His…toy

Roses are red, Violets are blue. Wanna come play? I'm made just for you.   (Couldn't resist. Now for the real poem...)     He knows very well what kind of toy I am for him So I say... Why don't you unwrap me, and let's play Or maybe just sway to this music a soundtrack... Continue Reading →

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She Tiptoes

She tiptoes quietly 'cross the night The stars like stepping stones in sight And as the moon beside her smiles She turns her gaze towards the miles Of thousands upon thousand breaths That lead her body's little deaths Against all odds and cruelest seas Of galaxies of 'You's and 'Me's In search of that forbidden... Continue Reading →

Delicate Ferocious Heart

I've spent a lifetime hating this reflection of a 'Me' That never found her place within A true eternity. I caused her pain and sorrow And her innocence I slayed. And more than once I felt as though With demons I had played. She never knew what was to be And never knew the tears... Continue Reading →

Orgasms

It's not about orgasms, but I got your attention. Actually it's called: Once Every Day   I wake with a thought that sends shivers to places... And oh, if They knew, they would cover their faces.     I touch my own lips, feathered whispers I feel, And though shadows of lust, this whole scene... Continue Reading →

Of Dreams and Tears

I touch a mark that sears with pain, with blood filled ink my verse I rain  upon this page of words for you and still I cannot reach you through the mists that we call dreams and yet my lips with yours they have not met. I wipe fresh tears that taste of us and... Continue Reading →

Me (probably)

Inspiring, enticing A beautiful verse Whose magnetic allure Is a blessed, sweet curse. Attractive...so sensual No heart could resist A personified rhyme of two lips left unkissed. A talent! Quite wanton No bashfulness here With a 'come hither' aura To taste without fear. A treasure A poet A weaver of lines The true north of... Continue Reading →

Love

Brave, I know- To write of love. This word we overuse. And cowardly of others who This sentiment, abuse. And sought have I, another way To say that Love I feel. Yet poverty of meaning screams at me My lips then seal. And why I ask, are synonyms much poorer to my mind? And why... Continue Reading →

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