Submissions by darksighs
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Ruthless Baring by pen.. Stroke my Ego or Show me No Mercy!
LOVE POEM
Published
17th May 2015 5:12pm
17th May 2015 5:12pm
That Kiss
Take my hand and hide with me
in the wet-stains after dark.
Rain will wrap us safe and long
to chase lightning bugs, a'spark.
Shadows drip need-rainbow heat,
Infusing shades of brown on green
and crushing velvet-red of heart.
We are target to that cusp of flame,
fall weak in tongues of sweetest press
and hands in hair, hot body mesh.
I want to need, so close to pain.
Our teardrops kiss 'neath spatter-rain.
Licking quick those mixed in wane,
heartbeats strong, pulse vein on vein.
Eyes locked...
in the wet-stains after dark.
Rain will wrap us safe and long
to chase lightning bugs, a'spark.
Shadows drip need-rainbow heat,
Infusing shades of brown on green
and crushing velvet-red of heart.
We are target to that cusp of flame,
fall weak in tongues of sweetest press
and hands in hair, hot body mesh.
I want to need, so close to pain.
Our teardrops kiss 'neath spatter-rain.
Licking quick those mixed in wane,
heartbeats strong, pulse vein on vein.
Eyes locked...
671 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th May 2015 4:57pm
17th May 2015 4:57pm
Forgotten Pledge
That pretty doll, so sad today
in mottled scraps of color-fade.
She owns her shelf, on morose ledge,
the world forgot its hardy pledge...
To keep her close, and on display,
so here she sits, alone, today.
An ache, inside of hollowed cloth,
grants fate its final, flawless toss.
Despair erodes a driven need-
('tis no small feat, she cannot bleed)
Dreams she's gathered, never unfold.
She's told to sit, she's told and told...
If one might come and dust away,
debris' fine work in heart's decay..
She'd paint a smile upon...
in mottled scraps of color-fade.
She owns her shelf, on morose ledge,
the world forgot its hardy pledge...
To keep her close, and on display,
so here she sits, alone, today.
An ache, inside of hollowed cloth,
grants fate its final, flawless toss.
Despair erodes a driven need-
('tis no small feat, she cannot bleed)
Dreams she's gathered, never unfold.
She's told to sit, she's told and told...
If one might come and dust away,
debris' fine work in heart's decay..
She'd paint a smile upon...
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1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
17th May 2015 4:03am
17th May 2015 4:03am
bondage by body
No cuffs I need
to sip of seed,
my chains are body parts...
No whip about
nor feathers' pout,
I link with hips and heart...
I've never found
to hold you down,
when you're always pulling close
..close ..close.
Or force your tip
to hotly slip
'tween breasts till you explode.
..almost..
..so close..
My fevered lips
an aching grip,
Throat holds you while you go.
Won't force your hands
into my hair,
I crave rough
just
right
..there.
No blindfold needed ...
to sip of seed,
my chains are body parts...
No whip about
nor feathers' pout,
I link with hips and heart...
I've never found
to hold you down,
when you're always pulling close
..close ..close.
Or force your tip
to hotly slip
'tween breasts till you explode.
..almost..
..so close..
My fevered lips
an aching grip,
Throat holds you while you go.
Won't force your hands
into my hair,
I crave rough
just
right
..there.
No blindfold needed ...
1218 reads
9 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
16th May 2015 11:41pm
16th May 2015 11:41pm
All-Sacred Yields
Some days I crave to shed this skin
from contretemps I wallow in.
Extirpate, and then peel them off.
Compile a pore-pile, loss by loss..
Into the water-
toss. toss. toss.
Next comes me..(the bone, in sauce.)
Of all those massive fleshy links.
(a twisted skein of water-sink)
I choke 'em down, drink by drink,
so full now, I brush on brink.
I toss in shame and that pile grows,
as puddle becomes a waterhole!
I tread currents, kicking with haste..
(a managed gulp, that salty taste)
Angry water starts to...
from contretemps I wallow in.
Extirpate, and then peel them off.
Compile a pore-pile, loss by loss..
Into the water-
toss. toss. toss.
Next comes me..(the bone, in sauce.)
Of all those massive fleshy links.
(a twisted skein of water-sink)
I choke 'em down, drink by drink,
so full now, I brush on brink.
