Submissions by PorousPen
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write sometimes to lose myself; other times to find myself again.
Words
Words are to a poet what candy is to a child
temptingly sweet, they call to you
melting slowly on the tongue,
meant to be savored
ever so tempting
even when you try to abstain
they find you
waiting to be unwrapped
tasted, discovered,
until you find yourself once again indulging.
temptingly sweet, they call to you
melting slowly on the tongue,
meant to be savored
ever so tempting
even when you try to abstain
they find you
waiting to be unwrapped
tasted, discovered,
until you find yourself once again indulging.
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A Kiss
A kiss is four lips meeting
two people touching
one desire shared
none immune
two people touching
one desire shared
none immune
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when death lives in this world
reaching out
with a gentle touch
luring you close, then yet closer
suffocating you slowly
with a lover's kiss
an endless embrace
sucking out life
while pulling you deeper
so enticing, inviting
until you realize too late
life was an illusion
the one unattainable goal
loss brings with it gain
death brings with it life
with a gentle touch
luring you close, then yet closer
suffocating you slowly
with a lover's kiss
an endless embrace
sucking out life
while pulling you deeper
so enticing, inviting
until you realize too late
life was an illusion
the one unattainable goal
loss brings with it gain
death brings with it life
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A Steamy Awakening
With the look of sleep still in her eyes,
she rises, hair tousled
reaching for you with a desperate want
anticipating your scent, your taste.
Yet you tease as she seeks you,
she gropes in the dim early light
with a touch ever so familiar
pushing your buttons, getting you started
she fills you up, looks at you longingly
licking her lips, hardly able to wait.
Restraint is a stranger in the early morning hours
when she finds herself in such extreme need.
You start to stir, her ministrations bringing you to life,
low noises fill...
she rises, hair tousled
reaching for you with a desperate want
anticipating your scent, your taste.
Yet you tease as she seeks you,
she gropes in the dim early light
with a touch ever so familiar
pushing your buttons, getting you started
she fills you up, looks at you longingly
licking her lips, hardly able to wait.
Restraint is a stranger in the early morning hours
when she finds herself in such extreme need.
You start to stir, her ministrations bringing you to life,
low noises fill...
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Until
When your hand slips from mine,
You on one side, I on the other
I'll still feel the warmth of your touch
When life goes on regardless
In the smallest and quietest of moments
You'll be heard and felt
In my very heartbeat,
In the pulses of my life,
For you are a part of me always.
Although your hand slips from mine
You will never leave
For I'll still hold on tight
When your arms no more
can reach out,
Your love will encircle me
For that has always wrapped
Not just around my body
But around my heart and...
You on one side, I on the other
I'll still feel the warmth of your touch
When life goes on regardless
In the smallest and quietest of moments
You'll be heard and felt
In my very heartbeat,
In the pulses of my life,
For you are a part of me always.
Although your hand slips from mine
You will never leave
For I'll still hold on tight
When your arms no more
can reach out,
Your love will encircle me
For that has always wrapped
Not just around my body
But around my heart and...
934 reads
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