Submissions by RainC_Tara (rain1courtel)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My disrobed pen,... reflects my nude emotions...
Poetically Poetry
there’s this Blank Verus rush, this fix from poetry that lingers Senryu euphoria under my breath,
yet, I’ve never envisioned my prose as a high.
it’s never quenched my Terza Rima thirst, or artificially fulfilled me from Pastoral purging.
i’ve never made love to him,
never felt his Haikus skin against mine.
my Limerick limbs never spread wide enough to let him in, though I paused for Sonnets-ink to artistically bleed onto lineless sheets of my heart.
he has never entertained me that way.
so often I exploited Romanticism...
yet, I’ve never envisioned my prose as a high.
it’s never quenched my Terza Rima thirst, or artificially fulfilled me from Pastoral purging.
i’ve never made love to him,
never felt his Haikus skin against mine.
my Limerick limbs never spread wide enough to let him in, though I paused for Sonnets-ink to artistically bleed onto lineless sheets of my heart.
he has never entertained me that way.
so often I exploited Romanticism...
#metaphor
1460 reads
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Obsessed With The Way She Taste

1488 reads
31 Comments
Yen
i need the almond drippings
from his regal phallus to anoint my tongue and christen my throat,
so the language of him can be reborn
and live on my lips forever
i want to hear the madness of his fragmented moans
listen as his groans gain momentum,
when he dips his strength inside my swell, baptizing it with the warmest nectar his throb could ever grasp
it’s the yen on my skin that’s got me spent, got me twisted and bent,
to the point I could easily tip over from a singular lick
i crave to ride his harden promise,
slow...
from his regal phallus to anoint my tongue and christen my throat,
so the language of him can be reborn
and live on my lips forever
i want to hear the madness of his fragmented moans
listen as his groans gain momentum,
when he dips his strength inside my swell, baptizing it with the warmest nectar his throb could ever grasp
it’s the yen on my skin that’s got me spent, got me twisted and bent,
to the point I could easily tip over from a singular lick
i crave to ride his harden promise,
slow...
#lust
#erotic
#sensual
#temptation
#passion
2014 reads
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Covered in Prose
i would love to endure your touch against my skin while the placidity of your language curl my breath just to consume desire’s head whole.
....and I wish I could taste your history beneath my tongue, relish the level of conciseness in your speech,
only to season my thirst for what you articulate in flawless and absolute ways,
ways that leave me intoxicated and wet, soaked from your pressurized rain.
i’ve craved to clutch my impressions back and slowly let your verses and verbs slide down my throat,
so I could… cling to the perfect couplet. ...
....and I wish I could taste your history beneath my tongue, relish the level of conciseness in your speech,
only to season my thirst for what you articulate in flawless and absolute ways,
ways that leave me intoxicated and wet, soaked from your pressurized rain.
i’ve craved to clutch my impressions back and slowly let your verses and verbs slide down my throat,
so I could… cling to the perfect couplet. ...
#love
#music
1264 reads
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Arroused

2345 reads
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Indifference
life makes inconsistent burnt offerings
choices incessantly seem biased,
decisions always appear lopsided...
amidst burlesque faces.
acoustic accountability
not so obviously penned,
my language becomes my sin
then the silence that’s golden
gets thrown in...
narcotic winds,
in a numinous flicker
of pleasure indifference.
he characterize the heritage
of my abiding resistance,
then soft sighs of comfort
caught me,
embedded passages
within segments of affection ...
choices incessantly seem biased,
decisions always appear lopsided...
amidst burlesque faces.
acoustic accountability
not so obviously penned,
my language becomes my sin
then the silence that’s golden
gets thrown in...
narcotic winds,
in a numinous flicker
of pleasure indifference.
he characterize the heritage
of my abiding resistance,
then soft sighs of comfort
caught me,
embedded passages
within segments of affection ...
1216 reads
33 Comments
Satin Scripture

