Your hands easy
weight, teasing the bees
hived in my hair, your smile at the
slope of my cheek. On the
occasion, you press
above me, glowing, spouting
readiness, mystery rapes
my reason
When you have withdrawn
your self and the magic, when
only the smell of your
love lingers between
my breasts, then, only
then, can I greedily consume
your presence.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- The Wistful Lady by Thomas Hardy
- Василий Жуковский – Моя богиня
- Ancient Music poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Vaishnavi Prakash – Vaishnavi Prakash
- Николай Языков – Прими ты мой поклон заздравный
- WHAT ASYLUM! by Satish Verma
- A Charm by Rudyard Kipling
- Robert Burns: The Raptures Of Folly:
- Orchard by Nijole Miliauskaite
- Balloons by Sylvia Plath
- Lifetime Of Death by Steve Sant
- Sonnet CXXXVIII by William Shakespeare
- Низами Гянджеви – Влюбленных порицают все
- Омар Хайям – Небо кушак, что облек изнуренный мой стан
- A Winter Ride poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
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).