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"You're here," he whispered from shadows
My fragrance consorted before me
Heady scent of musk-infused blooms
Intoxicating allure, lustfully impure
On the bed was an opened poetry book,
across it pages, a perfect red rose
Dark crimson, like the blood within me flows
heated by need and the greed in his eyes
There burned the wildfires of desire
flames fanned as I moved nearer
They reflected soft glimmers
of the pearlized moon
She, a naughty voyeur, peering in the night
Through an open window she watched
the rhythm of swaying shadows at play
Seductive smile on my vermilion lips
in a chamber painted amber by candlelight
No need of their scintillation to see
His touch was all I needed
to guide me in flights of ecstacy
as hands pleaded in sensual strokes
Diamonds danced across a sapphire sky
He breathed erotic sensations on my nape
and slid a strap of the gown down my shoulder
The pulse of his heart beat against my hand
my other caressed the ruff at his temple
Fuchsia fluttered on the trellised window
Their aroma faded as I inhaled his balm
We tasted love and savored passion
Now sated and replete in a moment of calm
Soft breezes swirled across warm silk sheets
My hand trembled as I reached for him
Wildfires reignited in his emerald eyes
"The night is still young and the moon is asleep,"
I whispered. My intent was not disguised
~ 9/22/17 ~
The Poet's Fire
Hosted by: Greg Barden
What bridges the stale, hot air of summer?
Icecream
Soulful pageant of flavors
A cone piled high
Vanilla, Chocolate, Strawberry
or Rocky Road sublime
Control unteethered, de-stabilizing diet
Comfort food soothes stress
and laps of relentless striving
To lick, lustfully, the sweet drips
that ooze to our hands
heavy with the weight of June
Inside a limitless obsession
that hammers hunger
that lifts the talons of heat
the trappings of cold, telegraphs relief
an altered state
In the tucked curve of a summer's smile
stitched to a ruddy, sticky
cookie-cream face.
Poem composed: April 1st, 2021
Contest: All Yours (June 7)
Sponsor: Brian Strand
When I was a boy I use to be alone in my room
I would hide under my covers in my bed
I knew Satan was trying to get me
When I was alone in my room in the dark
I saw him
He was not red with horns and a pointed tail
But he was beautiful
With hair of the softest gold
Eyes of the clearest blue
And skin of silken white
He would whisper to me
He would coax me to come to him
He would sing smoothly and softly of assurance
But I did not trust him and I would run for my Bible
And I would open it up
And Satan would smile and fade away
I would sleep with my Bible under my pillow
I would stare into the darkness of night's blacken room
I could feel him staring at me
He has lost and he knows it
He must take the world down with him
We are his victims by our own sins and our own secret desires
He knows us and he taunts us
He is our promise of freedom from our self
A place without consequence
A time before sin when all was good and nothing was bad
He is the smoldering ember of our diseased black hearts
That we lustfully shadow with our inner desire
Once I walked to him
In the still of the night alone in my room
I took his hand and he closed his into mine
And he smiled while I screamed
For the floor had collapsed into a falling earth
And fire consumed my raw young flesh
And Satan was ugly
With demon eyes of bleeding red
Decaying flesh with dead maggots boring through scaly skin
And hair smoldering of pitch black
Sharp daggers of teeth and long fingernails of marsh green
I was falling into hell within his arms
The sound of wicked laughter
Was drowned by the gentle words of my mother
As I awoke in her arms
My Dad patting my head
I've never seen Satan again
Except in my eyes
Only when I'm alone
Alone in the dark with shallow light
I can look into my mirror
And stare
Stare as hard as I can
I can see Satan in my eyes
Laughing
In my eyes
He laughs at me
I can remember when I was a boy
I saw the Devil
And the Devil smiled at me
And I smiled at the Devil
To her beauty I am mesmerized
To her heart I am magnetized
Her reply of YES my heaven surprise
My being her HUSBAND my grand prize
Early years, bed of roses, we shared
Commitment of marriage, a fair square
Among all flavors, she's the best kind
But comes one new, I falter - got blind
To the new, I lustfully taste and twine
My wife forgotten,
Dropping her behind
Rain of tears fell
As she, I quell
D I V O R C E she dispel
Wakening me from the spell
As one by one all repels
To my knees, I knelt
Forgive me, I beg to tell
In the test of times, I didn't pass
Herculean strength fail to last
To a Delilah's lure I sinned vast
Wish I have never stop wooing her
As much as I protected her and so to my heart,
To like anyone but to love her - ONLY HER
To her best and worst I should have stayed
Not running... Reasoning my getaway
I should have her feel she's cherished
Allowing her holistically to flourish
Instead of tasting one new flavor
I should have been creative to devour her
Consume and penetrate her deeper
Letting her mind be blown or melt to her softness
Avoiding any pretense, instead must have allowed her
I must have opened myself to her
As she is my other half, my wife
I must have not chosen to cheat on her
Instead only to love her more and more
HARD but too late...
so so... so hard but too late...
Divorce papers on hot plate
The only woman I love most
I hurt and totally lost
The epic lover I was once
Now just an epitaph of woes
Hence, to all husbands
Learn wisdom from my pain
by
olive eloisa
April 29, 2014
I can’t smile without you
I miss the days long ago
We held hands
A soft kiss on the cheek was udder bliss
Nothing in life seemed amiss
Now you have long gone
Six feet under the ground
That day is embedded in stone
You and your suitcase, gonna leave me alone
I bound you tight
Pulling hair from my head
As I chained sawed you dead
Blood in my chalice, I drank
Lustfully I carved you into dinner
Lamb chops in sauce so sweet
Your family loved the meal
If they only knew
They might have stayed thinner
My roses sing every spring
Happily devouring your rotten bones
Leaving me was evil you see
Never the less, tiss I who smiles
I smile at the coffee shop
I smile more as the butcher mops
I am not dark, no not at all
My darkest, I smile for all to see
Cause you have all but gone!
