It's the after time that means so much,after the body whispers to be taken,leaving little kisses along her neck, the sweetest signature I can givewhile fingertips tangle deep in locks;her hair is the night loomed togetherfrom all things dark and beautiful.Entwining...
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You Know…
"When that someone comes along..."
You came for me, through the mists of time, A vision of beauty, without reason, without rhyme. I had seen you before, but not as you are, A wondrous gift, a heavenly star. The mists slowly cleared, transparency unveiled, New hope in sight,...
We were so young back then....And a part of me will be all the way back at thatnight when a ring encircled your trembling finger,the dark winter lake where you said yes and rushed over me like those waters flowing beneath...
Rich in Love?
"We've all been there"
I used to be rich once,Until I fell in love,It hit me like a bowling ball,Falling from above. She was spending lots of money,But I was too blind to seeUntil before I knew it,It was rags that clothed me. But still by...
You’re such a slutYou relish the factFlashing your tits without any tactYou’re such a slutOut for a fuckLooking for fruit ripe for the pluckYou’re such a slutWanting some cockYou have just the place for them to dockYou’re such a slutA...
How Do I Love Thee?
"Elizabeth Barrett Browning answered in her Sonnet 43, this is my answer."
A poet once said, “How do I love thee?”She went on to explain all the waysHow do I love thee?I couldn’t explain though I talk to the end of daysWhen we are togetherMy world spins aroundHolding you closeMy feet leaving...
They weren’t ever supposed to beMore than those three words…I love youThey were supposed to remain hidden,Buried in the secrets of our skin,Camouflaged by the furtive touches,Safely shieldedBehind the depth of our stare.But they bubbled to the surface,Penetrated every other...
Sweet peach, nectar floods Rough hands, soft to touchSoil me now, budding flowerDelve deep, deeper still Push down, push harderOne trail, across my chinA fountain lavish, from withinMouths to open, holes to fill Loud sky, thick air Dip slow, stir fasterEat life,...
The Ungrateful Valentine
"A small tale of unrequited love"
On Monday he did bring a rose, A wretched floral stink, Emerald leaves, a thorny stemAnd horrid petals pink. "Please marry me" he did proclaim, He really made a scene. With shuttered eyes and turn-ed cheek My response was quite serene. Chocolate kisses, a symbol of love. I...