Location ~ Durban, South Africa

I am a bear of very little brain and big words confuse me (winnie the pooh)

I am someone who is only just daring to call herself a writer and a poet, although I am in the middle a "life-long" affair with words written, spoken and read! I have always written, but only recently exposed my work to others. I need to share, to learn and to improve my technique. My aim is of course to publish something one day, but for now just to communicate with others of like mind, and of course to solicit the advice and opinions and tips of amateurs and experts alike is more than I dreamed of.

MY life's creed? ...."Every man's death diminishes me for I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls....It tolls for thee!" (John Donne)

A whispered voice like a soft caress

Can calm a spirit in distress

Can touch and heal.

Soft satin flows over a fevered skin

Awakes sensations deep within

My senses reel.

A gentle breeze on a balmy night

Can put a restless sleep to right

Can quiet the soul.

The tender kiss of a little child

An anointing so undefiled

This makes me whole.

A bow pulled soft across a string

With tempered resonance echoing

Delights my mind.

A fleeting fragrance in the air

A little nudge that you are near

My heaven I find.

Copyright Gillian P Stokes (2002)

I had forgotten how hard this was

this love game!

I had forgotten about the collywobbles

and the flutters.

The panic and the second guessing had

been archived deeply.

I thought I could handle this now!

Miss knock me on the chin,

Miss don't worry about hurting me,

I'm a big girl and I will get over it!

Lets play the game, take it one step at

a time, go hang the consequences,

this is such great fun we are having a blast.

Then in the midst of all of this

Why do I feel so alone again?

Why should the fears and insecurities

be any easier to deal with now then

they were say twenty years ago.

You say you have them too,

that you too need reassurance

well then why don't we ask it?

don't we give it freely.

Instead we keep silent, both of us

stoically declaring everything to be OK.

Then tell me in the midst of all this

sharing and caring, and growing feelings

why do I feel so alone again?

Why am I waiting for every call at the oddest

hours? checking to see if "I've got mail"

I walk through the supermarket and think

of you and get that goofy grin on my face.

I imagine the sound of your voice and I tingle

all over. I gushily breathe your name to myself.

The phone rings, its you! the world rights itself.

I am in the roller coaster car, climbing up to the

top of the mountain, the adrenalin surges,

what a buzz , what a high! The whole world

takes on a Disney like hue and I feel as if I am

floating on air. This is great, life is good. I am alive.

Then midnight comes, and you aren't here,

and I can't reach you! And suddenly in this mad

crazy ambivalent state known as love the world

tumbles in on me, the roller coaster is careering

down a decline so steep it makes me dizzy, into

the blackest tunnel, and suddenly

I feel so alone

again?

Copyright Gillian P Stokes (2002)

Talk to me, woo me with your words;

Mind dissolves, disorder created,

I take the first passion step up

To the carnal cravings of my soul.

Speak me, caress me with verbiage;

My body tunes in with greedy alert

The wavelength instantly flowing

No wonder they call it mind control.

Touch me, and I am instantly undone;

Body dissolves, sensations fuse

I fly to meet you in the ether of us

Uniting igniting responding in kind.

No beginning or end for you and me,

Melded in one pulsating tactile world

Cresting sensuous wave, tumbling again;

Two wayward hearts one respite find.

Copyright © Gillian P Stokes (August 2002)

The sensations you arouse, you are my sensation

You are a war in which all my senses engage in equal eagerness and anticipation.My eyes settle on you. It is a lasered gaze, revealing your all. The little imperfections as well as the grand glory of you. You are an object of beauty to me do you know that? You are a beautiful man.

I take in your features, your build, the parts of you in their infinite and sensual variety. I gaze on you with a voyeurs' need, this is the start of my titillation and I am hungry for you. Your hair,so rich and thick I want to bury my hands in it. Your eyes, wise bright eyes, deep pools framed by the myriad tiny lines of wisdom that you have earned through the years. Your nose. A roman nose, hooked, imperious. Your mouth, Oh God that mouth! I have lost myself in that mouth. Your ears, hmm I have nuzzled there too.

The cords of your neck. the fine hair all over you.The sinuous length and breadth of you. All muscle and sinew and bones (fine bones) and tension . I love the ropy veins that pulse in your arms. Yet you are not all hardness. There is softness and silkiness too. You are velvet do you know that? There are parts of you that arouse the same sensations in me as rubbing my hand across velvet.

Touching is a difficult one for me, because I want to touch you with my all. My skin, my lips, my fingers, my whole body. I want to feel the sensation that is you so deeply that if I closed my eyes and shut off my hearing I would still "know" you from your "feel". My tongue, ahh such a sensitive part of me. I want to taste and feel all of you with my tongue, get to know your textures.I love the smell of you, your man's scent. If they could bottle the essence that is you they would make a fortune. I like to snuffle at you much as an eager puppy would. Even in your quietness I hear you. Your breathing laboured or at rest. The beat of your heart, the gurgles in your tummy when I lay my head on you.

Everytime I am with you, you arouse the need in me to use all my senses, to try them, to stretch them to their utmost capacity. If you leave my presence they are all bereft. When you approach, I am not sure which of my senses picks up on you first. Do I hear you, do I feel you do I smell you. Most of all though you are in my mind, a part of the thinking of me. You are my sixth sense you know?
YOU COMPLETE ME.

Copyright Gillian P Stokes (July 2002)

Soft smile

Sad eyes

Bruised heart

Protect me

Gentle touch

Healing hands

Fevered brow

Nurse me

Sirens call

Luscious lips

Naked heat

Eat me

Selfish need

Feed desire

Body lust

Use me

Voices cold

Tempers flared

Hand raised

Beat me

Door slammed

Empty room

All alone

Reject me

Copyright gillian p stokes (2002)