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An exploration - an introduction
Posted:Jan 23, 2014 5:13 am
Last Updated:Feb 4, 2018 4:55 pm

I believe
within us all sensuality lurks
awaiting the right touch or kiss
a rising pulse of light and heat
a shared repast of loving bliss
within us all waiting.

First kisses are fresh and sweet, but once the taste is taught, how keenly in experienced lovers builds the heat, tumbling together anew in passion caught.

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When They Closed the Lid
Posted:Mar 18, 2018 6:38 am
Last Updated:Mar 18, 2018 4:20 pm

When They Closed the Lid
When they close the lid
will I see the same pattern
repeated ad-infinitum in my sight
an image of an image extended
till all of life a mantra protracted
will I see your translucent face
hear the words never spoken
feel your breath on my skin
will I laugh or simply cry
wonder how many times one can die
my heart breaking anew
as when they closed the lid on you

When they close the lid
will I hear choruses of gulls
or the munching of worms
will there be a choir of angels singing
such delights of the distant paradise
a sound of sliding collapsing Arctic Ice
so clean and unsullied it is blue
and only half as pure as you
and what might I hear you say
words of hello and good-day
those words silenced from my ears
when once all I heard was tears
my heart breaking anew
as when they closed the lid on you

When they close the lid
and I reach up and touch
will it just be the grain I trace
and in that grain a face
of something greater than myself
custodian of a truth often sought
never discovered by those living
and inside this box the giving
of all answers which were sought
since first I felt that deepest hurt
will my touch finally reach you
my embrace truly soothe you
as my embrace never had chance to
all those years before
when beginning was end
and Love Fate could not bend
when before I held
and my heart was felled
my heart breaking anew
as when the closed the lid on you.

To Set Me Free
Posted:Mar 18, 2018 5:39 am
Last Updated:Mar 18, 2018 6:41 am

To Set Me Free
Let me taste your pale lips
almost dry against my own
does not matter the month or season
does not matter the rhyme or reason
i want to feel those lips beneath my own
kiss you once and twice and not feel alone
see the passing light on your face move
in my whispers tell you what life does prove
how there can be hurt and deeper pain
how after some things we are never the same
and yet we want to go back to the start
be as we were before life took us apart
once more I want to kiss your lips
see if in a kiss if into life past world slips
and if the world should remain unchanged
as past remains beyond our grasp and out of range
in kissing those pale lips I once knew better
perhaps still the best of life I can remember
the heat and roar of passion before the cold
and maybe in a kiss the thaw will take a hold
peel back these numb layers fossilized of me
allow me to find a path from the past to set me free.

Pasta Maker
Posted:Mar 18, 2018 4:49 am
Last Updated:Mar 18, 2018 6:13 am

Pasta maker
A raw pasta sheet wide
this is the beginning of me
unmarked and plain
fed into pasta maker of life
the handle cranked
and wheels turning
draw the pasta sheet through
the tight roller press
and the blades
slicing the sheet
into that wonder of life
is it little surprise
often we are amazed
at the shapes of pasta created
or how sometimes it feels
as if life has irrevocably changed us
for good or ill
the past sliced away
changed into a future different
life and time always changing us
as a pasta sheet dragged
through the pressing rollers of life.
Saint Patrick's Day
Posted:Mar 16, 2018 6:26 am
Last Updated:Mar 18, 2018 4:56 am

Saint Patrick's Day
Heavy atmosphere of another pub
stomaches lined with potato based grub
an aroma of Guinness and hot sweat
because so full these places get
On St Patrick's Day each and every year
everyone crowded in from far and near
the music is Irish folk and or punk
or some eloquent boisterous drunk
howling Danny Boy at the rafters
across a gale of Celtic laughter
all those bright shining Irish eyes
full of banter craic and a few lies
so much green being worn
more Irish-folk than ever were born
Upon the Emerald Isle so far distant
and the drinking and singing constant
for on March 17th everyone is or desires to be
Irish born wild strong and always free.
To the Point of Pleasure
Posted:Mar 15, 2018 11:29 pm
Last Updated:Mar 16, 2018 12:49 am

To the Point of Pleasure
Full lips on mine eager and hungry
my fingers stroking a captured nipple
the arch of your body thrusting against me
a hurried rambling to undress
then fingers stroking your outer lips
sliding in to caress across inner walls
wetness is coming in a rising flood
you take my hardness thrusting in
legs around my waist locked
rocking and rubbing against each other
breathlessly we enraptured explode
and lie there panting and thinking
please again please this pleasure.
Posted:Mar 15, 2018 9:01 pm
Last Updated:Mar 16, 2018 12:48 am

