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Precious Cargo - Volume 2



ADULT CONTENT - Poetry. Copyright © All Rights Reserved. Wolf Sherman. No part of this book / poetry bundle - may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means electronically, electrostatic magnetic tape or mechanically; including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system, without prior permission in writing from the author. Although this is a fictional work, some locations, organisations and events are factual. The characters and times in the storyline are fictional - therefore, all resemblances to actual people present or past are purely coincidental.

Foreword



Just when things fell apart I found a muse. Not that my muse had a say in it. Understand that not everyone needs sex to function at an optimal level, but like or not, if at the outset, if a relationship is based on healthy frequent intimate moments - and this wanes... Someone once put it crudely. "Life is much like poker. If you don't have a good partner, you'd better have a good hand." But that's too simple and I always feel that we're too complicated life forms to be reduced to a single page front-and-back printed questionnaire about relationship rules.

So this updated version; for March 2019, is for my muse. Thank you keeping me sane-ish. Isn't it the most alien of things to think that the healing effect derived from pills and psychology can be replaced by poetry and mediation?



Contains adult content. A collection of poems on romance and erotica.

"Romance (love), love based on emotional attachment as portrayed as ideal in chivalric romance literature.

Erotica is any artistic work that deals substantively with subject matter that is erotically stimulating or sexually arousing but is not pornographic. Erotic art may use any artistic form to depict erotic content, including painting, sculpture, drama, film or music. Erotic literature and erotic photography have become genres in their own right."

Me



By now you'd - maybe - in - some way - got to know the - me - that I'd let you have. And granted from the angle that I'd held the canvass of - me - out to you, you'd have maybe many opinions on who I am. Maybe you even think that I'm a - what. So let's survey, shall we?



This picture of - me - that you'd spied so far - say the words, I'm on pause, hearing what it is that you'd choose to voice.



Don't bother about the progressive - a-z - way of doing things. Don't. Just, let your sweet tongue wrap around the topics. Then roll them from your tongue and spit them out in the order that you choose.



Sadist: My Lovely, the only joy in pain that I'd come to know - is when you're off-line, and I have to swallow my words again. But it - does - seem to teach me that you too have a life.



Dominating: The only dominating I - for now - enjoy - is to design some dreams for you. Many, actually. I can - however not promise a future - where you're - not - tied to whatever's near. But, my Lovely, you won't struggle - much, or starve. I'll kiss you right through and beyond a climax - till you sleep. But, when you wake - still tied, I shall feed you many-many small sweet treats that I'd baked, while you were resting - for later - or that night.



Voyeur: OK. You've got me with this one. Half the time I'll tell you that the shops need my warm on hands on their breads and buns. But I get up at 4 am, so the many dozens in the oven? All of them, are waiting just for you - to count them. Now please bend over to watch them rise - I'm over in our garden. With my camera. Taking snapshots. Of you. For later. When I'm alone.



Lover of restriction and of self-pain: That too, you beautiful soul - you hit the nail right on its head. It's who I am. I'll never let you suffer pain. But on two things I need your oath. We'll make a pact. You, will just be. I'll be the one to cook and clean, bake and fry, steam, vacuum, iron... But you will have to watch me - in the nude, doing all these things. And when I say to stop hitting the nail - with a belt - please do. Should I pass out, I won't be able to massage your feet - to tell you, THANK YOU!



Crooked: I promise you it's not. You cannot draw a line more straight. I thank God for this - every day. I often make sure our love letters are - straight-forward - with...



Thick skinned: On the contrary. As much as I love myself, and my skin, I think I'll love yours even more. My tender side's not from this world. I hide it on a sharp hook - in a bat cave - on the far side of a black abyss. No woman is worthy of it, or had been taught the guts - to go fetch it there. Maybe you. We'll see about that.



Short-tempered: On account of the former part of your - allegation - you could not be more wrong. The temper part, yes. Like a bezirk Viking - who had not had a brew cured by the virgins from his frigid mountain birthplace - for nine years - but, with a toothache. In each cheek. But that - I'll let stand over for someone who brings dishonour to your good name.



