"More of a lost love poem than a love poem...where is Paris anyway?"
I returned to Paris as in days gone by,Now that I’m here, I’m not sure why,For the city that once felt like home,Is a joyless place when you’re alone.I can’t help but recall the older days,Of sipping wine in corner...
"A foray into the world of linguistic erotica..."
I want you most when the she wolf howls a savage song of lust and longing. When thunder detonates my core Fusillades and salvos slam my weak defences. I want you most When wild and pelting rain licks and stings...
"This was actually a quick song idea, and it won the monthly contest over on Poetry Craze, btw...:)"
We’ve been together for so long,And I think the time is right,Something I just need to ask you girl,And I need to know tonight.So much has changed for me,Since you came into my life,I need you so much, you see,And...
I sit alone thinking About this person I have barely just met Intrigued by her words Trapped in her net I've had a glimpse into her life Yet never gazed deep into her eyes I have sensed the warmth of...
"Dedicated to: franklee..my super nice friend..Thanks for your help..!!"
”Help me Sweetheart….my zipper is stuck” “My Pleasure”….he replied as he rushed over. She stood timidly… afraid to breathe. He takes in the fine texture of her skin His hands reaches out to touch her. The Magic Zipper slowly opens..!!...
"For my first love..."
The room is darkeerie shadows cast upon moonlit wallsThe sound of windand of sleepers down the hallThrough closed windowsI sense the moonlight glancing off of gliding cloudsI close my eyesit seems to quiet the silent loudMy mind slipsthen begins the...
"My feelings defy description...but I'll try..."
I tried to tell you how I feel, But the words just didn’t work.How can I express what you mean to me? If I were an artist, I’d paint you,With fine lines and bold color and great movementTo illustrate your...
"Love in life and art"
And the sharp dark corners of winter unfold Chiaroscuro and creases and uncertain lines. He does not know me And yet I draw him My own contrived deity. His words stained His hand the plot of Anna Karinina. Not knowing...
I miss the mist upon your lipsThat perfect slip of timeThe way you sing your soul each nightOver cigarettes and wineI sit amused on the wings of stageThis perfect pantomimeThat moment you were mine. .........................................................You spin your dreams on webs...
