A collection of poems
By Steven Gordon


Pity the knife.

Would you cut my heart out and laugh whilst I bleed.
Cause I want to believe as from this life I part
What dwells In thy soul tis a soft beating heart.
A sweet heart indeed.



WHEN MY SHIP COMES IN.

Here I stroll on the beach of life.
Seeking, yearning for the once and future wife.
Perhaps she lives on a distant shore?
The wave's reply is a silent roar.
I seek to fill her heart alone.
My love can not melt a heart of stone.
Does the Beauty from without know the soul within?
If her soul is in doubt is it a heart I can win?
Then I hear a  loud and clarion call.
Is the barrier she built about to fall?
Can my heart melt down that ice cold wall?
Is one I seek left that distant shore?
The wave's only reply is a silent roar.
Do I dare dream my ship has come to shore?
Has the battle been joined or is it an end to war.

Bar leaning.

As her rosy flesh leans in to mine
Never have I tasted as such a sweet nectar
nor tart a port wine.
Does she lean for support
Or does she yearn to be mine.

TONGUE DANCE

You and I make a good talk.
But can you  and I walk that talk?
You say you have the tongue of a cat
I long to feel the caress of that.
You say you have a barbed tongue.
as we clash I will submit to its lash
then...  You and I will become as one.
believing I will come to no harm
longing to enfolding  you in my arms
submitting to your deadly charm
Its time to end this poetic dance
I want your friendship and a chance for romance.

Set our souls free.

entering the bar a quarter pass dusk
sadly observing  these  soulless husks
what a dismal place
an overflowing crowd
yet way to much space.
all there is
is what you see?
buried in their souls any harmony?
drinks they were plenty
yet minds sadly empty
spirits were bold
yet  hearts were cold

I went to the bar to dance
as others engage in hollow romance
to meet the one I seek 
in that place 
I am a bit too meek
guess its too painful to that chance

then I saw her enter there
unmarked not seduced by erotic flair
her grace in motion
rekindled emotions
long dormant in my heart
would are souls come  together?
though were worlds apart?
said I  to her
may I submit to your lure
said she to me
give of thy heart
set our are souls free
we were no longer apart.

Land of the found:

Dear sweet darling fair lady
Could I meet one such as thee.
Can I admiring  thee from afar
Would it touch thee
Like a  glowing star.

Can  I not dream of  your flowing hair.
Which you swirl with such graceful flair
Never would I touch such flaxen hair
Even if  you of me become aware.

If we met face to face
 must I run a romantic race.
Of you I know... only your wit and name.
But for  only thee would I play the romantic game.
Could my care and love for thee alone
Release your hold on  the sword in stone

Could I at you but risk a glance
Am I brave enough to take that chance
if  but to feast on the beauty of your face
would I not loose your heart in our romantic race.

Could I but dream of  thee in hand
Traveling to a well known land

Could I travel this world wide
Empty but for thee at my side.

Could I ever for this earth roam
Traveling with thee I would be at home.

Knowing Eyes Lusting Thighs

As  I gaze into her knowing eyes
Am I thinking  and sowing  lustful lies.
 Caught and encircled by pressing gleaming caressing thighs
Can I still think and  sow lustful lies.
As her seductive  glistening flower blooms
As her destructive petals doom
my fateful hour looms
her awesome feminine power consumes.
Or do I believe in love profound
all  so far above I 've found.
captured and enraptured by none so far
cept by the radiance of  her loving star

Flesh trap

Will I be brave will I be bold
As I am captured alive
Ensnared in trembling fleshy holds.
Will I survive the burning as quivering  yearning pink enfolds

have no mouth

awoke I had from a fevered dream
have no mouth and I must scream
passion burning
wonder lust yearning
left I did  lonely cocoon
enter a place 
dismal saloon
though be midnight
is forever noon
hunger there beyond despair
totally seduced by erotic flair
girl beauty belt of chain
with their use
would I be slain
 she swings her deadly charm
would I be saved
or totally enslaved
as she comes to harm.
though I seek her beyond the stars
one find the others in local bars

dream lover

 Is life all what is seems
when you meet the one you love
 only in your dreams
If we are a land mass apart
can our hearts become one
so our souls never part
life can be more than it seems
even if  we meet our loved ones
only in our dreams

even in our dreams
life is what it seems
when minds are clear
emotions so pure
heartfelt love so dear.