Mad: I think you're right. But with time I'll turn you just as mad. The world will think we're crazy, but we'll know it's love, my Lovely. I'd like nothing more to argue still, but since this is not leading to making love with you - I really miss the point of talking more. So, I'll kiss you on your head now, then go. Hell, there must be - something - that'll get you quite upset?



- Wolf Sherman

The Problem With A Touch



If my wanting for a woman's skin was somehow a longing for a spiritual connexion, that women want -

I need be more considerate whom I touch, and where... Since that, is how this all started...

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As it evolved to the point of wrapping my soul in it, still remaining the eager animal, that women need -

I need be more considerate whom I touch, and where... Since that, is how this all started...

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And then my lust morphed and changed its name to committed caring, that women deserve -

I need be more considerate whom I touch, and where... Since that, is how this all started.

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And later evolved to a longing to share her journey, long past our first deep kisses, that women are entitled to -

I need be more considerate whom I touch, and where... Since that, is how this all started...

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Maybe that's love then, wanting to be near her; whether hard and gasping and thrusting inside her, or just holding her hand when she's sad, means the samest thing to me,

I need be more considerate whom I touch, and where... Since that, is how this all started.



- Wolf Sherman

The Perfect Woman



She offers an apology with a sincere blush, in an instant; and means it.

- In public.

She'll not bite, nor curse not hit nor kick you in the shin, nor suffer you any measure of pain. Ever.

- In public.

How she slept and how she feels, and what she's going to do about it; she'll never say a word of.

- In public.

She's unmistakeably shy; seemingly defenseless, and will think twice before holding danger's hand.

- In public.

She's an impeccable dresser - matching's her middle name, and on time, every time, all the time.

- In public.

She's sometimes not sure what she wants and will give in to keep the peace in her vocation.

- In public.

She will never hurt a fly; kisses her family to healing and has a reverence for the needs of others - over hers.

- In public.

I'm addicted to the gentle pose that carries them. In public. Like they're hired assassins, suddenly turning; and the mask is off. And sometimes twice in one night I'll only smile and say - Thank heavens, for women!

- Wolf Sherman

The Firmer Men



No one goes as deep into a woman,

as those who can keep firm. It's all about physics really.

The weight of a "...hang on, your skirt can sit better, let's just... show more knee. It's big meeting. Now, good luck..."

The downward force of a "...sleep-in for ten more. I'll sort out the school lunches. I'll have your tea in eight..."

The push of a "...looks like your day was just shit. Here's a tall glass of red. You choose the music - I, the supper. We'll snack under the moon to

night..."

The lift of a "... Who gave you hell in traffic? Feet, is how I'll give my intent ear. Shoes in the corner - you on the couch - feet in my lap. Make it snappy. Oh, here's a kiss..."

But you have to be firm. It's all about physics really.



- Wolf Sherman

There's Only Three



Is it possible to do a poem; other than about women?

- No.

But... it is!

- Not.

I've read other poetry...

- You must stop.

Can you please elaborate?

- Death and Time.

Pardon?

- And Women.

Time and Death and Women?

- Yes.

Women links Time and Death. All else?

Yes..?

Illusion.



- Wolf Sherman

Tie Me Up



I think I found something.

But we're told not to look into the future.

So, I won't.

I'll look at the Time - and tie it down.

On - day - at - a - time.

One - hour & minute & second.

And all the hundreds of ticks from the one second to the next.

I think I found something.

Thank heavens no one else did.

Well, they did.

But they didn't know what it was.

So Time took care of that.

I'd say something about Time.

It's my best friend.

On - day - at - a - time.

One - hour & minute & second.

And all the hundreds of ticks from the one second to the next.

I think I found something.

Thank heavens no one else did.



- Wolf Sherman

Esoteric Coffees & Poetry



Hand holding out the Razor of Time.

Hers.

Oiled frame anchored to the floor.

Mine.

The sun burns down.

Hers.

Two cool roasted coffee beans on the floor.

Mine.

