Submissions by Styxian
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Don't take for granted that Cupid's arrow is a goddamn arrow...
Cocoon
From a deep cocoon, protrudes
the wet beginning of a butterfly
But a nub at first,
as curious as I
I coax it to come
I whisper close
my lips brush the fine hairs
moistening it, as it
offers moisture back
-Kisses me back
all natural, how
It's wings swell, between my lips
It wants to soar
yet pinned by my tongue
Fluttering, it glistens
over its own softness
Seeking to explore
our pruned gardens
I fall back, grasping tight
Butterfly comes forth
pouring over my...
the wet beginning of a butterfly
But a nub at first,
as curious as I
I coax it to come
I whisper close
my lips brush the fine hairs
moistening it, as it
offers moisture back
-Kisses me back
all natural, how
It's wings swell, between my lips
It wants to soar
yet pinned by my tongue
Fluttering, it glistens
over its own softness
Seeking to explore
our pruned gardens
I fall back, grasping tight
Butterfly comes forth
pouring over my...
#erotic
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Jey Saree
I close my eyes
so that I may see
and we begin anew
visions ribbon reality
I smell your hair
it takes me home
nothing else brings
such sanctuary
by the window, posed
a sheet robes your body
robbing me, of God's trophy
but the shoulder, exposed
enticing, embrace me
my lips caress the offering
misty evening
the moon is blue
each man alone
dreams of you
Jey Saree,
nude was meant for you
while the rest transgress
in nakedness
closer now,
eyelashes...
so that I may see
and we begin anew
visions ribbon reality
I smell your hair
it takes me home
nothing else brings
such sanctuary
by the window, posed
a sheet robes your body
robbing me, of God's trophy
but the shoulder, exposed
enticing, embrace me
my lips caress the offering
misty evening
the moon is blue
each man alone
dreams of you
Jey Saree,
nude was meant for you
while the rest transgress
in nakedness
closer now,
eyelashes...
#erotic
#lover
#sensual
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All Dreams
I read your letter by candlelight,
your promises are golden.
I shall not sleep much between
now and the moment
when your words become yellow ribbons,
cut at the ceremony
of reacquaintance.
Tonight, when sleep does overcome
my stubborn conscience,
dreams will be absent.
I've not one, for all fell away
through my open hand,
silent like paper songs
over the side of the bed.
Dreams were let go
to fill my heart of hope
that I carry when I'm conscious.
It weighs me less
though so much in it.
I...
your promises are golden.
I shall not sleep much between
now and the moment
when your words become yellow ribbons,
cut at the ceremony
of reacquaintance.
Tonight, when sleep does overcome
my stubborn conscience,
dreams will be absent.
I've not one, for all fell away
through my open hand,
silent like paper songs
over the side of the bed.
Dreams were let go
to fill my heart of hope
that I carry when I'm conscious.
It weighs me less
though so much in it.
I...
#happiness
#love
#hope
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