"At that point, we became one."
I try to find the point At which you entered. But, there is no line Of demarcation For where my body begins And where yours ends, No great divide To direct the flow Of water that runs so deep. Nature...
One day he will find you He will be the one across the room Or behind you Out of view But you will feel him Your heart will flutter From recognition A familiarity A wish Beyond your comprehension You will...
"And, her craving shall be for the man."
You see I am a victim of impulse The sound of my own breathing Deafens all When the beat of my heart Hits a rhythm Only the other Recognizes First the senses The eyes, the mind, the soul For me...
"Let my touch tell you what your body already knows."
Don't sigh Looking at your life While standing naked Bare Before mirrors Seeing your reflection Through his eyes Letting tears cloud Your own Someone Should have told you Long ago Should have taken your hand Touched your skin Sucked on...
"Such beauty is a gift from the Gods, that men so helplessly risk everything for."
All Greece hates Helen of Troy The azure of her eyes Embedded In a stone face The length of an outstretched hand Delicate To be kissed The lure of heart shaped lips With up turned corners Inherently hers To be...
"We are not making love, we are making poetry."
This is not a love poem. Let us not insult each other By wasting pretty words Or precious time. We are not of the same cut As those romantics, Those who see eternity In the face of flowers. This muse...
"I had not yet learned how to define need."
I was just sitting there, Thinking of all the things I had not experienced, Feeling the ache of my own womanhood, A bud expanding, Unwrapping itself within me. My body’s first gift revealed. My skin moist in expectation From an...
"He is mine and I am his."
He is A reflection Of my love Molten Like lava Poured into a soul The touch of Gods Branded across his forehead A chosen one My savior With a body Molded and sculptured To perfection Stretching across my bed The...
"Piddle: (Intransitive verb) to waste, to throw away, to abandon. [A Euphemism]"
Just because she doesn't cry,Doesn't mean a thing.What she's piddling withIs a hainted heart.Sometimes tearsCan't cause a riverDeep enough for a womanTo dip her haint of a heart in--Not when she has lived too longIn such a short time.What is...
"A word after a word after a word is..."
I am a lover of words. I like What they do to my tongue.Each letter Whispers its own tune To me, When spoken together A song. Like love, How it opens the lips, Extends the tongue, Closes with a kiss, ...