The sun smiles.

Hers.

Face is glowing.

Mine.

It's a birthday.

Hers.

Hands tied behind.

Mine.

A-frame towering over.

Hers.

Looking up. Staring. At the stars.

Me.

Over into the galaxy.

Hers.

Happy birthday.



- Wolf Sherman



The Art Of Cry



I close my eyes in awe.

All but one sense - heightened.

- MY MIND's EYE SURVEYS -

To become one with every fibre.

- LISTENING WHAT THE WEAVE SAYS -

Of my other reality.

- HEARING MY HEART BEAT -

Muscles tense.

- FEELING WHAT IT IS, BEING ALIVE -

Tendons strained.

- MASTER OF MY URGES -

I open my eyes in awe.

- MY EYES SURVEY -

Veins protruding.

- LISTENING WHAT THE WEAVE SAYS -

Then the wait.

- WE DON'T NEED SADNESS -

To perfect The Art Of Cry.



- Wolf Sherman

Call It What You Want



Personally I don't carry on past them.

When they do that.

I stop dead in my tracks.

They have figured it out.

Some of them.

How to do what science tells us can't be done.

You can call it what you want.

Some say it's sharing energy.

Others that it's closeness.

I've heard that it's the interchange of chemicals.

Or that it's a great stress reliever.

I'd agree with all that.

But how I feel about it?

I once paused time for nine-minutes flat.

For two of us.



- Wolf Sherman

Weight



A horrid - vulgar - word to be banned when the ten most twisted among us - shall rule the world. Which IS what we're planning!!

- Don't use the "W-word."

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Do NOT talk about it till you can measure with exactness how the female collar bone messes with my head - not before.

- Don't use the "W-word."

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When you can see a smile defying gravity with persistence when you bite her collar bone - when twice she said stop! And you heard more!

- Don't use the "W-word."

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When you're a vulgar ventriloquist - and dig your thumb into her collar bone - and as reward - later - after, she'll dig her heel into your neck to kick you even lower - and away.

- Don't use the "W-word."

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I don't give a damn whether you're a tiny four foot; an Amazon seven foot; possess a twigy waist, or break my bed.

- I don't use the "W-word."

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Your weight's irrelevant when it's supper time - and own a collar bone, or an ear or a neck or feet or a hip or a knee...

- I don't use the "W-word."

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Neither my Lovely, should you.



- Wolf Sherman

The Book Of Pain



There are rules to health and healing.

Penned in a book that had no name.

Call it a Brotherhood - who keeps it going.

From time immemorial, it bought one copy in one lifetime.

With one coin.

Vulnerable - stamped on one side.

Pain - on the other.

And that, was how the story had been told.

Politeness on page one.

Page two spells two prayers between sun's kiss - and light's farewell.

Page three - who to open a door for.

How to speak softly to a lady - page four's the map for how -

How to split a man's day was stretched from page five to ten -

One part in worshiping Mother God.

One more part to remind women of their power -

And one last third - to learn how to better the man - who'd read ten pages of this book - the day before.

It's a painful read.

A must for a few.



- Wolf Sherman

Crying & Tears



You'll not cry alone -

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Won't let it -

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So, my Lovely - well make a pact -

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Tell me your past pains - the many wrongs made - the vulgar ways they had with your angelic soul -

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I'll make it a touching experience - yet, not touch you like you'd been touched by a man -

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So you may take it out on my skin -

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The yarn knot - for the lip-kisses that you'd been neglected -

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A manrope knot - for early morning kisses that you had not been party to -

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You'll perform a Wall & Crown knot on me - for the times someone evil never kissed under your arms - and smelled who you were after a long day -

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The Matthew Walker's knot - for not nearly enough softer kisses - to the left of your Eden -

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A Shroud knot then - for never been kissed at the top of your calves during foreplay -

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I will teach you the Turk's head knot - for the times you were not fed during or after some made you wet - and had you wait -

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An Overhand knot - this will most probably kill me at some point - but, I'll take my chances - if it shuts the tap where your tears are running from -


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