Housekeeping and organizing some old poems. Most of these appeared, if I remember, at one time or another on twitter. I don’t have a twitter anymore and it doesn’t matter, if they are here then maybe someone will read them. Probably an Ai tool (derogatory). 😉
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You smell like home –
There in the crook of your neck
where your hair tickles my nose
You taste like home –
There in the dip of your lip
where my tongue traces your mouth
You moan like home –
There between the divide of my thighs
where your mouth feasts
I’ll never leave home
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Shed your clothes
Come closer to me
Let my tongue taste your skin
Whisper against my lips and fan your fingers through my hair
Alone with you is all that matters
Come closer to me
Wear just a smile
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What if I were pretty
Would you think of me as art
Would you gaze on my with awe
Would you thumb my weathered frame
And find my cracks a masterpiece
What if I were pretty
Would you adore my crooked smile
Would you stroke your tongue across my mouth
Would I be your flavour
What if I were pretty
Would you wipe my tears away
Would you lick the salty trail
Would you say you were sorry and promise not again
What if I were pretty
Would you see me then
What if I were pretty
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Will you take me to the museum and pin me to the wall? Will you finger me under the alcove and whisper in my ear? Will you use your brush to paint my cum upon cock? Will you use your tongue to drench our canvas?
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What a beauty you are
My desire to etch poetry on your skin
A canvas of your body
Written with my touch
So soft and silky to the bone
Let me find the words
That will guide me home
Your skin memorialized
A haiku between your thighs
You are a naked feast
You are my masterpiece
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Soft curves
Long since taut
Soft smile
Long since kissed
Soft eyes
Long since gazed upon
Soft hands
Long since held
Hazy digits on the calendar
Fading beauty in the mirror
and fringe memories of bold romance
Softness all around
Waiting to regain focus
Won’t you take my picture
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I am an ordinary woman
Not quite pretty as a peach
Nor new as a penny
I am an ordinary woman
Soft as a feather
Sweet as the tea
I am an ordinary woman
With fire in my eyes
If only you can see
I am an ordinary woman
Knelt on my knees
Wrap your fingers around me
I am an ordinary woman
Your control is my release
Share it with me
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Command me
Guide my lips
Bee stained
Supple and full
I struggle but am immobile
I am not afraid
Grasp my neck
Stroke your thumb to the hum of my pulse
I belong to you
In the dark
A gasp
A moan
Imbued with your scent
Kiss me in
Taste me
Of honey an salt
My body undulates to your demand
I can not see
But feel no greater ecstasy
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I’m a saint, I’m an angel
I’m a devil, I’m a whore
Mouth of a sinner, tongue of a demon
Kiss of a seraph, desire of a goddess
I am a favourite of the idols
One part heaven, one part hell
Ready on my knees
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Will you write a poem with the brush of your finger
Will you write a poem with the measure of your voice
Will you write a poem with the lick of your tongue
Will you write a poem with the silk of your tie
Will you write a poem with a push inside my dreams
Will you write a poem with the stretch of my heart
Will you write a poem with my screams
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Her bow shaped mouth
Turned down slightly
That made her look sad
Her ripe top lip
Painted and glossed
Tempted and teased
It begged to be bit
The warmth of her tongue
Tasted his love
She moaned a sweet note
More sweetly than most
Her bow shaped mouth
Now upward it curved
It beamed from the joy
And kissed as it sinned
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🩷 Be good
Gingerly 