Submissions by FindingZoe
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write both erotic and non-erotic poetry. My erotic poetry speaks the language of dominance and submission. My non-erotic poetry is mostly introspective with the occasional social commentary.
EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Mar 2015 11:09am
21st Mar 2015 11:09am
Appearing at the Sands
One hundred and two in Vegas
Sounds good to me right now
Like sweet tea
Swimming in crushed ice
And lime
Like rain coming in on
A summer night
Purple edged thunder heads
And sheets of lightning
It sounds good like
Hand to hand
We touch, good like
The way you kiss
One hundred and two in Vegas
Makes perfect sense
Like your body on mine
My will in your fist
Reaching back in screaming obedience
For the echoes of desert heat
And the chance to locate
Your homing cry
-Zoe Richardson
Sounds good to me right now
Like sweet tea
Swimming in crushed ice
And lime
Like rain coming in on
A summer night
Purple edged thunder heads
And sheets of lightning
It sounds good like
Hand to hand
We touch, good like
The way you kiss
One hundred and two in Vegas
Makes perfect sense
Like your body on mine
My will in your fist
Reaching back in screaming obedience
For the echoes of desert heat
And the chance to locate
Your homing cry
-Zoe Richardson
559 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Mar 2015 9:35am
20th Mar 2015 9:35am
Probably Nonsense
A little matter of murder first
Dying by degree of difficulty
Blood of all saints preserve us
Something for the shield
I hide behind
You swing out first
Taking down what’s in the way
Side on the high spirits
In the cemetery dustbin
No where to run.
Alone in circles, night
Edged in a dovetail joint
Odds and ends sliding tab to
Slotted spoonbills crying
Over you
Oh I am fortune’s foolish
Games and torn, a dog-eared
Page hitting hot guitar licks
My wounds and still
There is blood
Drinking down...
Dying by degree of difficulty
Blood of all saints preserve us
Something for the shield
I hide behind
You swing out first
Taking down what’s in the way
Side on the high spirits
In the cemetery dustbin
No where to run.
Alone in circles, night
Edged in a dovetail joint
Odds and ends sliding tab to
Slotted spoonbills crying
Over you
Oh I am fortune’s foolish
Games and torn, a dog-eared
Page hitting hot guitar licks
My wounds and still
There is blood
Drinking down...
580 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
20th Mar 2015 9:20am
20th Mar 2015 9:20am
The Organ Grinder
Lust rolls
Down your throat
With a chaser of need
It dances in your blood
White hot and roiling
Blood rushes
Makes you instantly
Alert and hard
Like the ocean
In a seashell
Bodies unite
A woman opens
Skin melts in the onslaught
Until, bone on bone,
We grind ourselves
In the hurdy-gurdy dance
Of sex and stars
-Zoe Richardson
Down your throat
With a chaser of need
It dances in your blood
White hot and roiling
Blood rushes
Makes you instantly
Alert and hard
Like the ocean
In a seashell
Bodies unite
A woman opens
Skin melts in the onslaught
Until, bone on bone,
We grind ourselves
In the hurdy-gurdy dance
Of sex and stars
-Zoe Richardson
749 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Mar 2015 8:15pm
19th Mar 2015 8:15pm
Heart Like Egg Whites
A lifetime of singing with the radio
won’t make you a star, and years
of sainted devotion won’t guarantee
someone in your bed. I cup my heart
my hands, wings or shells,
all fragile, and I separate.
Blood from love, love from sex
keeping what hurts in one hand
and what keeps me beating in
the other. Eventually my protective
membranes will fail and it will all
land plop! in a dusty bowl
mixing together and drying
sticky in the sun.
won’t make you a star, and years
of sainted devotion won’t guarantee
someone in your bed. I cup my heart
my hands, wings or shells,
all fragile, and I separate.
Blood from love, love from sex
keeping what hurts in one hand
and what keeps me beating in
the other. Eventually my protective
membranes will fail and it will all
land plop! in a dusty bowl
mixing together and drying
sticky in the sun.
