Submissions by Mikash (Michael Ash Sharbaugh)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I compose music and weave words -- primarily about sex, desire, and rejection. I am a hedonist with a big heart. I swim in emotion, and welcome 'feeling.'
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2017 4:39am
22nd Aug 2017 4:39am
"Eclipse" [B]
Was it truly an eclipse
that darkened sour this lovelorn day,
or was it My Baby’s lips
that could not eclipse My Own?
that darkened sour this lovelorn day,
or was it My Baby’s lips
that could not eclipse My Own?
#love
#ShortStory
478 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Aug 2017 10:34pm
20th Aug 2017 10:34pm
An Awakening
.. at the fringe of first daylight,
We cast Our Souls into the throes of ardor, that blissful intoxicant:
Our breaths—they meld and swirl;
Our tongues—they probe and twirl,
exploring that which is tender across Our bodies.
We share an awakening.
We cast Our Souls into the throes of ardor, that blissful intoxicant:
Our breaths—they meld and swirl;
Our tongues—they probe and twirl,
exploring that which is tender across Our bodies.
We share an awakening.
#hope
#emotions
591 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Aug 2017 7:37pm
14th Aug 2017 7:37pm
"After____"
In the aftermath that is loving You,
My sails succumb
to a fullness of wind—
a gust of pure Heaven
that fills My sails ...
... unadulterated.
In the afterglow that is holding You,
My tongue drips
as if it were skinned—
Your breath does leaven
like some holy gale ...
.. all in Me unsated.
And in this holocost
of lascivious lust,
one truth remains—
one sacred ‘must’:
“endow Us ‘forever’,
‘lest We turn to dust.”
My sails succumb
to a fullness of wind—
a gust of pure Heaven
that fills My sails ...
... unadulterated.
In the afterglow that is holding You,
My tongue drips
as if it were skinned—
Your breath does leaven
like some holy gale ...
.. all in Me unsated.
And in this holocost
of lascivious lust,
one truth remains—
one sacred ‘must’:
“endow Us ‘forever’,
‘lest We turn to dust.”
#PopCulture
516 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Aug 2017 3:55pm
12th Aug 2017 3:55pm
Melt Into Me
Melt into Me:
head unto chest,
hand unto breast.
Let the world slow to a furtive heartbeat.
None can hear.
None can shear
that ecstacious glory that is ‘We.’
head unto chest,
hand unto breast.
Let the world slow to a furtive heartbeat.
None can hear.
None can shear
that ecstacious glory that is ‘We.’
#love
#lust
#sex
#erotic
#passion
611 reads
6 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Aug 2017 1:32pm
12th Aug 2017 1:32pm
An Awakening
You are My Awakening—
... that electric surge
that heralds a purge
of obsolesence.
An Awakening—
... an infallible spell
that proved the death knell
of desuetude.
An Awakening ...
... a cherished blush
that precludes a rush
of adolescence.
One again ...
... wanted.
And all the fruits Youth has to bear
are there for Us Two to share
in a bliss none can ever know.
... that electric surge
that heralds a purge
of obsolesence.
An Awakening—
... an infallible spell
that proved the death knell
of desuetude.
An Awakening ...
... a cherished blush
that precludes a rush
of adolescence.
One again ...
... wanted.
And all the fruits Youth has to bear
are there for Us Two to share
in a bliss none can ever know.
#love
#universe
#uplifting
#metaphor
#crush
495 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Aug 2017 11:46pm
5th Aug 2017 11:46pm
Bloodthirsty
A primitive mood
has crept upon Me
in such a corrosive fashion.
I long to embrace You,
for I am bloodthirsty—
abducted by thoughts of wild abandon.
Fumbling, I am—
willing to admit
I’d bear the earthborn scars
of Your gushing morsel.
(Bleed into Me!)
(Succumb to My tongue!)
Let passion be Our servant.
Not reason. Nor grace.
Let Us be fugitives.
From lipstick. From lace.
Let us flirt with bloodsport
like carnies in Spring.
Let conspiracy preclude atonement;
allow...
has crept upon Me
in such a corrosive fashion.
I long to embrace You,
for I am bloodthirsty—
abducted by thoughts of wild abandon.
Fumbling, I am—
willing to admit
I’d bear the earthborn scars
of Your gushing morsel.
(Bleed into Me!)
(Succumb to My tongue!)
Let passion be Our servant.
