AftershockIt’s like a storm.Aftershock1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
He touches me like lightning, and I feel the electricity.
Sparks exploding around our bodies every single time,
yet every time he shocks me.
He is the rain pounding on me, pouring into me.
And my screams of pleasure, the thunder.
It’s like a volcano.
He is so hot, smoky red hot lava hot.
Spicy, sizzling, blistery heat, always raising my temperature,
and I melt when I am near him.
Burning me with his passion, and then he erupts,
setting a blazing fire inside me.
It’s like a tornado.
Strong, and powerful, my heart races when I see him.
He plays with me, my head spinning like a carnival ride,
until I beg him to let me get off.
And he gets me off with dumbfounding ability,
leaving complete destruction in his path.
It’s like an earthquake.
Rocking me, he shakes up my world.
His violent vibrations making me quiver,
as the walls come crashing down around us.
And when it’s all over I continue to tremble for hours,
What if you never knew me?What if you never knew me, what if we never met? What would your life be like? Would it beWhat if you never knew me?1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
wonderfully great, or full of deep regret?
What if we didn't talk for that long night, when you were going through all that stress? Would
your night be so much better, or end up in greater, bigger mess?
What if I never bumped into you on the street, just by chance like before? Would you have
gave me the smile you did that day, or just sulk from your pain more and more?
What if I never replied to your message, or even should back "Hello"? Would you still be on your
high from that moment, or sink to an all time low?
What if we never had dinner, and I walked you back to your home? Would you have had a good
time, or would something happen when you were all alone?
What if you never knew me, before I died and you went to my funeral and grave? Would you
feel sorry and shed a tear, or just sigh and leave without saying even your name?
What if you never knew me, what would my
Tainted White wings tainted with bloodTainted4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Flowers are dirt, and dirt becomes mud
A sword in one hand, becomes terror in another