Hurley Peccy's blog: "Poetry - Some Romantic Some Erotic"

It really was a folly of youth, I should have been more careful. After this I always was. At 15 I heard the 2 words every teen dreads, The 17 year olds says "I'm pregnant." It wasn't mine, It couldn't be. I was too young to be a father. I had my whole life to live. It was not mine, Impossible, crazy, terrible, unreal. Or was it? Time line was correct. I was the only one, right? No. She swore I was wrong. She lied. She aborted. At nearly 40, no kids. Makes one wonder. Will I ever give a father's love?

I see you. I see your pain, Also your joys. I see you. As you want others to see you, But also tinted with truths. I see you, on the inside. But the lie of the outside too I see you, As you try and forget past pain, Do we really forget? I see you, Like no one else does or will, The true and beautiful person inside. I love you.

Sometimes we bicker, but if we were to stop and look at the reasons, they're foolish after a few days. However; the love that we share for each other runs deeper than any problem we might ever have. It always has; always will. I don't know how, but we have been in each others lives much much longer than we have known each other. And this is where we will remain until the sun stops shining.

Definitions of Love Love it is my hand on her throat, Her panting as I do. Love is the unseen marks on her rear, Accompanied by her proud smile. Love is the arch in her back as she strains against the cuffs, Aching for release. Love is your hiss of leather, as the cat-o-nine-tails playfully bites flesh. Love is my tongue inside of her leg, She screams in pleasure. Love is a blindfold, And her not knowing where the next touch will land. Love is straps and buckles, Things that vibrate. Love is total trust. In any situation. Love is not much pain, Nor will it ever be. Because I am in control. -Hurley (copyright 2008)

You are fireworks against a black sky. A rose in full bloom. An intricate waltz from yesteryear. A delicate yet strong flower swathed in dew. You are a person one will never forget. You are simply you. -Hurley (copyright 2008)

1:04 AM - I promise I promise to be the warm spot when you're cold. I promise to be your soft place to land if you fall. I promise to be the first one to say I am sorry. I promise to be there for you in joy and sorrow. I promise to support you no matter what. I promise to make a new memory with you each day. I promise to love you without change I promise to make you laugh, but also cry. I promise to give you strength when you are weak I promise to love you forever I promise to always cherish you and your love. I promise to compromise with you. I promise to never take your love for granted I promise to never lose faith in you I promise to never give you reason to not trust me I promise to always trust you Lastly I promise to give you a love everlasting. I promise with all my heart. I promise. -Hurley (copyright 2008)

We’ve shared breathless kisses, Burning touches, Softly spoken words of love, And urgently screamed words of passion. Just us man and woman, One all-embracing love, Since time began. Foreordained to be as one, We've shared this love before, Perhaps in other lifetimes, Perhaps in other dimensions. We've possibly slain dragons, We may have been torn from each others arms, Yet our love has reigned. Maybe we've walked on this earth many times hand in hand, Maybe for only a moment, Possibly for years and years. But our hearts are one heart, They were meant to be. So when our time on earth, Ends once more, Have no concerns my dear. We will find each other over again And again And again. You see the love we have is ageless, dateless and eternal. It’s a love for all time. Forever.

Hundreds of suitors yearn for your heart, I am simply a poet of movement, a jockey of word art. As suitors sell and try to hustle you with romance, I can only splash the screen with colors and dance. They are beaters of drums as gold banners unfurl, They offer you lush gifts in a glistening world. Suitors also bear torches and are carvers of stone, But whisper their poems and always surrender their thrones. And there in your doorway, no shadow will be cast, As you are surrounded by ghosts from the past. Just look into their eyes, you'll see windows of pain, Ready to collect your heartache like droplets of rain. Yet I stand before you, with my palms to the sky Not much in my pocket, It's of no use, I've tried. What I can offer, is where words have no place, A heart that's true, and my love for you that awaits.