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Delicate is the touch
Of love upon the heart.
Whisper of a sensation,
A flicker of fire
Tender tinder lit by flame
Let my lips brush yours delicately
Like the dew before the morning sun
Seduced by Seduction
A collection of 30 poems about seduction, seducing and being seduced. Something hot, introspective, a play on words, thoughtful. Find them all in Seduced by Seduction.
Available on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited.
Eyes watch me, they’re inside
Opinions and judgements. Attempts to understand
Do you see me? Look, here I am!
I have my dark side and my light too
Storms thunder yet the sun shines
Chasing modesty, underwater I swam.
Awaken from my blanket of discarded decoration
Flowers in bloom, birds do sing,
I wonder what those who are watching think?
What do you see when you look at me?
Do you wonder why I look downcast?
Are you willing to go to the depths that I sink?
Their eyes are a tattoo along my side feelings of bedlam
They look me over, water on a hot day, a long cold drink
Little do they know they’ve etched their way into my soul like dried ink
I am who they think I am but not at all in that way. I am their slaughtered lamb.
A prompt from dVerse. Write a poem inspired or describing the picture above. See the prompt blog page here.
I wiped the dirt from my hands. Well it was done. I just wish it wasn’t so hard on the kids. They loved that cat. I can admit it now, I liked the little fur ball too. I –
Aww, shoot. Not again.
I watch with a mixture of horror and admiration as the freshly packed ground shifts in front of me. First one paw, then another. Then as had happened 7 times prior, out pops a little black fur covered head out of the ground.
Meow!
Blam!
“Dammit Kristi! That’s eight times!” I yelled.
Thunk! I looked at the shovel in my hands now covered in blood.
The kids and I looked upon the gravestone with its engraving.
I pray to God that she may lie
Forever with unopened eye
“Dad, thanks for letting us bring Snowball. I think she enjoyed the funeral.”
Meow!
Another Prosery Prompt entry from dVerse
What is Prosery? A very short piece of prose or flash fiction that tells a story with a beginning, a middle, and an end. It can be any genre you choose, but it does have a limit of 144 words. Somewhere within your story, you must include given lines without changing word order or adding any words. You may add or change punctuation.
The lines given were from Edgar Allen Poe’s “Sleeper”:
I pray to God that she may lie
Forever with unopened eye
I find myself
In your eyes
Looking for an anchor
With wings on fire.
Drowning in a sea
Of blue irises
Grasping at reeds
That float by
Like lashes
In a blink.
I run in a storm
Of lightning flashes
And crashing thunder
Wet, the rain
Lashes my face
Like your tears.
Lost in you
Seduced by Seduction
A collection of 30 poems about seduction, seducing and being seduced. Something hot, introspective, a play on words, thoughtful. Find them all in Seduced by Seduction.
Available on Amazon & Kindle Unlimited, e-book & paperback.
Magic in the air
Her scent floats like gossamer upon the breeze
A lifetime with her I want to share
We share licks of ice cream
Our worries disappear, we walk without a care
I stop her and get down on one knee
I look up and see her, dazzling and so fair
This decision made with ease
This is what happens when you walk in the forest and you’re a bear
This is a response to the poetry challenge to write a Magic 9 form poem from dVerse.
The elements of the Magic 9 are:
*a poem in 9 lines
*meter and line-length at discretion of poet
*rhyme, a b a c a d a b a, with c and d=unrhymed
Her skin so soft
The stranger I brushed by
The touch was brief,
An accidental graze of fingers
The briefest contact of skin on skin
Yet I can’t forget
Her skin
So soft
Eyes so bright
The woman who stared at me
Only for a second, maybe less
More than enough time
For souls to connect
Yet I can’t forget
Her eyes
So bright
Smile so warm
The greeting given in a rush
Thanking me for my request
I wish I could return it, a smile as warm
Yet, you had turned
Her smile
So warm
Heart so pure
The one inside her
I know it’s so though her I don’t know
It shines through it must be true
Yet her heart beats for another
Her heart
So pure
A love so sweet
The woman I haven’t met
Who captured me with all she is
I wish we were, a pair together
Yet I’ve yet to find her and we to meet
Her love
So sweet.
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I can’t believe she’s gone. My heart still beats but in legato. I breath but only in sighs
Drawn out like the sands of the desert. The horizon blurs like the vision of my future. The pang of loss hangs upon me, an oxen yoke with misery.
My soul cries out curses to my ancestors,
cursing them for placing their bodies one upon the other.