If we were to ever wake
will our hearts contain our love
would our spirits quake

surfing a dream

perhaps a wistful dream
when meeting in a data stream
or surfing on the on-line net
Thought our hearts had touched
though our souls never met

we were not the same
our hearts were not to blame
but opposites lustfully attract
when yearning the silky caress of that

poems endeared her to my heart
little did I know
when we finally met
we would quickly part

I swore my love to her
and she to me
but when we finally met
I all to easily set her free
cause the color of her heart
when so enticingly near
was not pink with love
but white with fear
for heartfelt love
words are seldom true
the color of my heart maybe red
but now my love is blue

warming bed

When I go to bed  no longer alone.
I hope it can be
cause I set her soul free
A  heart no longer stone

It is not easier to share a warm bed
than dreaming it warm instead
when souls are together
warming hearts
it matters not
how far thighs spread apart

If my love set her heart aflame
if she shed but one tear
would I be to blame
looking in to trusting eyes
can I resist the yearning of thrusting thighs
when yearning for her lovely heart
it  matters not how far thighs spread apart

Can I caress your soul 
If your heart is aflame
If I caused but one tear to fall 
Would I be to blame
when I loose myself in your shinning eyes
I would glady sacrafice
a caress of your silken thighs



Can the light shine in like it once did?
To be with the one who lit up the night
The Memory of this
The sweet hunger it is
Helps me go through the day
As I await the sweet dreams of night
If you come back for me
and I open my heart
will you set my soul free
Hearts no longer apart 
like it used to be?
                        



Does she have a poetic heart
a sweet tender soul
Or is me! me! me! her only goal
rocking and rolling all night long
too stoned too drunk
To know her  heart's song.
Day after day
 blends into brain dead night
sleeping all day
 partying all night.
Too stoned
 too lost
 to fight for her life
Too afraid
 to strive toword the light

The domme  woman
 while having beauty and grace
enslaves with her mind
whether in leather or lace
hands of a sculptor
men are her clay
she molds at will
for her passion  play
she's a destroyer of ego 
through a  reduction of pride
Through seduction and discipline
She will get through your hide
she wields her tools
suffers no fools
whips crack
clamps pinch
gives no slack
Not even an inch
seductive and wild
 man becomes boy
as she plays with her toy
boy becomes child
she will rub against you
as she enflames your desire
soul is transfixed
spirit on fire
heart will beat
for the slave inside
she longs to meet.







 sweet domme eyes so stinging blue
 liberates my heart
 takes my soul apart
 enslaves my spirit when you are  through
  for the punishment I must receive
 with thy seductive beauty I must repent
if my will be thine
 through thy sinfully lovely ways
 will I feel your  heat 
when you see me twitch with desire?
If your  heart is enflamed with passion
will your deft touch instill my loins afire




will you be around
so i can drink in your beauty
drown in eyes so big and round
feel the the the tightness of your flesh
I would so like to caress
to touch your heart
though we be miles apart
though you are spoken for
in my dreams 
with you at my side
our passion will soar
as our scents mingle
we will abide


when in a mid summers dream
lie myself in a silky meadow
next to gentle river stream
thinking of you
tho i be alone
your gentle love 
working wonders
on a lonely heart
in dreams
souls come together
hearts never part
as I lay in our silky meadow
next to that gently flowing stream
now with you at my side
tis a lovely feeling
when lonliness subsides
as one captures
a mid summers dream

I wanted to go where i am not
to bring harmony to the  soul i fought
the path was dark 
the steps were unclear
but i strived toword the light
to concur my fear

cant talk about times that were not
cant talk about adventures unsought
cant see your beauty before me
no chance to set our souls free
all I know  that love for to grow
need to find that place for us to go
if we are ever to share you and me
what a wonderfull life it could be



Name:          STEVEN GORDON
Location:       LIVERMORE, CA USA
BirthDay:      12/9/55
SEx:             male 
Matital staus: single
Hobbies:        wrestling women/videotaping.traveling/reading/writing/power
exchange/bdsm,D&S
poetry/dancing/biking
Computer:      486dx266
Occupation:    scientist
Quote:            when looking in your eyes, my goal is to know your
soul,melt you heart, not pry your thighs apart