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
- Игорь Северянин – Парижские Жоржики
- Николай Заболоцкий – Небесная Севилья
- General William Booth Enters into Heaven by Vachel Lindsay
- Владимир Маяковский – Последний баронишко (Главполитпросвет №324)
- Know thy SELF by Neelam Sinha
- The Fires by Rudyard Kipling
- Яков Полонский – Песня циганки
- The Gardener XL: An Unbelieving Smile by Rabindranath Tagore
- Алексей Николаевич Толстой – Осеннее золото
- Oh fair enough are sky and plain poem – A. E. Housman
- Владимир Маяковский – Помните
- Gone
- On Pilgrimage
- Epitaph for Mr. Walter Riddell by Robert Burns
- Ок Мельникова – Профессия рок-звезда
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).