How dare you lay in lust, enjoying the fruits of desire
Knowing it would culminate in such misery, that is me? How Fucking Dare You?!
Why should I look up to the sun unless to blind my eyes?
Clouds could roll in, rain could fall, yet my loss would not wash away in the flood.
Winds could blow and thunder sound yet the hurt would still grow.
Let nature offer its worst; I offer my soul as broken payment
This pang, this torment, the bottomless wound
Black it lays upon my days, swallowing my heart
Lay burdened upon my head. A solemn crown
All Hail the King!
Long live the king. The king is dead. Aww Hell.
I’ll wallow in my misery kingdom for it is the only nation that will have me.
I look for her, still. I know she is not there. I know she will not come back.
Can not come back. The hands of time will not move in counter nor the river reverse
Yet I can not make my eyes look ahead. My head turns back.
The past calls like a forlorn lover, oh, that is my echo.
I call to myself, about myself, there is no other. She is not there in the end.
I fear it is my own doing. I called the hand of fate, tempted the mistress of misery.
Others say it is no fault of my own. These things happen. It was not meant to be / it was meant to be. What do they know? How can they know the cracks that I had stepped upon in the pavement? The arrows my bow flung towards her heart? Do we not wound those we love most? Do we not tear asunder those we most wish to be under?
I call to the crows, the ravens, vultures, whatever flying devourer of carrion wishes to feast.
Here I lay, arms akimbo, waiting for my end. Impatient for this torment to end.
Come you foul flyers! Peck out my eyes! Fill my ears with pebbles!
Peck on my chest, open it wide, nibble my heart.
Eat your fill, you fowl devourers. I give freely of my tasteless flesh,
My hollowed soul, my mind too tormented to think beyond tomorrow.
I can not believe she is gone.
She left in the morning.
There upon the marrow goes my love.
Gone with the setting sun.
Now shines the moon.
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“What are you doing out here?” he asked in a whisper.
“Something told the wild geese to fly,” she answered.
He looked at her, trying to hide the worry from his eyes.
“They do that every year -”
“But not at this time. Not now. Something’s different.”
He watched her. She stood there looking up at the dusk lit sky. Her head tilted, eyes intent, seeing things only she could.
He loved his daughter but he worried too. She was not like other children. It was a source of pride and consternation. It was also a source of guilt. He knew why she was different.
“They’ll be back in the winter,” he said.
“Will we?” she asked and looked up at him.
He put his arm around her and looked up at the setting sun. Shades of orange and reds painted the horizon.
“We might.”
Prosery prompt from dVerse
Prosery, the very short piece of prose or flash fiction that tells a story with a beginning, middle and end. It can be in any genre of your choice, but it does have a limit of 144 words; an additional challenge is to hit 144 exactly. The special thing about Prosery is that we give you a complete line or two from a poem, which must be included somewhere in your story, within the 144-word limit. The lines were chosen from a poem called ‘Something told the wild geese’, which is about the moment, the turning point of the year, when wild geese sense that they must fly south and migrate to warmer lands for the winter. The lines:
“Something told the wild geese
It was time to fly.”
I'm going to lick you,
Like a lollipop, a short stop,
On the way to heaven.
My tongue, my touch,
Will keep going until you drop.
Feel that wet
Between your lips
As I slip
and slide between
the folds of sweet delight.
Long movement up and down
Extrinsic determination with some vibration
To bring you delight all through the night
Excite your nerve endings and bundles
For ultimate delight
I’m going to taste you
Savor every drop, each bead of sexual dew
Your love secretions, I love to devour
Drink it down, sweet ambrosia
My lover and thirst quencher
I will lick you, like only I can do
Feel that wet, get you ready and set
Long movement up and down, call me king and I’ll give you my crown
I’m going to taste you, drink and eat you, until all your dreams come true
I’ll have you begging for more. And there is so much more to come.
The Sex Cycle Collection is a collection of four books: The Sex Cycle, Seduced by Seduction, Fires of Fornication and After All is Said …. The Sex Cycle: Foreplay, Intercourse & the After. Read over 150 poems that explore the spectrum of sex, desire and relationships.
Buy it now here!
I say slut like it rolls off the tongue
It stays in my mouth and coats my teeth
It fills my mouth and dribbles down my chin
When I say slut, I say it
With the appreciation of a fine wine
Aged and opened to breathe
To be sipped and consumed and
Fill my belly with fire.
Sex deprived, denied, described
To delight, invite, insatiable in appetite
Enjoys and with toys,
Simply
Lovely
Unencumbered
Trollop
SLUT
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