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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A Very Eloquent Poem Title (and a whole eff load of poetry for you)

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? definitely not. Thou art, hands down, way hotter How do I love thee?  Couldn't possibly count the ways. Let's call it a cool squillion. Nice round number. She walks in beauty like the night... I DO do that. If only there was a little flashlight that could... Continue Reading →

There Are Tears

Last night I cried some tears for Sleep, (In sleep alone is where I weep) And though the dark I call my friend I pray that fate your heart will lend     For just a moment do I ask And surely Time's up to the task I'm sure a minute he can spare, I'd... Continue Reading →

Him

You do not know him like I do These verses shared of love too true. You think he bleeds these words for you, But lips of mine he gripped  And knew.    You do not feel his presence near Perhaps you think to him you're dear But hearts like mine are made to sear Beneath... Continue Reading →

You Make Me Spill My Ink

Say too much? I prob'ly do Or not enough? I do that too. Too many Love Yous? That's my way. Still though, I stifle what I say.  Floodgates open, out they pour My words t'wards you They've stained the floor You think you know?  My Love...you don't Reveal My All right now? I won't... My... Continue Reading →

Scarlet and the Devil

Allow me to explain a little. This post/short story in two parts is something I wrote over a year and a  half ago. I first posted it on my previous blog. Yes I had a previous blog. Some of you know about it, a lot of you don't. No need to dwell on that dark... Continue Reading →

What am I…

...a silent secret kept locked within a palm of softest, forceful need. A smiling, adoring kiss of life replaying a death of nearest encounter. A fantasy of lyrical ballads recited under a tree pregnant with pauses of fruit plump and positioned to plummet to the earth peeling away a layer of preponderance revealing fleshy morsels... Continue Reading →

Yes

And so a cliche I've become, or something like a whoresome nun , and thoughts of us are wholesome none, they blaze above and slice the sun which tears to pieces one by one, my doorways that my demons shun. And memorable I try to be, before the deluge swallows me, of moaning lips both... Continue Reading →

Hard and slow…

I'm dreaming...   I sit on a window ledge. Outside it is pouring with rain and droplets drip, drip, slide down the window pane. I am mesmerised and watch them as they race towards me, pouring with every breath I take. I'm wearing nothing but a loose, sheer night shirt; it slouches off my shoulder... Continue Reading →

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