Tag: Erotic

Witching

  Our intimacy is a witch It casts a desire—which Moves me to no words Immobilizes me into A multiple oneness, To stillness, which yearns for… The witch of our movement   Advertisements

Sweet Weed

  The flesh of my lover’s body Still taut within memory’s touch That distance shaped my femininity Her sweet, sweet, large lips, appeared As a succulent rooted plant Which allowed me into her meadow To traverse the yard, to stretch within the clover Tasting…

Laminate Is A Pervert

  Don’t snuggle with a rug Unless properly vacuumed And groomed Hardwoods are bit ornery but shine right up When waxed with love Hook Shag up with a van They’re meant for each other Indoor Outdoor likes it both ways Tiles are squares, most…

Washcloths Are Scrubs

  A bath towel knows the raw and rude truth Which in most cases Is not a good thing A paper towel gets wet Easily. Then it’s all over In one or two short wipes A kitchen towel thinks they’re fancy schmancy But is…

Never Smooch A Brooch

    Always walk arm and arm With a purse. They’re insecure And get addicted to junk Don’t listen to babbling bracelets They get caught up in the apparel Never hang out with a trashy trinket Necklaces will fool you With spoiled-ass sweet talk…

Flannel Likes Your Grandma

  Comforters are insecure Blankets hide in between secrets Muffling the truth of the matter Pillows make lewd suggestions To any side of the head That happens to take an interest Sheets are cold at first Until they warm up to you King, Queen,…

Vastness

Moons hug tightly to their brightened lovers, never letting go, gravity keeping them together. Stars and galaxies fill the void around them, flying farther and farther apart. Their vast emptiness is not an increase in solitude. The darkness is full of energies. Sometimes I…

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