I wrote a poem about asphyxiation. She said “it took her breath away”.She came to me, we kissed, and well, slowly over the next few days and weeks, she revealed all her other desires one by one. First the clamps,...
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I imagine The slowDrip-dripOf words Slipping through your lips The lavish cadenceOf each syllable Brushing against my ear You walk the tight rope Of structured phrases Revived in the hush of subtextthe lush language of longing I taste The slowDrip-dripOf honey Slipping through your lips The lavish cadenceOf each drop Brushing against...
The spank became a spark,Which lit a fire within. A fire which grew out of control, Now raged across my mind, And dare I say it filled the void,That had plagued my very soul. So, what was it driving this passion within,Was it that...
A poets pen An artists brushPaint pictures That abound on lush I paint of sunsetsAnd the dawnWhere birds sing sweetlyIn the morn Pressing her crimson lipsUpon my horizon greyI will not holdShe will not stay The torment Of a lovers griefStolen by An artful thief The tears The hunger...
I was too empty for words,nothingness gnawingat my insides, whererhythm and rhymeused to picket and pulse.And maybe there’s richnessin the silent calm of nothings.Empty flower beds waiting,for the next buds of spring.Yet spring has now sprung From whence will the words...
She had my heart racing,Gone were my words,Such bliss was found.I was a vessel empty for her words,nothing else could appease my hunger.So I tore the syllables apart,Crunched consonants, under poor punctuation,And let vowels hang loose,Limping slightly, as they fluttered in...