Submissions by Zest4LifenLove
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My mind is a labyrinth. My words are the keys to my freedom.
No Need to Introduce Yourself
It was just for one night.
How could I say no?
Why deny myself this pleasure
Most would never understand?
Call me a heathen. Spit on my wounds.
Dance across my spine if it brings you delight.
Yet, you will never put to sleep
This beast within who snarls at your antics.
I drink to you! Cheers to you!
Your blinded minds I laugh at as good sport.
It tickles me in places hidden from sight.
Streams of desire flow down my leg,
Leading to an ocean I frequent to quench my thirst.
It was just for one night,
But continued with every night that...
How could I say no?
Why deny myself this pleasure
Most would never understand?
Call me a heathen. Spit on my wounds.
Dance across my spine if it brings you delight.
Yet, you will never put to sleep
This beast within who snarls at your antics.
I drink to you! Cheers to you!
Your blinded minds I laugh at as good sport.
It tickles me in places hidden from sight.
Streams of desire flow down my leg,
Leading to an ocean I frequent to quench my thirst.
It was just for one night,
But continued with every night that...
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Reserved Revelry
Reluctantly, he handed over the key.
Persistently, he yearned for me,
Churning violently the wanton vessel
That rests atop his being.
My fleeing, an act of pure mortal terror,
A damaging error no amount of repentance can undo,
Burned my fate onto iron stones
That he skips across crystal blue rivers.
A smile laced with limerence beckons me,
Convincing my senile spirit to recover,
Absent to discover this paper key belonged
As a tool in his ornate illusion.
This conclusion? Simple at best.
His nimbleness, an attractive trait,...
Persistently, he yearned for me,
Churning violently the wanton vessel
That rests atop his being.
My fleeing, an act of pure mortal terror,
A damaging error no amount of repentance can undo,
Burned my fate onto iron stones
That he skips across crystal blue rivers.
A smile laced with limerence beckons me,
Convincing my senile spirit to recover,
Absent to discover this paper key belonged
As a tool in his ornate illusion.
This conclusion? Simple at best.
His nimbleness, an attractive trait,...
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