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When you have withdrawn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
- Holding my heart for YOU by Neelam Sinha
- Федор Сологуб – Во внутреннем дворе отеля
- Константин Бальмонт – Мудрецы говорят
- Sonnet VIII. To My Brothers poem – John Keats poems
- Night Shift by Sylvia Plath
- The Masters
- at_the_zoo.html
- Fancy In Nubibus, Or The Poet In The Clouds by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- Writing Strategy: On Getting Inspired Everyday
- No Regrets by Muralidharan Mudaliar
- Владимир Костров – Письмо в никуда
- Francis II, King of Naples poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Not Love Perhaps
- Feeling Lucky to Be Irish
- Back To The Border
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).
