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Rich in Love?

We've all been there

I used to be rich once, Until I fell in love, It hit me like a bowling ball, Falling from above.   She was spending lots of money, But I was too blind to see Until before I knew it, It was rags that clothed me.   But still by love I was blinded, And yearn...

Call me Desiree

the teasing cat call poem of a slutty woman looking for release and freedom thru the erotic

Free me   Strip me of name Of clothing Of my good sense Touch me so that I can feel free Let your pleasure  be my pleasure   Free me I beg you Please So many hours Dressed in a mask So much make up and  propriety I want to be slutty  and free   I want  to...

How Do I Love Thee?

Elizabeth Barrett Browning answered in her Sonnet 43, this is my answer.

A poet once said, “How do I love thee?”She went on to explain all the waysHow do I love thee?I couldn’t explain though I talk to the end of days When we are togetherMy world spins aroundHolding you closeMy feet leaving the ground When we part I say, “I lo...

Sweet peach, nectar floods   Rough hands, soft to touch Soil me now, budding flower Delve deep, deeper still   Push down, push harder One trail, across my chin A fountain lavish, from within Mouths to open, holes to fill   Loud sky, thick air   Dip slow,...

Don't Miss Me

The love that burns brightest also burns quickest

Souls recognised from afarLike a comet approaching a starWhen we got close we burst into lifeSlicing your space and leaving a scarA home in my heart cut with a knife. Not like binaries, close foreverBut tied with a cord nothing could severI caught your ta...

The Ungrateful Valentine

A small tale of unrequited love

On Monday he did bring a rose,  A wretched floral stink,  Emerald leaves, a thorny stem And horrid petals pink.    "Please marry me" he did proclaim,  He really made a scene.  With shuttered eyes and turn-ed cheek  My response was quite serene.    Chocola...

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After it's over and there's nothingbut the crushing winter quiet that I can almost hold as a touchstone,there are no silver points of stars,nothing but the falling snow as I remember what I should have said. Words that may never bring you home,I don't kno...