Best Sheets Poems
I am the sultry silence
the wishbone
of your dreams
feel my warm breath
slither down your throat
across your chest
feel my transparent tongue...
We rage the erotic battle
I feel your pulse race
my fingers of flame
caress all that is yours
I am your imagination
arching above your feminine form
I sink slowly into you...
Just so you know my love
you will never be able
to shake me from your dreams
I will seduce you to a place
beyond mere thoughts and words
tonight, dream of us...
MOONLIGHT SHEETS
after watching
circus clowns
downtown
his light jacket - covered goosebumps
her clogs - they shoveled snow
they settled in each other’s arms
between a mélange of moonlight sheets
amoretto’s bow
scores
poetic words
a neophyte-entry
subconscious-scrawl
he kisses her snowflake-lashes
so warm and cold
she sips her steamy cup of joe
reminiscing
her pen pierces twilight
an arrow remains on the target
with lingering expertise
10/25/2017
Moon Spoon Contest
Believe me I can play sheet music,
Please leave the television alone.
It’s that time of night again girl,
Come play with my metronome.
Let’s create our love music,
Girl don’t change the channel.
I can’t take my hands off you,
You know you’re my piano.
I go up and down your scale,
To find the right tone of key.
It’s an octave of pleasure,
And that key must be the ‘G’.
Or is it the middle ‘C’?
‘Cause Every Good Boy Does Fine.
You like it when I hit the B flat,
And play two hands at a time.
Chop sticks, twinkle twinkle little star,
Or Mary had a little lamb.
I’ll get any tune out of you,
From the maestro that I am.
Playing my piano, tickling the keys,
Bobbing my head to the bedroom beats.
This was our private session,
To create a sonata in the sheets.
Yoda says the force running biz is
But each ER worker's a wiz
And spot it they can
The treatment right ban
Which siphons their wonderful rizz
head in pillow stuffing blocking a noise,
sheets soaked of fallen tears, hand tied in fists, blood seeping through the fingers.
his hand on he back pressing her to the mattress, whispering words of false comfort, small threats and enjoyment at her vulnerability.
her feet kicking against the pain as if her mal frame could throw his body away.
when he leaves, it as if body lays above her.
One made of hate and hurt. Betrayal and cowardice. The bruises on her body remind her of this time.
when her freedom and her choice was wisped away as easily as the sheets covered in her broken soul.
ripping the sheets off, as if clean sheets made her feel as if her body wasn't covered in sweat made of fear.
She wishes ripping those sheets off was as easy as peeling the tape he placed over her mouth with threats of violence if she removed it and let her pain spill from her swollen lips.
she lays there s darkness fills her room, and tears cover her fresh sheets.
heat
produced
with each stroke
heighten senses
exquisite prelude as passion ignites
molten bodies become one with each kiss
captivated
by our love
constant
fire
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Contest: Double The Fun Tectractys
7th Place
it was night
that was right
we has a largh bed
its still in my head
how our boby trun and brun
until we were weak
no regrets
having
the
PILLOW SEX AND SHEETS
You may feel “Satin Sheets Slide”
You may think it’s a woman’s thing
But please condescend to my way of thinking
Come with me
Into the realm of the satin-sheet-feel
Erecting monumental memories of me
Come slip with me, come slide with me
Forget about your masculinity
Celebrate with me my femininity
Remind me of who I am
Woman!
The softer side of you that God instilled
The side that brings out that tender smile
The side that holds me with passion
The side that kisses my tears away
The side that gives me your shoulder to cry on
You may feel, “Satin Sheets Slide”
You may think it’s a woman’s thing
But please condescend to my way of thinking
Come with me
Into the realm of the satin-sheet-feel
Erecting monumental memories of me
Come slip with me, come slide with me
Cheyenne sold Sue six sets of sheets
and cute matching curtains with pleats.
When Sue sealed the deal,
she said, “Such a steal,
especially those sh_ _ted feets!”
October 19, 2017, entered in Line Gauthier's Funny Limerick Contest
July 2, 2019, entered in Brian Strand's Alliteration Contest
Lay me across your sheets
of white, hold me as a poet
fingers her pen, caressing
with the passion of expression.
Draw me close,
then color me with the ink
of passion, kiss me,
roll me off your tongue,
and play with me
as a poet plays with words.
Blanket me with your fevered
inspiration, sketch me crimson
in your mind's fire.
I want to burn there
as a memory,
make you savor me
like a poet does her thoughts,
then tarry in the draw off of your pen.
I want to feel the breathless rush,
climax as a poet
slamming her read
and leaving the voyeurs
lusting for more.
Later, we can separate the wrinkled sheets,
unfold what came of night
and you can write me again,
better, as a poet would
Play with me,
as a poet does.
the Sheets was clean
this wasn't dream
we layed on the bed
the feeling thur our heads
it was hotour boby sweat alot
it was on a cot
we twist and turn
the sheets get wet you can bet
it was
SHEETS AND SEX
Because of you - I'm altered
You have me singing a new tune
This is the way - you make me feel
Brightness surrounding my being
Addiction to you is my disease
One disease that will never cease
Come visit me in my dreams
Teleport your way to me
Without a second to think
In a flash - just a blink
How wonderful it would be
You - here with me
Or me there with you
Together we will be
It's when the night falls
My sheets wrap me with love
The pillow hugs me tight
They know how you make me feel
I am smothered by the scent of you
Feeling so loved inside - Softly
Happy tears well in my eyes
A place only you reach within me
Complete and undeniable emotion
That lays deep down healing my soul
Filling me with life and a gift so bright
The gift of you in my life
It's now that I know what love really is
if you feel my gravity pulling you towards me
you can move closer so we can be
on a new level referred to as Ecstasy
you know i want to get to know you sexually
i just wanna know whats your specialty
Then we can get in between these sheets
work to the rhythm make our on beat
so many pleasures no falling asleep
Experience passion this memory will never delete
this is actually a rondolet, a shortened form of rondeau, which does not have its own category on p.s.
My cotton sheets
Like a blue ocean on my bed
My cotton sheets
Where you and I used to retreat
Before I went off of my meds,
Before your blood spattered them red
My cotton sheets
9/19/11
Received 1st place in Nette's "Weave a Rondelet" contest
WHAT'S GOOD UNDER THE SHEETS?
IS IT YOUR MEAT, HEAT; OR TREAT?
SO WHAT IS IT? THAT GOT THINGS GOOD UNDER THE SHEET?
IS IT BECAUSE YOUR SHIEK OR IS IT YOU BEING SO SWEET.
SO, WHICH ONE IS IT? IS IT YOUR SWEETNESS, YOUR MEEKNESS OR
IS IT, JUST YOUR OUTRIGHT TRICKS THAT STICKS.
FOR IF IT AIN'T THE MEAT, THE HEAT; OR THE TREAT
WHAT COULD IT POSSIBLY BE, TO PREVENT ME FROM FLEEING
FROM UNDER THE SHEETS. OH YEAH! IT MAYBE YOUR HEARTBEAT
THAT I CANNOT RETREAT FROM, FOR IT SENDS A WONDERFUL VIBE THAT I CAN RIDE WITH AND PLUS TONE TO.