Poem: To Be Truly Loved

Are we merely The sum of Our body parts?   Admired solely For the tautness Of our behinds Rather than The depths Of our minds   Prized simply For the fullness Of our bosoms Rather than The richness Of our hearts   Coveted For the curvature Of our form And the pleasure Of our sex But not quite The content Of our character    Our inner beauty Banished into the shadows Along with ...

Poetry Erotica No.1: The Fifty Shades of Desire

Cover my eyes

With the silky red satin

Let my every being

Embrace the darkness

Strap my hands

To the cold hard steel

Let me feel

The chill dance across

My naked skin

Let the smell of leather

Consume all my senses

As I surrender

To all of your demeanors

Probing me

With your luscious tongue

Tasting me

With your ravenous mouth

Hear the crack

Of the tender whip

Searing its mark

On my yearning flesh

Every slash burns

Every touch sizzles

Master becomes servant

Servant becomes Mistress

Roles interchanged and teased


Exquisite torments

Mate with

Painful pleasures


Every shade of our desire.


Underneath her manicured nails lie The fragments of filth Years she spent clawing From the all-consuming guilt Like a sheath hooked onto its prey Her marriage wraps and traps Until every breath from every single follicle Perishes into tiny particles Cutting into her flesh Battering her face Behind closed doors Muffled cries No one hears Hope cinders Like specks of joy Before they flicker Into dust and darkness Lifelessness twitches Like hopelessness Her form has ...

The Prison That Fear Made and We the willing captives

Memories fade But the pain echoes Wounds heal But Fears reign The way forward Muddled with Self-Doubts And Disillusionment Of Lessons Learnt And those We need to Un-Learn The road ahead lies Like a mirage So close And yet so far Dwelling in Self-imposed Prisons Like good little girls Suffering becomes Our medal of courage Disturbing the silence Of the tombs in our heart When all is said and done We only have misery for company For we have been ...


Words How they injure and maim The depth of each cut Slices through every vein Of our throbbing hearts Inflicting pains Without wounds A Bloodless massacre Surmounts All our scars Whence do they Reap such powers? Do hate and anger prey On innocent flowers Before they could bloom? Without warning They beguile and dazzle The unsuspecting minds Provoking the rise and fall Of raptured emotions Weaving beauty into every line Embedding soft caresses Into every whispered verb Reigning ...

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