Metaphor Lust Poems

I'm symphony in your hands
fingers soft-playing my spinal keys ebony and ivory
it's black and white tonight and every other night
stoking with soft-sound stroking with tremolo...

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Unlikely Mike
by Michael R. Burch

I married someone else’s fantasy;
she admired me despite my mutilations.

I loved her for her heart’s sake, and for mine.
I hid my...

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From roses to peonies, from peonies to lovers
im swinging on the bench during the deepest Halloween night like a crazy cicada enamorada wrapped around the...

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Can you grasp the thunder?
Can you hide its flashes from an overflowing river?
Can you pay your river Life a hideous win?
Can you call yourself a...

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My friend, don’t struggle so
Not much longer to go
No more working for the all-mighty buck
No more lusting after the…
Ahhh your dirty mind 
Will be the...

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 what's love 
               gotta do with lust?
   ...

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Once so sweet for me,
Gave me this lifelong disease.
He stays unaware
How I crave him constantly,
Cannot grasp depth of my love....

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It was the kind of day you step in front of traffic, then dare fate to fold you up in newspaper headlines.  

Oh dreams...

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You drove me a little wild.
So sexy
So mysterious
So I poured my lust on you
Just to see if you could handle me
I watched it seep into...

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If I was a race car, 
I’d be shooting gasoline.
Red hot throttle, 
Ice cold chrome
Built to speed
I’m a wild man
Baby, I’m a hot rod

Hey there...

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A rose grows from my heart.  
Its roots run deep into my veins.
Its petals of golden crimson 
Bring pleasures to my being.  ...

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I.

What delight is there, when the wine of youth
     runs out and just the dregs of life remain?
When childhood flowers, and...

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The sun is hot and hard to bear
All out of options – nobody cares
You're looking for an accomplice in your greed 
So who's gonna come...

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Behold Beatrice, Pitcairn
the paradise sunsets lie in Tahiti
sunrise, the folly of Easter
islands, sanitoriums, deluded, denuded
limbos and purgatories, the never evermore
Polynesian metaphors transmigrate my mind
O to...

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An ant, lost, 
as the smell of its companions fade, 
it wanders. 
It wanders to tremble upon the huge slow roasted almond. 
It starts devouring...

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