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When you have withdrawn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
- Days Too Short by William Henry Davies
- A Conceit by Maya Angelou
- OPTIONS by Satish Verma
- Epigram Addressed to an Artist by Robert Burns
- Still Life by Piera Chen
- The Woddy Hollow by William Barnes
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Запретный плод
- It’s no use by Sappho
- Ulysses poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Николай Гербель – Введение к поэме
- Николай Языков – Элегия (Ночь безлунная звездами)
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Элегия (Мысль в разлуке с вещим сном)
- Tatiana’s Letter poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Resurgam
- Sonnet 8: Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly? by William Shakespeare
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).
