A Thousand Kisses

A thousand kisses
to the scars on your heart
A thousand kisses
to cool your fever
to do my part
A thousand kisses
all the wounds to
slowly heal
Your heart I will not steal
A thousand kisses
with a promise
just one
The storm will pass
We'll watch the rise
of the morning sun

Maybe, Maybe

Let's talk it over
Another chance to play
Red Rover
Come over
Let's play seek
Promise not to hide
How 'bout we
Stand beside each other's side
Maybe we can dance
Move together without worrying
the chance

Love Letters

Love letters written on
the night sky
Writ o'er a lonely poet's
heart and mind
Whispering clouds
Twinkling stars
Wishing this love was ours
Instead of just mine

Aphrodite Night

The sheet is slipping
off my shoulder
and I'm writing this
love letter
Sipping my sweet wine
Stretching out a vine
Garnishing every line
Speaking of love
Dreaming of love
Looking out at a broken kingdom
In my lustrous sanctum 
Calling out
My voice lost
where others shout
The door to my boudoir
hanging on one last hinge
Body tinged
in the glow
of one lone candle
My hand caressing the handle
Wax dripping
invitingly
to the satin sheets
crumpled on the floor
In an Aphrodite night
stretching out in soft light

Hot Honey Sweet Tea

One dollop
Two dollop
Add more honey please
Don't tease
Let me sip
Wet my lip
Sugar could take sugar
Sugar
But sugar needs
Something sweeter
Amber, thick sweetness
Uncap your bottle
Let my taste buds
Topple
Let me watch
The sun rise in your eyes
As I sip
Your morning
Hot honey sweet tea
Made especially for me

I Surrender

Twisting and turning
On this cold floor
Letting the words
Slide into me
Calling out for more
Letting the thoughts
Unravel slowly
No more fight to
Put up poorly
No more resistance
To their insistence
Hot, languid persistence

Stretching
Yielding
To words
Looking for a home
I open up
Scratching the surface
Deeper meaning
Going deeper
Deeper
A languid
Sultry
Surrender

Choir Girl

The chorus hall
Now empty
And I'm on stage
Hoarse voice
Still singing
Ears ringing
From the deafening silence
Crumbling to the stage
Dust particles dancing
Mocking
And I'm losing my voice
Still stringing out a melody
Still holding on

Good choir girl
Rehearsing
Letting it out
Even if it comes out
Like a hoarse shout

Dip Me In

Take me to your water
Dip me in
Splash your
Holy roller water
In my face
Let me swallow
The sanctity
Cleanse me
Cover me
Push me under
Pull me up
Take me down
Pull me up
Let the water roll
Let me feel the toll
Take me to the edge
Dry me off
And do it all over again
Dip me in

Clarity

Double vision
Lucid dreaming
Feet burning
As I walk through
Your arid desert
Mirage
Heavy, wavy footsteps
Blinking
I see you still
You're holding my
Blessed tall glass of
Cold water
A smile as warm as the sun
It cools and soothes me
With you
Asking
What took me so long
I touch
For clarity

Let's Play

I'll be anything you want

Wanton waitress
  serving up the
  scandalous taunt
Foxy Fullback
  scratching
  down your line
  bending over
  just in time
Short skirt cheerleader
  jumping up
  jumping down
  cheering your touchdown
Baby doll
  pursed lips
  in between the sips
Dominatrix queen
  tying you up
  holding your head up
  as you drink my
  overfilled cup
  hands & lips
  blurring lines
  obscene
Tiny dancer
  ballet prancer
  plié
  as my legs
  give way
  to your coming day

Let's play
Pique your imagination
Without thought
Without hesitation

Big Girly Girl

Big girly girl
Posting nudies on her
URL
Hot pants hottie
Twitter pic naughty
She's gonna get her followers
Double clicking swallowers
She wants their hands in their pants
Smirking all the while
Little girly girl in the internet world
Tease
Beguile
Playing poetess hostess
She'll soon learn
Hot sweating sweaters burn
Always needing a fix
She'll get lost in the mix

Now she scratches her head
She likes writing poetry
Oh but those erotic pics
Overshadow
Calling her to bed
With another sloppy internet clicking
Ragged dead head

Big girly girl
She'll be a woman soon
Learning the most valuable lesson
Seductive insinuations
Sensuous words that wrap
Making love to the reader's mind
Works better all the time
Disrobing inhibitions
Tying the reader to her bedpost
All the while
An elegant host

If you can paint the picture
In a waiting mind
They'll feel the hot thrust
Coming up from behind
Spilling a seed
As they deliciously read
Wanting more and more
Left with a feeling
Of being stripped to the core

Taurus Moon

Full moon

Pregnant & rising

Green eyes gazing

Halo hazing

Blurred in the mist

The thin veil surrounding

Patient bull waiting

This is my time

This is my mind

Huffing at all who

Dare enter

Most see what they want

Irregular perspective

Mystical mask injective

See what you want

I'll chew the taunt

Only the strong surround me

Dispelling puzzle centering

I am the sister of the moon

You choose

If you swoon

I dance regardless

Naked in the silver light

Pale skin glowing

Taurus moon showing

My hands rising up

Lacey moon reaching down

Taking me to the top

Spiral Dreams

The house beckoned like a long lost lover.  Wide door swinging; spiral staircase dreaming.  Gingerly I walk in.  Cold shadows tickling my skin.  Barefoot and wide-eyed.  Long journey.  Feet tired and weary.  Silent hesitations.  Thought congestions.  Where am I?  Sensing a presence, I step in.  Moving with intuition.  Body floating.  The form at the top of the stairs waiting.  A come-hither cerebral awareness that encompasses me.  Enveloping every fear and vanquishing it all.  Tip-toe go.  No noise, no.  Pads of my feet gripping the floor gingerly.  Sidestepping every creak in the floor boards.  Slender ankle rising to the step.  Catch my breath.  Another rise.  Gripping rail without the coin toss heads or tail.  The coin tinkles on the step - alerting him of my nearness.  Taking a chance for this illustrious dance.  Hips swaying slowly as I continue my journey up.  Warmth filling my inner cup.  I know he's waiting; my feasting beast waiting to sup. 

Spiral staircase dreaming.  Into the dream I dive.  I could get stung or be sweetly lost in the honey bee hive.  It's a chance.  It's a dance.  No prefab moves.  Just lovely, heartwarming grooves.  He's waiting for me to rise.  I take the steps with more courage.  Determination in mine eyes.  He says nothing, so as not to break the spell.  He knows my inner Hell.  Extended hand.  Visceral touch.  A loving demand.  He knows my switch-blade mind.  An inner land mine.  He says nothing.  I rise.  Wanting his touching.  Is it a dream when it continually wraps around me?  Rhetorical questions mean nothing.  Only my steps.  Getting closer.  To him. A lover's rapture.  And I?  I finally feel the need to feel the capture.