.

Oh take me to the stars,

come upon a kiss in your arms,

swim in the river of life to be content,

where fears and hurt are absent.

Oh take me, take me far far away,

I want to forget the pain of today,

Take me, take me far away,

I will build my home and forever stay.....

Albert Alexander Bukoski.©

Thoughts, Love Passion

Thoughts, love passion,

This is not a song for the weak,

nor the innocent.

This is not a melody for the cold,

nor the indifferent.

Lay with me, you may have my body,

it's my heart that lays with you,

It's my soul wrapped in yours,

it's my emotions at rest and in love with you.

This picture is not for the non erotic,

nor for the non pure.

 

Lay with me,

it's my heart that's there,

my heart that breathes,

she breathes love,

compassion and fire,

she breathes your air,

she touches your skin,

she smells your fragrance,

she is wrapped in your being.

This is not a poem for the godly,

nor for the evil.

lay with my soul,

it is not to play with,

nor to abuse.

It's yours,

if you elect,

of my own free will,

if you lay with me I'm yours.

My heart, my passion,

my inferno of my soul,

dear love, if you lay with me,

every part of me is yours.

It's my heart,

this is not a tune of chance,

it's the beauty of a blossoming and everlasting romance.

Albert Alexander Bukoski.©