Bodies

Embalmed

dust off, broken brushes,

ruined makeup

suffocate in your sleep

Dream about love

Does he kiss your forehead…

when he says goodnight?

Or smell your hair below the ears?

Around your neck

before he whispers your name,

to say he loves you

The emptying air from your lungs

To inhale a wet kiss

When lips meet and speak the language of one

Desires are unfolding sheets

Yet winding

Around warm bodies

Where hands sketch smooth skin…

Between the thighs

The river that flows upstream

And the falls of milky waters

Sigh to catch your last breath

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Scribbles

Edges of a pen,

Warm hands

Ruined paper

The language of love

Trying to write about you

My mind is a haze…

lost in senses

I can still feel your touch on my skin

Smooth and cold,

Exhilarating

We never forget the sunset,

Or the sunrise

It is your smile

Tranquility is an ocean…

looking deep into your eyes

It won’t stop

Warm bodies,

The mating dance

In a November rain,

The rose petals are heavy…

with dew from silent sighs

Fantasies are ecstasies

Swimming in the depth of the river between

succubus 

My mind is unknown 

to freedom, 

what it smelt, 

tasted, felt, 

or looked like 



I smell my blood

around her chains 

on my neck

like a hound 

I sniff her loins



I feel the lashes,

on my back

What runs in my veins? 

Lust

the pleasurable pains



Drunk on her essence

Oh! It boils inside 

Her robust body 

Her smooth skin 

Wrapped in my large hands

like faces of twin golden bulbs



They are warm and gratifying 

soft to the touch

like her gaze into my dark eyes 

her whispers, 

To the tempo of dancing hearts

she is enchanting 



Celestial,

my master

Her Majesty 

She drinks from my heart

the essence of my youth 

Barmaid

Like a part of me
She hums in my head

The sound of her giggles
Waves of whispers
Spinning my mind into a frenzy.

I see her face
Flashes of her smile
Her free  eyes luscious
A barmaid

A short skirt
Smooth legs
Pumped up bosoms
The glass in her hands
And the scarlet liquid inside

How drunk I must be
Or rather foolish to the end
Of the last drop
From the bottle of desire
My lustful heart,
Longing for the taste of her soul

“One more,” I say
Until it’s dawn
Maybe not enough is forever
With her refraction in my glass,
I can live through the day
Until it’s dark,
When I walk into, her doors again

Phantoms

The demon in me
Check the shell and spill it’s secrets
Like and egg on a bare rock,
Before the sun for the world to see

The mind is an inferno
Ballads of the dead echo
Within the classics of the ancient
The winding chains around my heart

Pour me some blood
Quench this lust
And sooth my lust
The loins of a young maiden I long

To feel the warmth of her skin
With the sweat running on my back
Her veins pumped on her neck
And my fangs flashing in the moonlight

The death of flower
Withering with each kiss
Lies another body on my chest
The phantoms in my dreams

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The shrink and the poet

A shrink she is,
To my troubled self
Swirling thoughts,
blurry silhouettes,
Beautiful shadows,
Cast by a twilight

She smiles like it’s sunset,
Resting cordially in a sofa,
Cross legged, hands on the knees

Her neck straight,
That I see blood pumping in her vein
At pace slightly above normal

I swear I would kiss it softly
Like a vampire, letting her feel my warm breath,
Onto her moisten skin,
While I smell her youth,
Like strawberries, red and luscious

Crazy i am,
But truly I know
That I need her next to me,
And not across a glass table,
Reflecting a magnificent sculpture of beauty,

But our bodies kissing,
Sharing sweat and warmth
Her voice melodic, echoing
And Her smell filling my lungs to the soul
Elating into bliss
And moaning in ecstasy

And yet, she fights the urge,
To claw across the table
Biting her lip salaciously
Listening to the words of a deranged poet
Luring his prey for a kill

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