My fatigue can be an insatiable mistress with an appetite of bottomless depths. Her eyes haunt with a comforting luster promising deliverance from despair. The kiss of this exhaustive succubus is not one of an infinite release, but is instead promises a tiny death. She begs me to take her and in turn be taken…
Category: Romance
Merry
What does being merry mean? Is it as simple as feeling intensely happy With a smile that’s three miles wide? No. That definition doesn’t suit my fancy. Sure, extreme delight is quite the sight But I don’t believe feeling overjoyed is necessary. Excitement and elation are good and fun. But they tend to obscure serenity….
Diligence for Womanness
The sweetest allure of wildflowers strikes my nerves so critically There is no dismissing it’s call for recognition. A beautiful siren can shipwreck the best captain And a succubus can seduce the most devout holy man. But my undying weakness is that of a responsible woman. Her dainty way of dancing through my head inspires…
Grace
She must be the most daintiest gal And I the most luckiest pal; That together we dance, Laugh around as we prance. No two others have been so compatible. 15 January 2018
Ode to my Mockingbird
Right from the start you shot to my heart And struck my core like you were mining for ore. Aiming for the rungs I have left strung you plucked And together we danced, rising above the floor. From the south to the north we traversed the shore Scouring ourselves and each other inside and…
Château de Chambord
Adorned in crimson and being most civil A man from Palermo, Knight of Hospital, Was stationed on high for he was vigil. The Cross of Malta was his enshrined sigil. There once was a day when tending his post A noise tickled his ears. He heard an echo below. This feminine chime rang all through…
Tropique du Capricorne
How it feels to be graced with such powerful sentiments; Sweet in scent, but not innocent. There’s a crack in the sky, and the heavens are torn. Ozone in the air can foretell of a storm. This one not of chaos or pain, but the release from a strain. “Relax” and “let go”, she tells…
Rose Rosada
Soft warm velvet blossoms of solemn. He sensed it, her heart, beating in tune, But wayward and aloft like snowflakes in June. After all things were early. Beginning transitions. Still chilly at night were the pre-spring breezes. Every night her fiery light scorched even the moon. 29 February 2016
Bathe
Smoke in the vents and ash in the tub. The air around here is sultry. Her hair fits my hand like a glove. Bask in the warmth and remember to breath. There’s no such thing as relaxed enough. Loose yourself to your thoughts. Get sucked into the procession. Don’t hold your breath too long lest…
Presence
Don’t deny yourself the present. This gift is meant for you. Every second’s Heaven sent. My love, it beats so true. Tolling away each second’s spent. I’ll spend my all I choose. Not as tithes, but in good tidings. This is what I bring to you. 19 December 2015
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