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
- Mingus At The Showplace by William Matthews
- Николай Заболоцкий – Бетховен
- Dirge For A Joker by Sylvia Plath
- Михаил Кузмин – Вы молчаливо-нежное дитя
- Poems, Potatoes by Sylvia Plath
- Гавриил Державин – Поминки
- To A Young Writer by Yvor Winters
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Метель
- Winter – The Fourth Pastoral, or Daphne poem – Alexander Pope
- tomorrow is already past… by Steve Troyanovich
- Владимир Британишский – Царство – одно, но России-то – две
- Over the Carnage. by Walt Whitman
- Mad Pirate Marmaduke by Ross D Tyler
- Василий Жуковский – К ней
- Николай Гумилев – Как труп, бессилен небосклон
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).