578 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Mar 2015 11:49am
19th Mar 2015 11:49am
Crushed
I would rush to you
to bring you flowers
picked from hidden grasses
my hands and bare feet
damp with dew and earth
you would gather me into
your beautiful, cruel
eager hands, seeing me
with hair unbound
and lips that feed the kisses you crave
you would feel the damp ground
and darken my face with the
mud of new rains as darks skin
and moonlight and all hedonistic
sins collide in the taking of me there
under a hunter’s moon
or summer stars
or beneath weeping trees
you have me and it is all there
in the taking
who...
to bring you flowers
picked from hidden grasses
my hands and bare feet
damp with dew and earth
you would gather me into
your beautiful, cruel
eager hands, seeing me
with hair unbound
and lips that feed the kisses you crave
you would feel the damp ground
and darken my face with the
mud of new rains as darks skin
and moonlight and all hedonistic
sins collide in the taking of me there
under a hunter’s moon
or summer stars
or beneath weeping trees
you have me and it is all there
in the taking
who...
742 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
18th Mar 2015 11:40am
18th Mar 2015 11:40am
White Silk
If she stood before you
Wearing only wisps
Of white silk
Tied with ribbon rosettes
Around the sleek plumpness
Of her thighs
Would you watch
Captivated
As her muscles played
Beneath the sheer
Fabric, begging a game of
Hide and seek with
Secrets farther up
The stocking trail?
Or would you think
Of legs, bare and warm
Wrapped around your back
As you crash above
And she rides beneath
Until you are both
Are whispers
Fading in the encroaching dawn
While somewhere beyond
The tangled sheets lies...
Wearing only wisps
Of white silk
Tied with ribbon rosettes
Around the sleek plumpness
Of her thighs
Would you watch
Captivated
As her muscles played
Beneath the sheer
Fabric, begging a game of
Hide and seek with
Secrets farther up
The stocking trail?
Or would you think
Of legs, bare and warm
Wrapped around your back
As you crash above
And she rides beneath
Until you are both
Are whispers
Fading in the encroaching dawn
While somewhere beyond
The tangled sheets lies...
938 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Mar 2015 11:19am
18th Mar 2015 11:19am
Illegitimate
Sometimes I feel
I am God’s own bastard child.
A messianic prototype,
Spread-eagled and push-pinned
To some heavenly drawing board.
I am knitted and forgotten.
Tossed into the cosmic dustbin.
Destiny’s love child
Tucking stars in her pocket
For wishes and prayers
That will never be heard.
-Zoe Richardson
I am God’s own bastard child.
A messianic prototype,
Spread-eagled and push-pinned
To some heavenly drawing board.
I am knitted and forgotten.
Tossed into the cosmic dustbin.
Destiny’s love child
Tucking stars in her pocket
For wishes and prayers
That will never be heard.
-Zoe Richardson
670 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Mar 2015 10:00am
17th Mar 2015 10:00am
Bastard Seeking Refuge
Silver rain streaks the widow
Lamplight catches the droplets
Turing them to blue tears
Wearing traces down my cheeks
I am turned away inside
My time spent wandering
The desolate places underneath the soul
Places only women know
The rain dances now on the weeds
And vacant lots, slaking the enemies thirst
A common theme that binds me
To what I no longer believe
If I am to be this nameless entity
Give me something rare to ring back
If I am lost from there forever
Let me lie beneath the leaves and drown
There is...
Lamplight catches the droplets
Turing them to blue tears
Wearing traces down my cheeks
I am turned away inside
My time spent wandering
The desolate places underneath the soul
Places only women know
The rain dances now on the weeds
And vacant lots, slaking the enemies thirst
A common theme that binds me
To what I no longer believe
If I am to be this nameless entity
Give me something rare to ring back
If I am lost from there forever
Let me lie beneath the leaves and drown
There is...
