singingintherain

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Query

Submitted by on December 18, 2017 (2 months ago)
Posted in Poem: English | Categories: Erotic | Tags:

Good sir, pray tell
What is it about her
That makes your flame swell
Is it her courtly locks of hair
That dances to your rhythm of despair
Her skin of porcelain and dusk
That furnishes you with warmth whenever you ask
Her playful and passion-speckled lips
That trembles against your finger tips
Or is it her beckoning eyes
That turns your words to lullabies

But she is of the earth and the sea
Her youth will betray her and flee
Her petals will wither
And the taste of her leaves will turn bitter
Her pages will wrinkle
And her bind will grow brittle
Time will tarnish her demeanor
Until all that’s left in the mirror
Are her grains and bare disposition
Her beliefs and comprehension

What happens when her honey becomes bland
Will her hymns of wit still enchant your mind?
When the years finally take its toll
Will her words be able to kindle your soul?
And when the beauty departs,
Will her mind be enough
To satiate the hunger in your heart?

Good sir, pray tell
What is it about her
That makes your flame swell
If it is just the flesh you are craving
And nothing more beyond her bearing
You will lose her like a sunken ship
No matter how hard you tighten your grip
So surrender her before you shatter her monument
For she deserves more than just cheap sentiment...

Take Me To You

Submitted by on December 5, 2017 (2 months ago)
Posted in Poem: English | Categories: Erotic | Tags:


Do not take me to the make-believe paradise
Where happiness is fleeting and made up of unforgiving lies
Do not give in to insincere promises of just bliss
We will only end up in maudlin self-pity, I tell you this

Do not take me high up to the clouds
Only to be brought back down to the ground
Our fall will be inevitable as clouds turn into rain
The earth will laugh from our unsettling cries of pain

Do not take me to the stars nor the moon
There, where no trees or grass, not even flowers bloom
They only twinkle and shine in mere pretense
Luring you to their dark blanket of deafening silence

Instead, take me to the whirling wonders of your dreams
Sing to me about your cherished novels and films
Free the spirit imprisoned behind your facade and disguise
Even just a glimpse of your truth for now will suffice

Take me to the untold stories of your troubled mind
My grip will not loosen whatever fiasco I may find
Pull me down to the deepest parts of your sea of thoughts
Walk me through the frontiers of the scars from the battles you’ve fought

Take me to the complexity of the depths of your soul
Let my senses be kissed and needled by your crystals of amphibole
Uncover the contours of your anguish and sorrow
Allow me to be your solace and hold you till it be morrow

Take me to the corners of your skin where no one has been
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