We are prosperous individuals
successful in work
owning those things we want
we our bills and taxes
drive responsibly on the roads
and can stare down a drunk
or an urban situation unsettling
sleep well through thunder at night
believe we know what is wrong and right
and yet I sit here skittish
waiting for you at this table
coffee slurped down eagerly
the wash of it against my teeth
the of caffeine on my tongue
I can see every entering and leaving
any shadow or movement makes me twitch
look up and wonder if
this is you arriving
I was or am minutes early
and we have conversed
a hundred time before
I know if you have siblings
the name of your pet
how your work irks you
and the people you avoid
because they bring you down
I know the websites you visit
for your news of the world
if you are a girly girl or something else
i know so much
and your photo studied
as if it were an exam
for which I had my life to cram
looking and trying to aertain
if your eyes are blue brown or tan
and is that hair colour natural
and will your hair cut be the same
when was the photo taken
was it when you were overjoyed
or just feeling plain
I have realised I don't know you
when we meet what will we feel
and then you are at the doorway
and I realise you feel the same
and soon we will both have to reveal
our inner selves and more than said
our body language will be read
how we act towards others measured
and you sit down across from me
and you note my empty coffee
and we use the moment to say hello
as we a waitress over
to order for you your first
and for me another drink
and I am feeling skittish
my heart racing twice as fast
as it would normally beat
am I sweating as if Summer
are my palms damp and cold
should I meet just your eyes
oh god am I staring
should I look over all of you
am I admiring or leering
what do I say to explain
which will not sound self serving
and something not plain
as I am feeling skittish
and you have not yet said a word
beyond hello and already
I am wanting to follow
your conversations over the edge
of the world to the very end.

No Rush This Morning
Posted:Mar 14, 2018 8:58 pm
Last Updated:Mar 15, 2018 6:38 pm

No Rush This Morning
Reach out with my arm
and my hand brushes your back
down along spine bumps track
to rising curve of buttocks
sense the heat of you
this heat of another
and my own body stirs
anticipation in my thoughts
for kisses on your lips
of fingers stretching across
the erogenous zs
you would want me to explore
and my fingernails lightly rake
over this naked back
and you curl and sigh
a lost breeze coming home
a wave breaking on a shore
as I roll over and seduce
warm kisses on your throat
a nibble sucking on your neck
a hand cupping breast
lightly teasing nipple
at tectonic plate speed
we lazily awaken each other
the birds harmonising outside
sound of traffic moving
reaching into our boidour
no rush this morning
stretching mules to reach
around and along your body
fingertips grazing over
every curve and rise
barely touching as your body rise
a magic trick of levitation
and turning you smile
and our arousal a known ent
fills the quiet of this room
and slowly you bend your head
to where my lips are waiting
your eyes are still and stating
no rush this morning
as lips meet and slowly
merge into each other
those mules working
as we lazily wait
an inquisitive tongue
dawdles out and traces
lines of your lips
a tingle inside rising
and you draw my tongue in
the kiss building heat
my hand on your shoulders
massaging as if
to kiss the skin there
as sweetly and seriously
as our morning kiss
on a morning when
would not matter
how wide a bed
we would reach each other
and lazily inspire
the lighting of a deeper fire
even as we take our time as
no rush this morning.

Pennsylvanian standoff
Posted:Mar 14, 2018 5:26 am
Last Updated:Mar 15, 2018 1:09 am

Pennsylvanian standoff
The results are in
almost a Pennsylvanian standoff
it seems Republicans lost
no one's sure democrats won
no slaughter of the Lamb
while Saccone seems gone
the money poured in
to the election to swing
the way of a solid incumbent
been proven redundant
for the voters thought to tell
unimpressed with Trump's hell
the shifting disorganisation
of a White House in chaos
the lies proliferating
as rabbits on viagra
and now the roulette wheel spins
and who know who the mid term wins?

Stop Light Conversations
Posted:Mar 13, 2018 7:39 pm
Last Updated:Mar 14, 2018 8:39 pm

Stop Light Conversations
Stop light conversations
my delving hand between your thighs
thanking god for automatics
waiting for the lights to change
and talking of what we might do
of where life might take you
those fragments incomplete of future
will you lose them or dreams nurture
and feeling your living giving heat
as you lightly slightly squirm in your seat
at my fingers sensually strumming
are you always on the edge of cumming
is it only with me you are like this
so free and uninhibited and vibrating
a bubbling burning decadent angel
a changeling when we embrace
put aside the good girl so polite and nice
as if beneath these fierce kisses you ignite
for an industrial strength lust unveiled
with none of your thoughts curtailed
your expressions frank and demanding
the kind of things we would find alarming
if watching a movie with your parents
or discussing the laws of consent
moving your hips to sit further forward
so my fingers reaching are not awkward
and there is not enough air in this car
open the window before I asphyxiate
on the pheromones of our lust
my fingertips pressing against damp denim
and you hold my continuously mystified gaze
as you continue to reveal yourself and amaze
in your sensual sexual reactions
as I feel your muscle contractions
somewhere deep in you did something move
as my fingertips stroke along the groove
you are biting on your lower lip
and over your eyes your eyelids slip
you are leaning back as you lean into
the rich sensations following through
can sense you are almost at the top
when a chorus of car horns makes me stop
for the stop light has turned green
and you say something frankly obscene
and unlikely the other drivers could perform
in the manner to which you think they should conform
besides if they did all would be home
and not out here driving around alone
wishing they were in this car and were me
when in passing us your impatient grin they see.
Sliding Doors and Walls
Posted:Mar 13, 2018 5:11 pm
Last Updated:Mar 14, 2018 4:25 pm

