Submissions by Metropolis
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
My Spanish Seductora
I shall always remember
sweet Sophia from Spain,
in a backless, red dress that fit so tight.
In an erotic fandango, with passion intertwined,
on that romantic, rainy night,
over me, she swayed in a
seductive lover's dance.
Now, with the falling of
a warm, salvaje rain,
over me, my umbrella
entwines with the wind,
up and down, side to side,
bringing back the memory
of that rainy night.
sweet Sophia from Spain,
in a backless, red dress that fit so tight.
In an erotic fandango, with passion intertwined,
on that romantic, rainy night,
over me, she swayed in a
seductive lover's dance.
Now, with the falling of
a warm, salvaje rain,
over me, my umbrella
entwines with the wind,
up and down, side to side,
bringing back the memory
of that rainy night.
#erotic
#rain
#sex
97 reads
A plea to the erotic writer.
Resist the urge to revise the words
that describe her slipping her jeans back on.
Keep her nude, bringing to light
her long, curly hair sprawled across her creamy skin.
Let her idle away time on her bed, legs spread, skin pale.
If she were to moan from self-pleasure, allow it.
Let her lie on cotton duvet covers by the window,
where the horny sun stares wide-eyed,
full of heat and perspiration.
And if you could, write me into the scene.
I wish to join her until the sun goes down.
that describe her slipping her jeans back on.
Keep her nude, bringing to light
her long, curly hair sprawled across her creamy skin.
Let her idle away time on her bed, legs spread, skin pale.
If she were to moan from self-pleasure, allow it.
Let her lie on cotton duvet covers by the window,
where the horny sun stares wide-eyed,
full of heat and perspiration.
And if you could, write me into the scene.
I wish to join her until the sun goes down.
#erotic
#sex
129 reads
Writing
There are times
when expression through poetry
or prose
is just as important as eating
or sleeping.
For some, it's a necessity,
a release from the pent-up pain
or anger
or just wanting an outlet for
anything on one's mind.
At least, that's the way I see it.
when expression through poetry
or prose
is just as important as eating
or sleeping.
For some, it's a necessity,
a release from the pent-up pain
or anger
or just wanting an outlet for
anything on one's mind.
At least, that's the way I see it.
#LifeAsAWriter
40 reads
Railroad watch
My father gave me a railroad watch,
and every now and then, in bed,
I open its face and sadly gaze
at another hour slipped away.
Another day older,
another page turned—
a calendar on the wall confirms
there's a station in life, I think we know.
But with more to say,
a train's on its way,
where time rebukes our further stay.
and every now and then, in bed,
I open its face and sadly gaze
at another hour slipped away.
Another day older,
another page turned—
a calendar on the wall confirms
there's a station in life, I think we know.
But with more to say,
a train's on its way,
where time rebukes our further stay.
#LifeCycle
55 reads
Fantasies are False
A new love
can be like flimsy paper;
any errant wind is liable to take it away.
In romance, security is an illusion.
Red flags are like little surprises.
We screw up when we ignore them.
Fantasies blind us to reality.
Even a lover's friends can be red flags.
Lessons are often learned with a heavy heart,
if at all.
Be realistic:
no one is perfect.
If being alone is better—
…is wiser—
so be it.
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But why am I telling you all this.
You already...
can be like flimsy paper;
any errant wind is liable to take it away.
In romance, security is an illusion.
Red flags are like little surprises.
We screw up when we ignore them.
Fantasies blind us to reality.
Even a lover's friends can be red flags.
Lessons are often learned with a heavy heart,
if at all.
Be realistic:
no one is perfect.
If being alone is better—
…is wiser—
so be it.
---------
But why am I telling you all this.
You already...
#love
#sex
67 reads
Until Tomorrow
There's a blue velvet world
like a marble
in your eye,
where shadows and storms
retreat when you smile,
and sleep
in its discernment
is mankind's blessing—
despite vague dreams
that keep you guessing.
A night's intermezzo
is a pause from the day,
when the mind turns slowly
on joys or dismay.
There's a blue velvet world
like a marble
in your eyes.
I know 'cause I've seen
where your beauty lies.
like a marble
in your eye,
where shadows and storms
retreat when you smile,
and sleep
in its discernment
is mankind's blessing—
despite vague dreams
that keep you guessing.
A night's intermezzo
is a pause from the day,
when the mind turns slowly
on joys or dismay.
There's a blue velvet world
like a marble
in your eyes.
I know 'cause I've seen
where your beauty lies.
#admiration
#love
68 reads
Der Orgasmus
#erotic
#sex
211 reads
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