Dream A Dream Of Me...Dream a dream of me, my lover.Dream A Dream Of Me...10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let me into your dreams tonight.
Let me make love to you from
the depths and corners of your mind.
Dream a dream of me, my lover.
Let me kiss your mind and soul.
Let my caresses ease you into sleep,
and let my heart reach out to you.
Dream a dream of me, my sweet.
Let me make out with you in your sleep,
and take you on the velvet astral plane.
Let my love for you ease your rest.
Dream a dream of me, my sweet.
And as the night flight comes to an end,
awaken knowing that I love you so much.
After all, the best loving is truly in the mind.
If You Want Me...If you want me, I am here.If You Want Me...16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
All that you need do is ask.
For I am here if you want me...
take me to your comfort today.
If you want me, here I am.
I am your's if you so desire.
All you need to do is take me,
kiss me and start enjoying me.
If you want me, I can be your's.
Just take me...and take it all.
Just keep me safe, and never leave...
and I will do the same for you.
If you want me...you know what to do.
Just take me out of love, and only that.
Be it be darkest moon or brightest day,
if you want me, you know the way!
On The Heath...On a blanket we lay,On The Heath...17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
under a tepid Fall sun.
We have happily loved...
now let the breeze cool us.
I smell the heather and sage,
along with your sweet perfume.
Our lunch sits waiting for us,
but it is you I want to devour.
We watch the clouds in the sky
as your body snuggles into mine.
I see many shapes done in white...
was that heart that just passed by?
Ahh, it feels so good to be with you,
on the heath under the Fall sun.
The wind cools us with a loving touch...
refreshing us for the next session.
A Night with a NymphSilhouetted by the welkin veil,A Night with a Nymph5 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A recluse walks in the moonlight pale,
Awaiting a mortal paramour,
Like Calypso on Ogygia’s shore.
This nymph of the forest no mortal could resist,
Possessed of such fairness and perfection she kissed
Her pheromonal beauty lasting through immortal time,
Such siren like voice,
Soothes like nursery rhyme.
We met in the woods on a frost-bitten night,
In the vitreous beams of a lake the moon set alight,
She beckoned from the water’s edge,
Clad in naught but a skirt of sedge,
And with but a glance had drawn me in,
To caress her silken skin.
And as we embraced
She bequeathed me a taste,
Of gnathic nectar from her salacious lips,
Beyond description in its eclipse,
Of all desires ever chased,
And by the waist
I was obliged
From entreating fingers,
To gently trace further splendors laced,
In a cloak of velvet water to cool,
Our torrid and sultry communion,
Proclaiming our rapport in our souls’ union,
For we could have set the whole fore
The Wining NoteThe beat of your presenceThe Wining Note5 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Pounds on the natal drums of the Earth
Like your percussive fist
Plucks its music from my hollowness.
With your magnetism
You play conductor
For this system of
Howling the electric for you.
Lost in the chorus,
Would my scream drown
In the sea of your praises,
A prayer among a hundred,
Unhallowed in the thunderous
Beseeching of your attention?
I am a jealous lamb,
And I will poison the flock
For you to hear me.
A death knoll chimes
From my gnashing teeth
Cutting through the choir;
I clap my hands like mallets
And hobble all your suitors,
Their cries as hollow as a gong.
Deafened by my crescendo,
Their praises are all forgotten
And I am left sailing in triumph.
Elaela desce as ruasEla34 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
com o cigarro roubado
da boca de alguém
e no seu vestido apertado
poupado no tecido
mostra o corpo magro
por ser mais fácil de se ver
com o seu jeito errado de ser
voa alto na viagem improvisada
pela mão de alguém
e segue anestesiada
para o banco de trás
saciando um corpo
morrendo aos poucos
mas ela parece um anjo
presa no corpo de uma mulher
que todos os homens querem
que todas as mulheres desprezam
que todos julgam sem perceber
e ela só quer escapar
das correntes que a prendem
e a magoam mais fundo que o corpo
e na noite
ela chora sozinha
sufoca os lágrimas
num mar de edredões
e já não é boa nem má
porque só sabe ser só
ela só sabe ser só
tão triste e tão suja
tão má e tão pura
nos seus quinze anos
dorme, criança, dorme
que alguém vela o teu sono
deixa o ser grande para depois
dorme criança dorme