Deer in headlights,
Sublime emanations and elevations
Poet pierced earnestly
By an artist’s flair
For the unknown and the unusual.
A rabbit in a hole,
Ready to eat your secret garden.
Shhhhh…
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Tag: erotic poetry
Daddy’s Love
Eat me for breakfast
A light midday meal
An afternoon delight
A delectable dinner
A midnight hankering
Obediently ready, quick-witted little kitten.
Sit, kneel, lie, spread, swallow.
Quiet, still…
Yours once, twice, again, forever.
To have and to hold,
To finger and to fuck
Faithfully.
VERSION FRANÇAISE
Fais de moi ton déjeuner
Un petit encas à midi
Un délice d’après-midi
Un dîner délectable
Une envie de minuit
Obéissante à souhait, petite minette toujours prête.
Assis, à genoux, couché, écarte, avale.
Silence, immobile…
Tienne d’abord, ensuite, encore, toujours.
A avoir et à garder,
A doigter et à baiser
Fidèlement.
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Winter Comings
Rituals
of stories and studies
Worship
soft bodies in hard positions
Feasts
of the flesh and fortune
Celebrate
sacred kinships and moons
Discoveries
of gentle love and tighter hands
Cuddle
red cheeks and dripping mascara
Dances
of sex witches in frozen gardens
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Mistress Magic
I see you
I love you
I feel you
I breathe you.
You are mine
You are hers
You are the world’s
You are beautiful.
I know you
I crave you
I desire you
I devour you.
Two halves to your whole,
We hold you close.
Heart safe and warm,
Between the sheets of passion and love.
Sleep sound darling,
Sweet Repose.
Always beside you,
When I’m nowhere near.
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Weight
On supported grounds we lose our footing
angling and dangling towards the unknown
waters below blue and black
like bruises we can’t quite place.
Temptations to hold hands,
reassuringly embrace; pull her back to safety
resistance of time, and love.
There is no momentum when gears stick
just a simple necessity of lubrication
risk, develop, shine.
Properly oiled machines
weight of the world on our shoulders.
Mechanical creatures,
powerful feats of engineering,
no longer Puppets, always Puppeteers.
Dance, cry, love, fuck
never devoid of choice.
Elements in our grasp forming a whole
living, breathing, dying.
Bearings.
Find, Use
or Fall.
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Sous la lune
A la tendresse de la lune,
J’entrelacerai tes doigts dans les miens
Afin de mieux sentir résonner
La fréquence de ton âme.
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Small Truths
Gentle words
hard touch
pull me closer,
hold me down
My neck at your mercy
diligently breaking
to rebuild ourselves anew
primal needs met
with moans and bruises.
Spread, lick, fuck
enter, exit, fill
understand.
Beautiful love, sweet caresses
gracious deliverance
abandonment in lust,
true natures present
Through growing pains
fulfilment
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Breakfast is served
Eat me
Drink me
Smell me
Savour me
Devour my every particle
Integrate me into your universe
So I can be your star and your satellite
Tickle me
Lick me
Finger me
Fuck me
So I can overflow
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Letters For My Lovers 