Poem: Blind Date, Take Two

JANE'S STORY Sheepishly saying no, Silently saying yes. Maybe I should go, He might pass the test. His name was Joe, Showed up in his Sunday best. A striking polka dot bow, Combined with a yellow vest. Superficial? Me? No! Neither am I blind. Yes? Fine, I'll let the outfit go, But dude keeps staring at my breasts! Sheepishly saying ...

Poem: Our Human Addiction

Photo from SMT's Travel Journal Our Human Connection Is my addiction. We catch glimpses  Of one another Echoing each other  Through this cyberspace. With click, a like and a share The dots connect in a flash Knowing me is seeing yourself Knowing you is seeing myself. This human interaction A lesson in Compassion Beauty in Transcendence. We live for that validation From each proclamation Our mutual adoration Fuels our inspiration. You ...

Poem: Will you fuck me?

I wish I could say What I really want to say If I so much as smile You would see me as too eager If I so much as insinuate You'd deprecate my state The Games we play Like an elaborate chase To risk the shame And bare myself To forsake my sanity And consummate our ecstasy Will you fuck me  And still respect me? OR Will you tag me ...

Poem: Sanctioned Silence

I will keep quiet I promise No one will ever hear About the cobwebs and lies  All the closets Will be nailed shut No skeletons within sight No one will ever know The mirrors will never show How pretty little bows  Morphed into merciless ropes Tightening the screws Marking the bruises My soul undone They will never learn Of fresh horrors  That scream behind Bolted closed doors Frightful speeches Held new hostages Coercing obedience Take back ...

Poem: The Last Goodbye

Their fingers touched As they sat apart In St. James's Park As the birds flew above Their silence stowed Throes of  unutterable desires His finger caressed Her naked hand Laid bare solely for him Every touch masks A flurry of  kisses And timeless embraces Each stroke ignites A million waves Burning through their veins Magnifying their passion Intensifying this occasion This time tomorrow She will become  Another man's Bride.    

Poem: What’s Left of Us?

We go through life Chasing after fame and success Mistaking material accomplishments For our highest dreams, Making ends meet Only to be pulled And torn apart From those we love. There is never Enough time - From the break of day To the dark of night, We lose  our sense Of priorities, Endearing work above life and love Displacing home and families Forgetting dates Anniversaries, And birthdays. Tabling contracts, deadlines, Meetings and endless Business trips With our ...

Poetry Erotica No.7: Lyrical Desire

  The hours tick As every second bleeds Into the darkness thick And the music begins   His fingers strumming Along the white ivories Plucking every melody From the strings Of my clamoring heart  Drumming against Every vein of my desire Rubbing my clit afire    Every note Ignites each button Every key he touches My body torches   Breathlessness Sweeps over me  A burning mess Is all I’ve become   I want to feel Me Submerged Deep into His World   I ...

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