Submissions by davidchirko (David Chirko)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Like Goethe, I would some day like to be thought of as a poet-psychologist, reflecting the quintessence of man's enigma.
Eva
Oh all of the tales that were said, and I heard,
Were you aware, in the least, of the lines that were told?
Girl, all of your wonders, they weren’t so absurd –
You won, you captured, you conquered my soul!
So my passion for you killed the fruit of my youth;
Disappointed was I, when I had to behold
Your real thoughts of me, I had soon learned the truth,
From the things you had said, that in time did unfold...
The pain and the hurt that had caused me to cry
Like a babe, for the warmth of its mother at night.
As the dark awaits day, I...
Were you aware, in the least, of the lines that were told?
Girl, all of your wonders, they weren’t so absurd –
You won, you captured, you conquered my soul!
So my passion for you killed the fruit of my youth;
Disappointed was I, when I had to behold
Your real thoughts of me, I had soon learned the truth,
From the things you had said, that in time did unfold...
The pain and the hurt that had caused me to cry
Like a babe, for the warmth of its mother at night.
As the dark awaits day, I...
#love
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Doigt a la fleur (Joyce Of Graces)
In the roll of her movements, she finds a private moment
Then writhes to squeeze twin pillars out of taut trousers;
Now dapper, in soaked panties that grab her Mound,
Dropping them, like petals, to the ground.
The gorge of her eminence opens like fish lips,
Then falcated fingers move in like a spider;
Imprisoned in marshy whirlpools under her belly
That rumble and heave like jelly.
Into her mouth she thrusts the vulcanized dream;
Like butterfly’s wings, she smacks it with Cupid’s tongue -
Imagining the explosion of his motherly...
Then writhes to squeeze twin pillars out of taut trousers;
Now dapper, in soaked panties that grab her Mound,
Dropping them, like petals, to the ground.
The gorge of her eminence opens like fish lips,
Then falcated fingers move in like a spider;
Imprisoned in marshy whirlpools under her belly
That rumble and heave like jelly.
Into her mouth she thrusts the vulcanized dream;
Like butterfly’s wings, she smacks it with Cupid’s tongue -
Imagining the explosion of his motherly...
#strength
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DU Poetry : Submissions by davidchirko (David Chirko)