Mistress Poems

The Mistress

The Mistress

She is the one 
to whom my heart
has been enslaved
who shares my bed and plate

oh she manipulates
finds ways to hold me 
captive to her whims
my time is hers to command

then she demands 
a tease while she will fox
I indulge her impish ways
this purring ball of love.

JOY YVONNE JONES ONE OF MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND MISTRESS

SORRY JAMAICAN JOY Y JONES JOY JOHNSON TOWNSEND HENRY YOLANDA E KING TALISA SHAW FRAUD WASTE SEVERE ABUSE OF POWER CARRIED OUT BY JAMAICAN TALIBAN OBSEESED WITH MY LIFE HENCE MY DEATH YOU WAKE UP TO FIND YOUR ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND HAS A JAMAICAN MISTRESS OBSESSED WITH MY LIFE GROWING UP IN CHICAGO OBSESSED WITH

The mistress of excuses

A charley horse is killing me, so I am dragging my left foot
I cannot meet for lunch, for my face is full of dirty soot
I am limping a little thanks to a torn meniscus on my knee
You will have to have your church tea without little ole me

Arthritis is crippling my fingers, so I cannot

My Mistress' Eyes are Nothing Like the Sun Sonnet 130

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun. 
Her skin's mahogany, not regal white. 
She slaps on paints and fillers by the ton, 
and has the dress sense of an anchorite. 

Fastidious? Only in her brand of beer. 
Brash burger joints are where she likes to dine. 
She'd rather look at Fonzie than Vermeer: 
thinks

thou say villainess or mistress

I was listening to roller skating tunes.
Yes, I am shallow, sir.
And though thou may say villainess or mistress,
I am content to be who I am.
One noon, we were over dull
and our hearts we serviced
like two thieves there
in the kissing place
where breaths are both as one
and the first of many kisses doubles.
He made vows in mine

Gifts of the Winter Witch

A venetian red yearling’s head
Pops up
From behind a fallen log
Licks rouge from its lips
And the syrup sipped from dark maple bark
Ears tweaking
To the snow-crunch creak
Of my dog and me approaching
From down the trail

Forest
Tamed by these trampled snow-winding paths

The deer doesn’t flinch

Up ahead
Top of the trash receptacle
Is aflutter with cardinals and sparrows

Though observed
The object has not

The Mistress

The Mistress

On a starry night, a lost light found a loose soul.

Just when darkness met the light's gentle blow,

He introduced himself, and she was probably interested in his pockets.



He focused too much on the prize, overusing his budget.

A beautiful face and sweet legs wrapped his mind,

Forgetting the band in his chest pocket, an everlasting sign.

As

Aloysius Mistress

Aloysius has a mistress.
That shops at Tiffany's. 
And he grants all her wishes.
Seems easier than Explain.

To my platonic schoolmistress

Schoolmistress, I loved you

I was fourteen and sixteen, in school, and I loved you; love
In beautiful city, the school, you are a diamond in my heart; love

Yes, I will never forget your airy walk, your fluttering skirt; love
Amazing sexy lady, oh, your skirt always in my heart; so loved

I loved you, you killed me, destroyed

Mistress

this isn't meant to last forever
he whispers into my neck 

I am the rot that grows in humidity
I am the mud on his shoes

in this wetness–
the tendering of his hand

my body
how it aches

Ledger of Love: PART II

Ledger of Love

In the shadows of the Victorian night,
Where candles flicker with amorous light,
A forbidden love fiercely burns,
In a pounding heart, passion yearns.

Amidst the lace and satin array,
Where masks conceal bygone dismay,
A dance of desire, a lover’s embrace,
In the clandestine rendezvous of covert grace.

Beneath the veil of societal guise,
Two souls entwined, beneath starry skies,
One bound

Ledger of Love: PART I

Ledger of Love

In the dim-lit chambers of the Victorian home,
Resides a wife, her heart a silent tome.
Once, love’s flame burned bright within her breast,
But now a thin whisp, a ghostly jest.

Her gaze averts from her husband’s weathered face,
As she tends to her duties with an air of grace.
Yet within her heart, no ember of affection

My Platonic Mistress

When I saw her first here, I fell in love with her like a shot
She is an idealistically beautiful, impressive phenomenon
She is the dream, but in reality, memorable visual moments

I need her, I need one of them…, I have few mistress friends
This lady is an extraordinarily and idealistically  magical person
She is one of my

My Mistress, the Moon

My Mistress, the Moon


From mine chamber, breathless and perspiring upon the bed,
I spy you there, out my window, looming overhead.
Your gaze, a silent arbiter in the night,
I cloak my naked shame, to veil my plight.
 
Reigning atop her celestial silver throne,
While I, lie with a lover not of my own,
Broken vows flee like ravens in

Poetry is my mistress

Poetry is my mistress 
I write everything in her name. 
If you’ve not heard from me in a while 
It is poetry to whom you must blame. 

Poetry is my mistress,  
My girlfriend will have to make do. 
When I am not reading and writing 
I show my girlfriend some affection too. 
Poetry is

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