613 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Mar 2015 9:47am
17th Mar 2015 9:47am
Wildfire
He stokes the fire
And it rages
Out of control
Across the night
Here I stand
In the shadows
Of the flames
Watching the flickering heat
And wondering if
In some dark corner of
The forest
We will meet as two
Animals, teeth bared
Claws unsheathed
And ready to either draw blood
Or mate until legs shake
And hearts collide
And we collapse
Into the damp earth
In unity with nature
But at odds with
Each other
What is this dance
We have begun
In the shadows
Of our flames?
Time will tell
And it...
And it rages
Out of control
Across the night
Here I stand
In the shadows
Of the flames
Watching the flickering heat
And wondering if
In some dark corner of
The forest
We will meet as two
Animals, teeth bared
Claws unsheathed
And ready to either draw blood
Or mate until legs shake
And hearts collide
And we collapse
Into the damp earth
In unity with nature
But at odds with
Each other
What is this dance
We have begun
In the shadows
Of our flames?
Time will tell
And it...
857 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Mar 2015 1:22pm
14th Mar 2015 1:22pm
Dropkick Me Jesus
I’ve been dropkicked
By Jesus so many times
But I never seem
To make it
To the endzone
Instead I bounce off
Those damn goal posts
And land flat on my back
Somewhere near the two yard line
Like a Peanuts comic strip
Gone horribly awry.
“Did we make it this time, Lord?”
I ask, and he just grins,
“Not this time, but I’m sure
We’ll get it the next.”
Sometimes I swear
He’s doing this on purpose…
-Zoe Richardson
By Jesus so many times
But I never seem
To make it
To the endzone
Instead I bounce off
Those damn goal posts
And land flat on my back
Somewhere near the two yard line
Like a Peanuts comic strip
Gone horribly awry.
“Did we make it this time, Lord?”
I ask, and he just grins,
“Not this time, but I’m sure
We’ll get it the next.”
Sometimes I swear
He’s doing this on purpose…
-Zoe Richardson
974 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
14th Mar 2015 1:08pm
14th Mar 2015 1:08pm
Saints and Sinners
Moments bent in wicked need
I spend my time upon my knees
I bend to you and other pleasures
Give to you my silken treasures
A wanton revels in the wind
A sinner revels in the sin
A Saint becomes a decadent treat
An angel falls here at your feet
Learning the lesson I now impart
Saints and sinners look the same
In the dark
-Zoe Richardson
I spend my time upon my knees
I bend to you and other pleasures
Give to you my silken treasures
A wanton revels in the wind
A sinner revels in the sin
A Saint becomes a decadent treat
An angel falls here at your feet
Learning the lesson I now impart
Saints and sinners look the same
In the dark
-Zoe Richardson
1094 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Mar 2015 11:47am
13th Mar 2015 11:47am
Dragonfly Envy
A brush of iridescence
In a dance of summer days
Shimmies in the sunshine
On the rise and fall of
Dragon wings
Frenzied curls and dives
Above the water
The muted pounding of
A thousand tiny bodies
Dipped in blue-gold sky
The dizzy rush of instinct
Buzzing on the updraft
Only once, their day spins
Down, only once and then
No more. Shining wings
Are broken things come sunrise
Lying still in a pool of
Damsel dreams
I do not mourn their passing
Their golden lust and clockwork glory
But how I envy...
In a dance of summer days
Shimmies in the sunshine
On the rise and fall of
Dragon wings
Frenzied curls and dives
Above the water
The muted pounding of
A thousand tiny bodies
Dipped in blue-gold sky
The dizzy rush of instinct
Buzzing on the updraft
Only once, their day spins
Down, only once and then
No more. Shining wings
Are broken things come sunrise
Lying still in a pool of
Damsel dreams
I do not mourn their passing
Their golden lust and clockwork glory
But how I envy...
725 reads
3 Comments
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