Submissions by AlessandroMoschini
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
EROTIC POEM
Published
13th Sep 2013 10:03pm
13th Sep 2013 10:03pm
Shadowlight
Here comes my love
like a sunset in the daylight.
Turning upside-down
the phases of the Moon
I'll reach you
'n' I'll cover you.
My body
overlaids your body,
Eclipse of love
on your lips,
in your lips.
like a sunset in the daylight.
Turning upside-down
the phases of the Moon
I'll reach you
'n' I'll cover you.
My body
overlaids your body,
Eclipse of love
on your lips,
in your lips.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Feb 2013 7:42pm
20th Feb 2013 7:42pm
Lo stand
Sto stando allo stand
and I don't understand
why I stand
in the sand
with a hole in my hand
and the foot on the land.
It's a trend,
it's a brand,
it's this shape that I bend,
it's myself that I lend
and at last I understand
why sto stando allo stand.
and I don't understand
why I stand
in the sand
with a hole in my hand
and the foot on the land.
It's a trend,
it's a brand,
it's this shape that I bend,
it's myself that I lend
and at last I understand
why sto stando allo stand.
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Feb 2013 11:32pm
6th Feb 2013 11:32pm
'Til the end
Remove the sand
from my eyes.
This storm
has taken us by surprise
Blow on my face
and shake your hand,
caress me
'til you erase any trace
of this sorrow, bless me.
Let's bend our fingers
with the light.
This is our time and land.
Cross over this fight
and love me 'til the end.
from my eyes.
This storm
has taken us by surprise
Blow on my face
and shake your hand,
caress me
'til you erase any trace
of this sorrow, bless me.
Let's bend our fingers
with the light.
This is our time and land.
Cross over this fight
and love me 'til the end.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
4th Nov 2012 12:39pm
4th Nov 2012 12:39pm
The last chorus
The last chorus
of this song
is written on the wall
of our sweet
dark obscenity.
Your nipples
write notes
on my back
with the ink of passion
sticking to my thoughts
a runaway melody.
Mermaid
of my perverse fantasies
you are
while we sail
to the sea of this music
'til the end.
of this song
is written on the wall
of our sweet
dark obscenity.
Your nipples
write notes
on my back
with the ink of passion
sticking to my thoughts
a runaway melody.
Mermaid
of my perverse fantasies
you are
while we sail
to the sea of this music
'til the end.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
30th Oct 2012 8:39pm
30th Oct 2012 8:39pm
Chocolatefall
Hands in chains
and the sweet
warm liquid
flows on your back
and your breast.
I watch it running down
with satisfaction
while my desire for you
closes my stomach.
But the wait is exciting
a cake to be eaten
and tasted slowly
like your honey
mixed with the chocolate
now that both
reached my tongue
givin' to me
the flavour
of your moans.
and the sweet
warm liquid
flows on your back
and your breast.
I watch it running down
with satisfaction
while my desire for you
closes my stomach.
But the wait is exciting
a cake to be eaten
and tasted slowly
like your honey
mixed with the chocolate
now that both
reached my tongue
givin' to me
the flavour
of your moans.
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Oct 2012 1:51am
12th Oct 2012 1:51am
Joy
This music
has your shape
materialized,
alive,
transformed
in emotion
and enchantment
in my eyes
and from my eyes
melt away
in tears of joy.
has your shape
materialized,
alive,
transformed
in emotion
and enchantment
in my eyes
and from my eyes
melt away
in tears of joy.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
1st Oct 2012 2:26pm
1st Oct 2012 2:26pm
Roots
I've been waiting so long
in this room of desire
for you to come.
It's raining outside now
while we stand
face to face
without moving,
the rest of the world
spins around us
and the sound of the rain
kickin' the windows
sprinkles the roots
of your marvellous nudity
deep rooted inside of me.
Hell or high water
dressed in luxury and sin,
life and death u r
Nymph of my love
Lymph in my blood.
in this room of desire
for you to come.
It's raining outside now
while we stand
face to face
without moving,
the rest of the world
spins around us
and the sound of the rain
kickin' the windows
sprinkles the roots
of your marvellous nudity
deep rooted inside of me.
