Wordless…
I wanted to write poems, about the hot water running down your lower back… But the sight of the drops flowing on your naked skin pleasantly numbed me beyond the very concept of rhymes and prose…
Tag: Lust
When, She Told Me…
Strains of Rock and Roll a guitar riff echoed My mind’s wine like empty bottles, lying about The waiting waiting never seemed easier to get, What, I wanted, What, she wanted Crawling along the bed like her fingers across my skin I grabbed the edges of the sheets like…… Continue reading When, She Told Me…
Dressed to kill…
Fearing for my life such a trifle, when she wore her red dress and sharpened her nails, Do you desire me? she asked while she circled a tigress smelling blood the prey, feeling somewhat scared was a good word intimidated, hunted, bound and left to die a horrible death, torn from limb to…… Continue reading Dressed to kill…
Micro poésie du vendredi…
Et quand nos corps se rejoignirent au bout de l’attente et des milles… Nous ne fîmes rien qui put être comparé de près ou de loin à la luxure… Ton amour glissant sur mes reins… me caressant et mordant à pleines dents dans ma vie. Chaque soupir, bu du coin de…… Continue reading Micro poésie du vendredi…
Forgive me…
I did it again… I did it all night. It doesn’t matter, you say, Darling? Because it was just in my head? If you only knew what my mind can make you do…
Something different…
Wouldn’t you like to try something different Sometimes, when the winds are strong and the coldest of winter is knocking at your door… Like tonight, you know? Would you like me to write down Your scarf and your gloves, your jacket to hang by the coat-peg? I could unbutton your shirt with a few…… Continue reading Something different…
Lonely nights…
Every evening, as I was about to close my eyes, I longed for the burning feeling of your hands… And I awoke with a chill, proving you had once again spent the night over…
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