I toss in shame and that pile grows,
as puddle becomes a waterhole!
I tread currents, kicking with haste..
(a managed gulp, that salty taste)
Angry water starts to...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
16th May 2015 7:30pm
16th May 2015 7:30pm
Woman-flesh, Igniting
Before him..
I spent my smiles
between palest thighs
of satin sundown..
I went shallow
for soft kisses,
dark hair long in my fists.
Grateful for the night
and this woman..
She was my graceful arch
of slender hips,
beckoning tender with moistened lips..
I died to be there
molded skin to skin
in soft seduction 'midst barren sin..
Intelligent beauty
hung tranquil from her gaze..
her smooth body wrap,
promised pleasure in foretaste…
In weakened appreciation,
I bowed to...
I spent my smiles
between palest thighs
of satin sundown..
I went shallow
for soft kisses,
dark hair long in my fists.
Grateful for the night
and this woman..
She was my graceful arch
of slender hips,
beckoning tender with moistened lips..
I died to be there
molded skin to skin
in soft seduction 'midst barren sin..
Intelligent beauty
hung tranquil from her gaze..
her smooth body wrap,
promised pleasure in foretaste…
In weakened appreciation,
I bowed to...
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th May 2015 4:52pm
15th May 2015 4:52pm
Down to Two
If I were to kiss your mouth
and be borne again
'neath your flame,
Would you hold me up..
caress my name..
against Time's awful stand?
If you were to pull away,
I'd be denied air..
Like cells on boil
after acid rain
has rolled through soul town.
Would it be enough
to convince
of my solid-rock stare?
Of those spaces inside,
a forever lonely body-cry..
without you there?
and there, and there.
Might I see you melt
your wings for me? ...
and be borne again
'neath your flame,
Would you hold me up..
caress my name..
against Time's awful stand?
If you were to pull away,
I'd be denied air..
Like cells on boil
after acid rain
has rolled through soul town.
Would it be enough
to convince
of my solid-rock stare?
Of those spaces inside,
a forever lonely body-cry..
without you there?
and there, and there.
Might I see you melt
your wings for me? ...
774 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
15th May 2015 4:12pm
15th May 2015 4:12pm
Adornment in a cameo
Adornment in a cameo
grasping slender neck..
Garter'ed of a ribbon, black,
matching Time's reflect...
Bead and bauble, bang-up job.
String and toggle, kiss Macabre.
The hiss and tighten, I staunch now,
will charm me soon, to silent sound.
Sins and shard-dust, Lay me out.
That bubble breaks, I have no clout.
Bend and breach, veracious me.
'Can't bind nor patch, to hide the sting.
I see you sweat, It's not your fault,
I am my own worst fire-start.
So breathe for me when air runs out,
then...
grasping slender neck..
Garter'ed of a ribbon, black,
matching Time's reflect...
Bead and bauble, bang-up job.
String and toggle, kiss Macabre.
The hiss and tighten, I staunch now,
will charm me soon, to silent sound.
Sins and shard-dust, Lay me out.
That bubble breaks, I have no clout.
Bend and breach, veracious me.
'Can't bind nor patch, to hide the sting.
I see you sweat, It's not your fault,
I am my own worst fire-start.
So breathe for me when air runs out,
then...
677 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
14th May 2015 11:55pm
14th May 2015 11:55pm
On tummy...
I drop down bold, draping the bed,
roll to tummy, whisper of wet.
I glance back at you, in shiny-stare..
One slim shoulder, tilted in tease,
my pale toes winking, in midair.
Body soft, in wake of my bare.
You settle behind,
layer me line for line.
Warm with kisses,
fine-tossed
up my back
across my face..
Teeth and tongue at neck
as we skin-mingle in taste.
I arc my submission
in whimpers
under and through you.
Palm pressed upon me,
you enter
my smallest tight place.. ...
roll to tummy, whisper of wet.
I glance back at you, in shiny-stare..
One slim shoulder, tilted in tease,
my pale toes winking, in midair.
Body soft, in wake of my bare.
You settle behind,
layer me line for line.
Warm with kisses,
fine-tossed
up my back
across my face..
Teeth and tongue at neck
as we skin-mingle in taste.
I arc my submission
in whimpers
under and through you.
Palm pressed upon me,
you enter
my smallest tight place.. ...
1159 reads
18 Comments
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