Erogenous Poems |
...to Be Expected
Pathological search of beauty Dominant LifeLife is a tease, She tickles me, beckons me closer... understands me better than I'll ever know her suspends my breath with callused fingers, begging for release, straining for remnants of a breath that lingers while her fancy is met... this asphyxiation satiated mostly despite my will... how good it will feel, respite her thrill... to breathe freely enough to kiss her lips witness release from pain again. she teaches pristine scruples and to her pupils, no authority is efficacy but she preaches necessity toying with the absolute needs of hardened souls and minds and the heart that bleeds never seduced, but always bound to her promises and is so reduced to an amusing and ironic appreciation of her beauty Erogenous Inverse Haikumy mind is erogenous and would like to know if it could feel you up, babe Sheet HaikuTandem, whole accents white checkers and the pinstripes textured hair pillows Audible RomanceI wish I knew your eyes in a passionate stare, Your breath breathing hot on my cheek, to witness my fingers adrift in your hair a kiss leaves you breathless to speak I burn that to explore your neck with my lips and cherish your body with mine to embellish our love with just fingertips, taste skin in sips sweeter than wine. I cry to nuzzle my head soft on your breasts, and awake to a delicate touch, tongues that explore with lugubrious quests Pounding heartbeats in immaculate hush I pain to share my vision of beauty in the instant you enter the room, heated thoughts that your being incites inside me to die with your heart as my tomb. I shall fall for my hands clutching your waist, to understand in how you delight in cradling my every move in your sweet embrace and knowing just us for the night. I break but to wander down your spine with your face as a guide for caress your hands with the tenderness I would know with mine and to savor our state of undress To feel as our bodies strain to feel, to love as the air fills the lung, the fictional romances suddenly real in melodies composed to be duet sung But to love on the level that I relate, is to have my love loving me too and to convince her of passion is tempting the fates for she sees other men to pursue. Valentine's 2002It's a Valentine's Night steeped of physics and chess... and off my chest the chess directs the burdens of life, the singleness of existence and pathetic educational strife. t's a Valentine's Night for no record books... relatively boring, bringing pleasure from the measure of the universal metric tensor. It's a quirky poem to underscore the misty colour that titillates titular tendencies in my heart's tawdry tensing tendons... the burst of creative adrenaline carousing the parlor of my mind... and sprinting full speed whilst taunting my need for romantic feasting feeds on the potentials of the room. Mmmm... tonight no hot, fascinating chicas... nobody to sneak a peak ascending to I speak my mind and once again I'm proven wrong but I like it when I find the long path to solve the eternal quandary. It's the best question for a Valentine's Day ending with laundry. |