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It’s been 2 weeks, 1 day, and 14 hours
I love you.
I miss you.
I can no longer say it to your face
so I thought I’d write it in a poem,
let you know there’s an emptiness in my heart
from the void you’ve left behind.
It’s been 2 weeks, 1 day, and 14 hours
since your sunset…
and my days are still crashing into my nights.
Time stood still.
The air a little thicker, the birds a little quieter
and the sky a littler darker.
Normalcy in my life vanished the moment you
closed your eyes.
And I’m trying my best to stand within my faith
and be joyful in the...
I miss you.
I can no longer say it to your face
so I thought I’d write it in a poem,
let you know there’s an emptiness in my heart
from the void you’ve left behind.
It’s been 2 weeks, 1 day, and 14 hours
since your sunset…
and my days are still crashing into my nights.
Time stood still.
The air a little thicker, the birds a little quieter
and the sky a littler darker.
Normalcy in my life vanished the moment you
closed your eyes.
And I’m trying my best to stand within my faith
and be joyful in the...
1737 reads
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When He Genuinely Loves You~
When he genuinely loves you….
he captures your dreams in the palms of his hands
then blows kisses to the subtle breeze they drift upon.
When you converse with him he focuses attentively,
listens with an open-mind, not always on one accord
or in agreement…but respectful of your conviction
and your power to discern, question and….understand.
He strolls ahead of you if you want to experience
the heat of uncertainty, but the blaze may be too much.
He floats steadily by your side when life spreads your wings
but you could utilize his...
he captures your dreams in the palms of his hands
then blows kisses to the subtle breeze they drift upon.
When you converse with him he focuses attentively,
listens with an open-mind, not always on one accord
or in agreement…but respectful of your conviction
and your power to discern, question and….understand.
He strolls ahead of you if you want to experience
the heat of uncertainty, but the blaze may be too much.
He floats steadily by your side when life spreads your wings
but you could utilize his...
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Lyrically Lusting (Envisioning Your Strut)
Forgive me in advance before my next line of candidness,
but I can’t evade the fact of wondering what transpires
when you take those powerful steps
and each groove of your zipper begins flirting with my reasoning.
I want to inbox you intimate stories hidden behind my curves,
Box you in with the strawberry saliva trailing my smile
as passionate as the throb between your firm thighs
slides against the feverish sweat of my breasts.
My jewel…
spilled it’s warm secret before my fingers even had a chance
to properly reveal it…
all...
but I can’t evade the fact of wondering what transpires
when you take those powerful steps
and each groove of your zipper begins flirting with my reasoning.
I want to inbox you intimate stories hidden behind my curves,
Box you in with the strawberry saliva trailing my smile
as passionate as the throb between your firm thighs
slides against the feverish sweat of my breasts.
My jewel…
spilled it’s warm secret before my fingers even had a chance
to properly reveal it…
all...
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SILENCE~
I used to misplace my sanity with him.
Embrace time, lounging in the seraphic delight of his flow
drenching me like rains of intimate history.
I used to allow it to signify something profound
just to impress my thighs each time I granted him in.
I’d let my mind drift and gaze as he kissed away
the fragile folds of secrets remaining in the passion we once knew.
It was jovial plagiarizing the beauty of the nights
with the same silk sins during the day..
But, the bond strengthened…
Yet,
while air impregnated our lungs with ...
Embrace time, lounging in the seraphic delight of his flow
drenching me like rains of intimate history.
I used to allow it to signify something profound
just to impress my thighs each time I granted him in.
I’d let my mind drift and gaze as he kissed away
the fragile folds of secrets remaining in the passion we once knew.
It was jovial plagiarizing the beauty of the nights
with the same silk sins during the day..
But, the bond strengthened…
Yet,
while air impregnated our lungs with ...
1933 reads
44 Comments
Be Encouraged~
I know color spectrums in the lining
of your lunar heart won’t always shine
in ethereal radiance...
Won’t always embrace the warmth
of salaam,
but I pray…
I really do,
that you comprehend and see that even nightfall
is created with predominant vibrancy,
those snowy silvers, heroic hues, brutal days
of unyielding fortitude.
I pray the same extremities that
interlace pledges and promises within mine
discover space and measured time to
misplace it’s inhale moving aimlessly ...
of your lunar heart won’t always shine
in ethereal radiance...
Won’t always embrace the warmth
of salaam,
but I pray…
I really do,
that you comprehend and see that even nightfall
is created with predominant vibrancy,
those snowy silvers, heroic hues, brutal days
of unyielding fortitude.
I pray the same extremities that
interlace pledges and promises within mine
discover space and measured time to
misplace it’s inhale moving aimlessly ...
1549 reads
24 Comments
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