Morning
by Mark R Slaughter
The eye came out –
A lust for scouting
Lips were swollen –
Geared for pouting
Over breasts
That hardly shouted
Loud enough
To catch the eye
That caught the curve
Traversing buttocks
Emphasising all that’s
Full and round
And smooth of skin
To usher in
The eagerness of closing palm
And animated fingers
Feeding on the flesh
To please
Then ease the legs
And seize the opportunity
To come inside
Another happy day.
Copyright ©: Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
End of the poem
15 random poems
- One Great Christmas Verse, Three Incomparable Gifts
- Song For The Severed Head In `The King Of The Great Clock Tower’ by William Butler Yeats
- Аля Кудряшева – Зима застыла среди теней
- The Monastery Of Life by Vaishnavi Prakash
- Monsters under the bed by Thomas J Camp
- Asleep by Wilfred Owen
- Street Song by Sylvia Plath
- Иван Бунин – Пустыня, грусть в степных просторах
- Олег Бундур – Время со Светой
- Bad News by William Barnes
- Robert Burns: Had I The Wyte? She Bade Me:
- Zero by Robert Creeley
- Ode On A Grecian Urn poem – John Keats poems
- Goddess by Samuel Stephen Wakdok
- Владимир Британишский – Били в армии, в школе, в столице, в селе
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