Not reason. Nor grace.
Let Us be fugitives.
From lipstick. From lace.
Let us flirt with bloodsport
like carnies in Spring.
Let conspiracy preclude atonement;
allow...
#lust
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Aug 2017 5:59pm
4th Aug 2017 5:59pm
"Skin" [A]
Creamy canvas
fine as soft silk
grace these lips
velvet wet milk
supple to the lip
ag’ed red wine
sweet the taste
now in its prime
let Me embrace
Yer skin in awe
less be perfect
n’er be a flaw!
fine as soft silk
grace these lips
velvet wet milk
supple to the lip
ag’ed red wine
sweet the taste
now in its prime
let Me embrace
Yer skin in awe
less be perfect
n’er be a flaw!
#lust
#women
#sex
#food
#sensual
548 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Aug 2017 6:55am
3rd Aug 2017 6:55am
"The Ritual" [A]
You greet Me
each morn
in Your soft and hazy form.
For a moment, obscured,
by the darkness, inured,
yet soon the shadows fade.
A Sun so shy
finally arrives—
drizzles beams
across Your body
like the mists of fine, light rain.
Adorned, You are,
in a saintly, hallowed glow.
Adored, You remain,
devoured by these hungry eyes.
Such is the ritual
of a year’s worth of holy days
spent by Your side.
In mind, in body
I am Yours.
each morn
in Your soft and hazy form.
For a moment, obscured,
by the darkness, inured,
yet soon the shadows fade.
A Sun so shy
finally arrives—
drizzles beams
across Your body
like the mists of fine, light rain.
Adorned, You are,
in a saintly, hallowed glow.
Adored, You remain,
devoured by these hungry eyes.
Such is the ritual
of a year’s worth of holy days
spent by Your side.
In mind, in body
I am Yours.
#sun
#nature
#gratitude
#admiration
#dawn
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Jul 2017 6:09pm
27th Jul 2017 6:09pm
A Regret
My mind’s eye ...
so preoccupied
picturing
how You looked
before You left
this morning.
I’m sure You were a vision.
Alas ... I did not turn to look.
My regret turns sour—
more so as ev’ry hour
passes
away from You.
I swear
I shall never
blind these eyes,
nor sever,
their focus
away from You ...
... again.
so preoccupied
picturing
how You looked
before You left
this morning.
I’m sure You were a vision.
Alas ... I did not turn to look.
My regret turns sour—
more so as ev’ry hour
passes
away from You.
I swear
I shall never
blind these eyes,
nor sever,
their focus
away from You ...
... again.
539 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Jul 2017 8:38am
27th Jul 2017 8:38am
Your Deprived Sprite
Do You relish
when I’m devilish—
want You all to Myself?
Wouldst Thou cherish
should I perish—
‘thout You all to Myself?
Known to be selfish,
I’m coming for You tonight.
With tendencies for mischief,
I, Your Deprived Sprite.
Oh, how could I relinquish—
dare vanquish—
but one moment by Your side?
Allow Me to replenish—
no!—flourish!—
sip from Your fountain-side.
Known to be selfish,
I’m coming for You tonight.
With tendencies for mischief,
I, Your Deprived Sprite.
when I’m devilish—
want You all to Myself?
Wouldst Thou cherish
should I perish—
‘thout You all to Myself?
Known to be selfish,
I’m coming for You tonight.
With tendencies for mischief,
I, Your Deprived Sprite.
Oh, how could I relinquish—
dare vanquish—
but one moment by Your side?
Allow Me to replenish—
no!—flourish!—
sip from Your fountain-side.
Known to be selfish,
I’m coming for You tonight.
With tendencies for mischief,
I, Your Deprived Sprite.
517 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Jul 2017 7:45am
27th Jul 2017 7:45am
Cool Belly
My belly—
still moist from the kiss You gave it a moment ago—
feels cool in the breeze.
still moist from the kiss You gave it a moment ago—
feels cool in the breeze.
486 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Jun 2017 2:26pm
15th Jun 2017 2:26pm
Ring [A]
I keep on thinking
‘bout that ring ‘round Your finger ...
... need You to know that
I shall forever linger
in its folds—
‘thin You, and ‘round You,
ev’ry step of the day.
‘bout that ring ‘round Your finger ...
... need You to know that
I shall forever linger
in its folds—
‘thin You, and ‘round You,
ev’ry step of the day.
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4 Comments
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