oh how My will Seeks expression Through your flesh My lips And tongue would Kiss my intentions Into the damp, warm Places of you Drink each glistening Drop My hands would Compose hymns To the divine With each pinch Stroke Sliding them slow Exploring the Throb of your Need and calling It into the air … Continue reading A Deep Kiss
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As you walk across the room.
Photo by Andre Moura on Pexels.com The sight of you In motion Giving voice To the divine Feminine Calling through The bland cream of Culture To the primal masculine Stripping me of empty Words filling the void With animal laughter The curves Draw out the divine drug Of lust and like the lupine tides Of … Continue reading As you walk across the room.
A violent imagination
Photo by Aidan Roof on Pexels.com I sit, at a deskWalk through a parkSmiling to passersbyIn my head though,Oh god, in my headYou’re beautifully dishevelledGlowing with sweat,Raised up, put on a pedestal,Glistening with filthYou taste so delightful in my head todayDarling, I respect youWhich is why I’m man enoughTo give you what you need.And as … Continue reading A violent imagination
As you walk across the room.
Photo by Andre Moura on Pexels.com The sight of you In motion Giving voice To the divine Feminine Calling through The bland cream of Culture To the primal masculine Stripping me of empty Words filling the void With animal laughter The curves Draw out the divine drug Of lust and like the lupine tides Of … Continue reading As you walk across the room.
A violent imagination
Photo by Aidan Roof on Pexels.com I sit, at a deskWalk through a parkSmiling to passersbyIn my head though,Oh god, in my headYou’re beautifully dishevelledGlowing with sweat,Raised up, put on a pedestal,Glistening with filthYou taste so delightful in my head todayDarling, I respect youWhich is why I’m man enoughTo give you what you need.And as … Continue reading A violent imagination
Correcting Grammar
Photo by W R on Pexels.com I write poemsOn your skinSonnets against theSoft skin of yourThighsComposing upwardsTo what is mineTongue haikuBut I forget how manySyllablesUntil you reach and take myHead in your handsCorrecting my grammarAnd you askPermission to replyAnd on sheetsDripping sweetYour voiceGrows louderThan mine
MB Blissett 