Sliding Doors and Walls
These sliding doors and walls
of your many confidences
the words you whisper private
say to keep these secret
the meetings and the calls
the distance noted over all
are you here or somewhere there
staring into the pond of affectation
is the only face you see mirrored back
that of your narcissistic self
and so many lines in the water
so many hooks hung with bait
do you sit alone and smile
as over these many blinded loves
you sweaty masturbate
moving one piece and then the other
no one knows why you bother
you can't live without this treason
practiced without any reason
other than the support
of your own rotting character
a person by duplicity all hollowed out
hiding behind sliding doors and walls
not caring for the bruises you leave
how those lied to might grieve
a player you might call yourself
a lover of many empty
as a stone rattling in a tin can
all hollowness and yet what a din
loving all and can let none in
beyond the fabric of the lying self
the person you are not or ever
will be as long as you are
lying to yourself and all you meet and see
hiding behind sliding doors and walls
always been less than true
a traitor to the good and honest
how you nibble at their opened souls
seeking the sustenance you cannot
provide from within your corrupted self
in giving them the fake light of your love
as cardiacally poisonous as foxglove
a drop of you deceptively toxic
a hollow crown of love you wear
and such affectations you constant swear
saying is not me is fake lies bred
by those who should not have said
all the truths they know and utter of your deeds
leaving only the rising twisted stench of your needs
and as all wiser turn and leave
you ever darker and rotting fall back
hiding behind sliding doors and walls.

When Rain Outside
Posted:Mar 13, 2018 5:50 am
Last Updated:Mar 13, 2018 4:10 pm

When Rain Outside
Rain outside and within
seems the Sun out again
your top is off and I can see
the twinned hills distant close to me
mounted upon each a pinnacled peak
a nipple aroused is of which I speak
the sight before my eyes curves down
a beauty in your body glorious found
such nakedness erects my interest
and with sweet caresses I invest
to covet this body Summer warm
kisses on legs and over arm
take your waist and pull you close
and this I find I like the most
the taste of the nectar springing up
on which I as if it were honey sup
so sweet and sticky and spices too
this nectar makes me stick as close as glue
to your body i would explore
from clever tongue to volcanic core
this journey only bare begun
vibrations rise as begin to hum
the rocking rhythm we easy set
a rhythm even the ill-rhythmic can get
a panting pushing pressing trip
as you begin to buck in my grip
and I in yours begin to gush
and every thought turned to mush
illumination sparking through my head
as we hedonistic-ally are easy lead
from thoughts of rain and cold outside
to love and heat as against each other slide.

the broken heart
Posted:Mar 12, 2018 5:26 pm
Last Updated:Mar 13, 2018 4:48 am

the broken heart
Here in words
and ordered structured lines
the safest place to consider
what becomes of the broken hearted
those who loved so keenly
thrown all of their being
into the act of love and loving
only to find their lives dashed
smashed against rocks of fate
through illness losing their best mate
through accident or unexpected loss
find a new burden to carry
and a heart so fractured
no length of time can reheal
no new romance reheat
whatever was true bent askew
an iceberg ripping through heart of you
even the stages of grief
when completed and g through
are no solution if nothing to anger against
and acceptance is the totality of knowing
this shadow entering a room
the door's opening creak
a voice calling your name
is not the you want it to be
they are g and you are free
free falling through an inconsequential life
all which brought light before
now only reminds you of the darkness
which paces alongside every life and love
the chance fate will turn on you
the good fortune in bringing you together
will be ill fortune as relationship shatter
you lose the only thing which matters
and so much safer and abstract
to address in words and lines
use the structure to hold back
the grief rising ever fresh
your throat constricting
eyes begin to sting
heart an aching lump
and your eyes feel so old
looking out cynical and raw
having lost your reason
your love you thought
forever would be with you
the Sun of your universe
plucked out and all goes dark
and even when Time has passed
and the light once more flows in
the light so much more feeble
your life is no less grim
the love which swelled your heart
has in departing torn the sinews
shattered the bonds holding heart whole
left you not with grief and anger
left you with the centrifugal emptiness
of a black hole in which your spirit trapped
and looking out can see world bright
full of people on whom fate has not turned
and you wish them the best
even as your own nerve endings are burned
senseless and blunted and bland
you live life without thought or plan
each day another meaningless date
this hollow emptiness all which is left by fate.


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