Submissions by 2ndrook
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I want to bank each moment against the doors that lead to tomorrows and experience more of this Even often in the new abyss couldn’t grip passing clouds Offset by shifting trend Of all I've reached and sought without I'd seek a burning end
Last Night’s Embers
She’s permitted me.
Has me thinking
filthy verses.
New songs I thought
I'd never know.
Since the night I knotted her hair.
Headboards are for hands to hold
and mouths for more than talk.
Her laugh summons more than comfort.
Softest palms and slick smooth sin.
Heaven tossed my pillows aside.
Somewhere’s a forgotten ceiling.
Echoes never start.
Quaking quiet but for breath.
Invisible smiles and lusty sighs.
Tasting wonder on her lips
And the pressing of her thighs.
Flicked aside the dust ...
Has me thinking
filthy verses.
New songs I thought
I'd never know.
Since the night I knotted her hair.
Headboards are for hands to hold
and mouths for more than talk.
Her laugh summons more than comfort.
Softest palms and slick smooth sin.
Heaven tossed my pillows aside.
Somewhere’s a forgotten ceiling.
Echoes never start.
Quaking quiet but for breath.
Invisible smiles and lusty sighs.
Tasting wonder on her lips
And the pressing of her thighs.
Flicked aside the dust ...
#lust
#sex
#FallingInLove
#sensual
#passion
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Tempo of A Dawn
Awoke in a bed of no lover.
There’s a silence that’s absence of prayer.
And the claws of your cloying demon.
It’s a smoke of efficient despair.
So slow, it’s encryption of hours.
When you’ll learn the deceit of desist.
Please know I could teach you forever.
But there’s nothing abreast of exist.
Pulled clothing with all of my quiet.
I felt I was dressing a wire.
It’s true, I can be a good Someday.
I’m nothing if not a good liar.
Sing out if you fear they could hear you.
I guess I’ve no...
There’s a silence that’s absence of prayer.
And the claws of your cloying demon.
It’s a smoke of efficient despair.
So slow, it’s encryption of hours.
When you’ll learn the deceit of desist.
Please know I could teach you forever.
But there’s nothing abreast of exist.
Pulled clothing with all of my quiet.
I felt I was dressing a wire.
It’s true, I can be a good Someday.
I’m nothing if not a good liar.
Sing out if you fear they could hear you.
I guess I’ve no...
#morning
#aging
#SelfReflection
#emptiness
#temptation
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