Hell or high water
dressed in luxury and sin,
life and death u r
Nymph of my love
Lymph in my blood.
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Sep 2012 3:03pm
14th Sep 2012 3:03pm
Ubiquity
Dawn
is the taste of your sleep
and light
is the slow catch of your waist
by my arms
while you're not aware
as you lay down
with your back facing me
(Horizon
is the sound of your steps
in the sand
while i remain in the foreshore
with my eyes down
looking at my feet in the water
as I fantasize).
By the sweetness
of my embrace completed
and the touch of my lips
in a kiss on your hair
you will open your eyes.
(You will hug me
from behind
kissing my head
and smiling i will know...
is the taste of your sleep
and light
is the slow catch of your waist
by my arms
while you're not aware
as you lay down
with your back facing me
(Horizon
is the sound of your steps
in the sand
while i remain in the foreshore
with my eyes down
looking at my feet in the water
as I fantasize).
By the sweetness
of my embrace completed
and the touch of my lips
in a kiss on your hair
you will open your eyes.
(You will hug me
from behind
kissing my head
and smiling i will know...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Sep 2012 9:44am
10th Sep 2012 9:44am
Black milk
Black milk
is your sex
milked
from your black silk
to feed my desire.
Hidden
under the charming
dark shadow
of your nudity,
protected
by the hot embrace
of your look
I drink.
is your sex
milked
from your black silk
to feed my desire.
Hidden
under the charming
dark shadow
of your nudity,
protected
by the hot embrace
of your look
I drink.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2012 2:23pm
23rd Aug 2012 2:23pm
Portrait of my madness
The portrait of my madness
has the colour of your skin,
the same pink tonality.
The canvas of my mind
has the shape of the bed
where you lay naked.
Canvas of passion and luxury
painted by you
in our hours of love
with the red of my blood.
Your white nails
like bristles of a paintbrush
pass on my skin
and give sweet wounds to me
like thorns of a rose.
And after the love
I remain fascinated
in front of this picture
in silent contemplation
for hours and hours.
has the colour of your skin,
the same pink tonality.
The canvas of my mind
has the shape of the bed
where you lay naked.
Canvas of passion and luxury
painted by you
in our hours of love
with the red of my blood.
Your white nails
like bristles of a paintbrush
pass on my skin
and give sweet wounds to me
like thorns of a rose.
And after the love
I remain fascinated
in front of this picture
in silent contemplation
for hours and hours.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
16th Aug 2012 8:40pm
16th Aug 2012 8:40pm
Nude meal
(Your love
is a lone star
shining inside of me
with the light
of your moans).
Don't speak now
shine in this dark
and from this dark
show me the way
to arrive inside of you.
My desire of you
will be a white wolf
in the snow
that only you
are able to feed
and keep warm
from the cold outside.
(I will defeat
what you defeat
wrapping your waist
with my arms
and your moaning mouth
with my tongue.
Show me the way!).
is a lone star
shining inside of me
with the light
of your moans).
Don't speak now
shine in this dark
and from this dark
show me the way
to arrive inside of you.
My desire of you
will be a white wolf
in the snow
that only you
are able to feed
and keep warm
from the cold outside.
(I will defeat
what you defeat
wrapping your waist
with my arms
and your moaning mouth
with my tongue.
Show me the way!).
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EROTIC POEM
Published
7th Aug 2012 8:39am
7th Aug 2012 8:39am
Squeezed
Love words
drip down
from your lips
on your breast
like sour-sweet juice
squeezed
into the glass of time,
a moment secretly stolen
to the world outside.
I drink from your lips
drop by drop
laying below you
with wide open mouth.
(I lick all the drops
fallen down on your nipples
and out of the glass.
Nothing remains outside).
drip down
from your lips
on your breast
like sour-sweet juice
squeezed
into the glass of time,
a moment secretly stolen
to the world outside.
I drink from your lips
drop by drop
laying below you
with wide open mouth.
(I lick all the drops
fallen down on your nipples
and out of the glass.
Nothing remains outside).
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