Longevity
"A poem with a silver lining"
The warmth of your breath, a soft caress. I feel your heart, beating in your chest. My breath on your neck, and then my lips. I hear you sigh, floating in bliss. A kiss, a touch, a moan, a sigh,...
poetry
I feel you lying wakefullyIn the Midnight Hour’s stead.Your body curled up next to mine,As we rest upon our bed. I feel you purring like a kitten,I hear your dreamy sigh.I feel your breasts upon my skin,With your hand upon my...
The Muse’s Poem
"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...
Ashes, ashes, flames glowing bright;Pillars once leaned on creak under pressure,Strength once fresh becomes a lost treasure;Gone in the lights of a burning night. Ashes, ashes, wind dancing in flight;Love once shared to hold all the world balanced,Passion once perfect...
As Our Love Slowly Dies
"I wrote this poem for my partner as a last attempt to be heard. My pain was very real..."
I don’t know what’s happening, what I do know is I am nearly out of fight, my fire is dying. The lies, the cheating, the blank face staring back at me, the cold dead eyes that once were alive. No...
Mister
"He is my religion."
Will you prick my finger and suck the pain away?I thought I buried you deep within my head but you clawed your way back in.You are the stigmata on my hands.You are the scarlet letter dripping wax on my chest.I...
Oh, as the moth doth fly on fickle wings Towards the fiery flame that unfolds, So to do I flock the same as the moth Towards the brightly burning heart that you hold. And as the moth doth warm his...
A Cultivated Pussy Poem
"As if you could know me by merely fantasizing about me..."
You say you know my pussy is fat - Now what gave you a thought like that? Could it be the way my jeans slide between juicy lips squeezing the seams? Or is it just the pussy in your mind...
A Poem
"First attempt at a poem."
It wasn’t in the things you said But how you threw me to the bed And left me wanting more and more Of all those things that I adore And, once that you are on a roll I love the...
Does My Weak Heart Pound
"looking round I feel a feeling profound"
The heart I have found, in her breast where it pounds, Completely confounds and resounds with the sound of the souls that are bound and devotedly drowned. For her love they sink down in darkness abound. For she is the...