If I told you I want to fuck youWould you say it back to me?Would you whisper it in sweet kissesYour lips upon mine?Would you let me strip you naked?Would you undo your blouse on your own?Would buttons be undoneAnd the zipper go down?If I said I wanted to fuck youWould you stand naked inContinue reading “If I Told You I Want To Fuck You”
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Autumn Poems
—x—Slowly falling to the groundSwirls of red and yellowBack and forth, back and forthSlowly undulating on the breezeTo gather beneath the wooden limbsOf a naked tree —x—The leaves change colorOrange, brown, yellow, and redAutumn leaves gather —x— —x—Gather my childrenListen to the whisper of the tales the trees tellGather my childrenWhen the leaves fellGather myContinue reading “Autumn Poems”
Where Does The Moon Hide
Where does the moon hide? When the day beginsWhen the fog begins to burn Does it go to bed or play with friendsTurning away from the morning Leaving the night for a new skinWhere do the stars go? When the sun appearsConcerns about their light do they give in to fearDimming their sparkle, they turnContinue reading “Where Does The Moon Hide”
Blood & Tears
I once had a dreamTo write it downTrickled through my fingers like tearsSpilled on the pageStained droplets make no sense in the sunThough I do often wonder, where the splatterOf blood came fromThoughts of my beating heartDrip, drip, drip, one word at a timeUpon this parchment, dry and crackedTo be soaked up within thin woodLetContinue reading “Blood & Tears”
A Dream of You
A dream of you, it felt so real. Like your lips were on mine. Your arms held me and all seemed fine. Like that time we went to a hotel and you fell asleep in my arms and we woke up to a movie playing on the television that neither one of us remembers watching.IContinue reading “A Dream of You”
Remembering In The Rain
The rains fall from the clouds adding to the late summer humidity rather than easing it. I sit in the backyard watching puddles form in the spaces between the stones, watering the weeds that fought their way through. Thunder sounds in the distance but too far to cause worry, as if thunder for me everContinue reading “Remembering In The Rain”
His Kiss
His kiss was from a Miss but she’s no longer herePuckered lips with a long clitMan’s desire; satisfied.Lips full and sweet, mine on his so nice to meetRough but kindSweet for me, all mineIn his arms, my hands on his chestLooking up to eyes That meet mine, eye to eyeIt was his kiss, my strongContinue reading “His Kiss”
A Jar On A Shelf
It sits on a shelf A jar Filled with feelings Left over from when I lovedIt sits next to A jar Filled with tears Left over from when I lovedIt sits with the lid sealed tight A jar Filled with love & hate. This is a quadrille from a prompt on dVerse. “Let your museContinue reading “A Jar On A Shelf”
Passion
Hot passion like fire on our skin. Drowning in desire for your touch and taste. Lust drips from my tongue, tears of want fall from my eyes. Reaching through the misty haze I grab your hand, pulling you into my embrace. Hands on your hips, I thrust, delving in you; diving into your soul. I mine the rich fields of youContinue reading “Passion”
Electric Electorate
Thrown in the fire, tossed in the sea, iniquity follows my foe, facing across from me. The aisle narrow, the gap wide, things said I can’t abide. Look me in my eye, hand me your ear, let me see the red in your white and blue, you can’t because you do the things you oughtContinue reading “Electric Electorate”
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