Happy days are here again!!!!!
I made a covenant with my eyes,
Never to look lustfully at the thighs,
Not to look suggestively at a lady,
Not to admire her pulchritudinous body,
What has happened now..,
I find myself sinning in a row,
Am selling my eyes ooh,come buy them naah!
I assured myself not to utter,
Anything of romance as it would be bitter,
I promised to see all ladies as my sister,
Never to seduce,allure them, but sisterly utter,
Everything has changed,
Satan,his angels have my mind mingled,
Am selling my eyes ooh,come buy them naah!
Whenever I see a lady,I become hot,
My eyes see a beautiful lady,a sister not,
They conjoin the brain to admire,
I find myself salivating, and a phone number, I acquire,
I say I will text her bible verses,
But the conspiracy in me bring love advances,
Am selling my eyes ooh,come buy them naah!
At times,am sitted planless,
A lady passes,my eyes pop out in questness,
They make me call the damsel,
Witnessing as I prepare my journey to hell,
Instead of preventing me from sinning,
They always see every skirt stunning,
Am selling my eyes ooh,come buy them naah!
Enough is enough,am damn tired,
Females have nicknamed me a sex bud,
A womaniser is my new noun,
Leave alone seductor which is my pronoun,
Can't I not live in peace,
Or are they a necessity for being at ease,
Am selling my eyes ooh,come buy them naah!
Eyes have produced killer kings,
Made them sin with rings,
Are they not eyes that made king David,
see Bathsheba full with beauty gravid,
And conspirated to make her husband killed,
As he enjoys what his eyes reaped,
Am selling my eyes ooh,come buy them naah!
How I wish my eyes be lustfulless,
In every last they see,ugliness,
In every skirt around,tightless,
In every girl child creations, bootyless,
For every thighs seen,smoothless,
And for an engagement with my brain to sin,cordless,
Am selling my eyes ooh,come buy them naah!
Dear Lord, I know have sinned greatly,
Fallen short of your glory broadly,
I beg for another chance,
To revive and change for once,
Help me God,let me be prayerful,
As I train my eyes not be lustful,
Am selling my eyes ooh, come buy them naah!
PoetIgweee
SHE NOW LAY NAKED
The spiral staircase made her high heels sing
Most elegantly, she danced from bottom to top
Pedals of roses Isled the hand scraped, oak wood floor that leads to his room
A hand woven, fringed carpet, with golden stair rods formed the way
Crystals from a hanging chandelier, rain bowed the doorway
She entered, full with the desire for love
She lustfully unbuttons her gown and slips out of her heels
His room windowed, with his bed beneath a canopy on his balcony
From here the city churches pierced the mist
Above the mist, two doves coo-cooing on a high wire
A row of lit lampposts lead to his king-size abode
Molded from clay, lion statues facing welcoming guests
The entry to his mansion, a replica of a Byzantine church door covered in vine
In the corner of his guest room, the harpist plays "Creatures of Prometheus"
Half beneath the satin sheets, she now lay naked
He closed it, and, now smiling, crossed the square
1, 9, 16 upgrade Version Contest
Sponsored by Viv Wigley
Line 1 The spiral staircase made her high heels sing
Line 9 From here the city churches pierced the mist
Line 16 He closed it, and, now smiling, crossed the square
5/9/18
Know that I worship you on bended knee;
with kisses, too, I prize your tempting breasts
and maiden-head which begs me to molest
your virgin sex so deep and lustfully;
for each fine breast I'd give one-thousand years,
but more will I give for that pubic crest
of yellow wires that conceal the rest,--
(belovéd, I'd give an age for those frontiers!).
If I can give a kingdom for your heart
and love upon more love then be it so,
for possessing the best of you apart
from zeal invites only misery and woe:
a prince I'd rather be and just depart
from your globe than grieve you so, this I know.
My first approach to this contest
Was to write an Acrostic Poem.
It was written but not posted. I later
Decided a different more direct form.
Contest: Later Than Witchcraft
Sponsor: Matt Caliri
Witchcraft has a distant past;
A strong present;
A doomed future.
Witchcraft, is a 'No No' from God.
The future is in God's head and heart.
Time and space are in His hands.
Our future is in his hands, not in the
Readings of the palms of our hands.
Lustfully seeking earthly fortunes is unwise.
Our fortunes are not known by fortune tellers.
Christ is our hope, our fortune, and our future.
Reading and believing the Bible is reasuring.
It will enable us to avoid deception and false hope, which is the hallmark of witchcraft.
In time, the future will be known by us all.
These shaded scars may alarm,
Yet in my eyes, they are surely painted.
Scorned love that which won’t harm
In my sigh of relief I cry to this, tainted.
Fire lustfully denies the everso carnaging fate.
Torn apart by the advantage of its flaws,
I am morley sewed up in these lion claws.
I am surely bowed up in famen i did cause.
Take my flower
And take my name.
Don’t leave a crumb.
Don’t leave me numb.
Apologies won’t phase
In this love-land daze.
Bruises I Hem, in which shade,
Paint over the pale flesh I jade.
Flying in a strong state of contentment,
I turn back to find my eyes are closed.
I am nothing but a seeping resentment
In a life of dreary follies, now disposed.