Submissions by LadyP
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
lOVE AND EROTIC
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2012 3:47pm
23rd Sep 2012 3:47pm
I' LL BE
I'll blow petals
on your tired eyes
whistful fragments
of forgotten scents
envelope you
in sprouts of light to
gamble your darkened halo
I'll drink your shudders
to ease your skin
when anguish becomes fear
I'll fire your anger
and pain
silence them
holding my breath
and slowly I'll blow warmth
from melted fluid gasps
Downy bedding
in yelled silence
to deepen our glance,
drown it in me,
A quiet spark that
makes blackkness shade,
quiet to fist shatter,
welcoming nest
If...
on your tired eyes
whistful fragments
of forgotten scents
envelope you
in sprouts of light to
gamble your darkened halo
I'll drink your shudders
to ease your skin
when anguish becomes fear
I'll fire your anger
and pain
silence them
holding my breath
and slowly I'll blow warmth
from melted fluid gasps
Downy bedding
in yelled silence
to deepen our glance,
drown it in me,
A quiet spark that
makes blackkness shade,
quiet to fist shatter,
welcoming nest
If...
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2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Sep 2012 1:36pm
19th Sep 2012 1:36pm
How it is
Momentaneous confusion
and nude shoulders draped in wind
black lace
like a glove on the resting body
and the wanting you
to envelop me in shudders again
senses aware and curious
of what of unknown is left
How it was
and is
and nude shoulders draped in wind
black lace
like a glove on the resting body
and the wanting you
to envelop me in shudders again
senses aware and curious
of what of unknown is left
How it was
and is
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2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
16th Sep 2012 10:15am
16th Sep 2012 10:15am
Rapsodia
Hands
on my arched back
sliding along scratches
on chords you know
White
pale fingers
to embroider arabesques
on my score
I am
as an instrument, an orchestra
between blues rhapsodies'
arpeggios and demisequavers
I quiver
harps, harpsichords
in poliphonic instincts
of a jazz crescendo
freed
from those very peaks
of your body in mine
like a saxophone solo
on my arched back
sliding along scratches
on chords you know
White
pale fingers
to embroider arabesques
on my score
I am
as an instrument, an orchestra
between blues rhapsodies'
arpeggios and demisequavers
I quiver
harps, harpsichords
in poliphonic instincts
of a jazz crescendo
freed
from those very peaks
of your body in mine
like a saxophone solo
989 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
14th Sep 2012 11:22pm
14th Sep 2012 11:22pm
Metamorphosis
It is not I
nor is this my body
in sculpted pieces
and slippery essence
to embrace you snugly
in the dunes
Born from the flux of a
torrent raging white limbs foam
in becoming...
changing my touch
and my lines
into a novel Aphrodite
Honied ebony skin
and huge starlakes
on the intense visage
of siren or demon
lithe goddess
born from senses
moulded from clay
by hand
River of flesh
to flood yur flanks
satin hands
to design your body and
wind melodies on the lips ...
nor is this my body
in sculpted pieces
and slippery essence
to embrace you snugly
in the dunes
Born from the flux of a
torrent raging white limbs foam
in becoming...
changing my touch
and my lines
into a novel Aphrodite
Honied ebony skin
and huge starlakes
on the intense visage
of siren or demon
lithe goddess
born from senses
moulded from clay
by hand
River of flesh
to flood yur flanks
satin hands
to design your body and
wind melodies on the lips ...
861 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
12th Sep 2012 6:20pm
12th Sep 2012 6:20pm
The music that plays on
Hands entwined like silken knots
on arms stretched to fly
Music slyly
squeezing the impulses
exploded from waiting
vulcanic like overflow
projectiles constrained by centuries
brought back to light
blinded
by new breaths always
insufficiently imagined
prickling angst
intense tickling
under a new skin
fleeting touches
promising shudders
blushing shivers
that don't show
but
too strong
to become words
or even glances
Trembling irises and pupils escaping
on suspended craters...
And the...
on arms stretched to fly
Music slyly
squeezing the impulses
exploded from waiting
vulcanic like overflow
projectiles constrained by centuries
brought back to light
blinded
by new breaths always
insufficiently imagined
prickling angst
intense tickling
under a new skin
fleeting touches
promising shudders
blushing shivers
that don't show
but
too strong
to become words
or even glances
Trembling irises and pupils escaping
on suspended craters...
And the...
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