Sonnet Sensual Poems

A Haunting Waltz

As I recline, wearied, on this eve so dark and dreary,
Whispers in the shadows, tales of Victorian eerie.
The moon, a spectral lantern, spills...

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         one could grip mine tail
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White doves flutter and longing words whisper
silence waxes haunting as Angels sing
a lone filtered light turns a soft glister
casts fleeting shadows from a white dove's...

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Your skin like leather 
my bulletproof vest
inkling tubes 
tuxedo of flesh 
harness me
hand on chest 
in between sheets 
stringing me along like a kite 
refrained...

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As I Vent On You This Hot-Born Sexual Fire

As nights were thin with desperate longings-
Vacancy raps such emotional ties
I sit here now nude, devoid of...

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I choose to abide by Christ's holy law -
Resolve born in faith that His way is true.
A pact between mind and soul - what's the...

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Dawn's Calyx Woke Her And She Saw Pink Explosions

Dawn's calyx woke her and she saw pink explosions
As if hot flaming rays across the window sill
She...

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In the depths of love's vast expanse, 
A yearning burns, a desperate chance.
So close, yet words get caught in my throat, 
Silent whispers, love's song...

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What would I do for Summer’s Kiss
                 For buttered...

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So, Saint Paul, you faced a thorn in your flesh?
I can hardly hide my envy tonight.
Softer and smoother than hay in the creche -
My cross...

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How the pulchritude of a flower aerates
Playing ecstasy to all that see it to stay
A perfect replica of a mortal rates
How good the God's graces...

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 THE DANCE OF ASH

Here! Here! The flames crackling and roiling too.
They speak, ancient language, of light and calm.
The long-skirted lady, she stirs the stew.
Her...

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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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Oh! Guitar, what sweet music flows from you!
How your melodic strains, my mind subdue
With the touch of my dexterous fingers
Melody streams, my spirit it triggers

Each...

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Squalls in the head, the weather of observation.
Dreadful matters that may erase edification.
Thus, every prognosis is begotten in that way.
To dwell on the bewildered during...

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