Her beauty crept through her bones and oozed through her pores.
As she spoke gold dripped from her tongue and fire spit from her lips
The Panther in the shadows walked with grace and certainty
Hungry for attention, affection, and a spark to ignite her life she pawed down every compliment thrown at her
She satisfied to be unsatisfied. To simply exist in the darkness where there was very little to hurt her and even less to make her happy
......
[Wine]...one glass, tipsy...
with his hand pressing her waist
close to his body, she feels
comfortable, desirable, warm, drunk
with pleasure in his leading arms,
......
On broken pavements, I walk.
The unsounding sounded.
Unto you, I come, but pass by.
Further you go, then I turn back.
The sentimental upon my ears,
Just another memento of what I want,
You.
Is being lost in your absence, love too?
What about indecisiveness in your presence?
......
The night blushes to adorn your blouse,
Don’t you wish it came off?
The dawn shies away, prolonging.
Hence, the sensual calling,
all to myself
is where I want you.
Come a little closer,
I’ll give you something your body can vibrate about.
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Reclining on our backs,
we wonder at the sky.
You point to the abyss of potentiality,
and, tracing her tattoos
with your hand in the air, mutter,
There, like the closing
to some sacred ceremony were we've
united halves into wholes, and suddenly
......
The poet in me has been stirred to write in poetry
the great feelings of ecstasy when my lovely Muse I see.
Such idealised womanhood portrayed as a goddess,
dressed as only a woman could and festooned in loveliness.
Draped in grace and grandeur, with beauty everlasting,
her charming shape and splendour, all Muses surpassing.
He stood there in the presence of such divinity
seduced by the very essence of her femininity.
......
What have I done?
The heart opens, the mind wanders,
I fret I will be shown once more the fool.
No matter, enjoy the moment, tomorrow there may be pain.
¿Qué he hecho?
El corazón se abre, la mente divaga,
Me preocupa que se me muestre una vez más al tonto.
No importa, disfruta el momento, mañana puede haber dolor.
Throwing my black girl magic your way.
Bending and snapping, (in blonde legalese)
Picking up the instrument of seduction,
aim- unfettered by distraction
Thump on the barren sand
my efforts land.
The love that stays where it's put.
Broken boomerang.
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She was always lurking in the shadows of my mind.
As I entertained the thoughts of her she would come out to play.
She coyly ran and hid as fast as I wished to regain focus.
I never quite understood why she had stayed for so long.
At least that was until I realized I had never asked for her to go away.
[Wine]...one glass, tipsy...
with his hand pressing her waist
close to his body, she feels
comfortable, desirable, warm, drunk
with pleasure in his leading arms,
......