Love Poems
I crave a loverthat understands the passion that firesbeneath the surface of my skin,from the trace ofa single finger carrying emotion.I crave something real in this world of fantasy;I need hands, lips, eyes that can offer peace and stillnessto my...
Love From A Shattered Heart
"Lying, the bandage for a shattered heart. Truth is, once the heart is shattered, it will no longer be whole."
Man in the mirror staring back,Deep sorrow hollow reflects on those blacks.Your tender hands, your sweeten breaths,Now replaced with two moist paths.Soul’s empty, excitement to life ceased.Splashing water mixed with tears.Hanging up a laying crescent moon,Yesterday’s lie again resumes.“Hanging on,...
It’s my dutyTo confess what you do to me.The way your lips undress mewith their perfect symmetry.And, how they send shockwavesDown my spine.Or, how your incredible smilefeels just like fire, warming my frosted heart.Or, how I can’t think ofAnywhere else...
Every Night I Close My Eyes
"I miss you, always."
Every night I close my eyes,I tell myself you are no longer mine.Drifting into my dream,Here again, your face is seen.My heart beats in delight,To see the innocent youthful smile I held tight.Holding hands, making plans,Choosing the wedding song and...
We didn’t touch, but rather collideThe electricity between us we couldn’t hide,*She followed me into the darkTo experience my passion, a fiery spark,*Invigorated by my lightening boltAnd consummated by its raging volt*Awoken to something deep withinThe resounding power of ultimate...
Helights thecandle, as hiswords spread likewildfire overher skin.Droplets of wax descend,covering her nipples.Fingers always aheadof incantations and wax.A slow burn of unknownsensation ignites withinlazy strokes that stokethe fire of lust andlove, encouraged bywhispered words.Liquid flames set light to her wild...
I feel each breath escape my lipsas we move through the dark.Like a slow gentle writing upon our skin.A striptease of my words,as we focus and uncover,a language of love that begs to be felt,between two souls living on the...
I saw her again this very nightBetween the books written by moonlight.Her form, not perfect but original, like sin,Strewn on my bed with pearls entwined,With her parted red lips, like auroral bonfires.I see that space between her heart and mindFor...