Best Huskily Poems

MEMO for Destroyer Poet A Linda: 3. 20 p.m., 23rd April 2013 – Paris, France
  
If you are Red   I am Brown
If you’re not 
Then as one concrete painter using phonemes 
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“I’m not a machine, you know.”
He says huskily 
As she places her chocolate tipped breast
Within inches of his lips
Tantalizing him
She just smiles, breastfeeding him
His treat
And leans back and sighs 
As he gorges
On creamy chocolate ecstasy

Later, he wonders
About his insatiable wife
Wondering if he can keep up
With...

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“I’m not a machine, you know.”
He says huskily 
As she places her chocolate tipped breast
Within inches of his lips
Tantalizing him
She just smiles, breastfeeding him
His treat
And leans back and sighs 
As he gorges
On creamy chocolate ecstasy

Later, he wonders
About his insatiable wife
Wondering if he can keep up
With...

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Sunday morning tempted me out to the beach
As the sun tumbled down its' white warmth 
Splashing glisters of light on the near flat water;
Paparazzi pools of a million flashbulbs.

The morning of the last day of the weekend
Tipping point between relaxation and drudgery
Hours of indulgence line...

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His voice faltered at first then faded off..
He watched her slink closer,
carrying her flesh sensuously as some women can. 

Her face, 
a bewitching vision belonging only in dreams, 
contained a gleam of beauty as the nerves of her body were continually smoldering my desire. 

She...

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They killed her lover.  She just could not forget.

The raven circled thrice around the old oak,
But settle silently on her wide shoulders.
Dark was the raven, dark the woman’s dress
Dark the environment, all dark except for
The glowing sanguine hair that fluttered in the breeze.

She stood...

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I knew she does not belongs to me,
But it was a fire that I played with heart.
Only in fairy tale a river meets sea,
She sometimes smiled then faded away apart.


The flowers I gave her are already gone blue,
The sorrow I got will slowly grow.
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