Haikus of Many Flavors

Skipping ~

My mind skips to you,

Hip kick, quippy smile girl

I try not to trip.

 


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My Hands ~


I smile knowingly,

her breasts were made for my hands

As were other parts.

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Whispers ~

Hidden words whisper,

As her soul shouts to be heard

Mirror doesn't tell.

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Little Kitten ~

Kittens fangs are short

Paws petite, but claws sharpened

Feral to the bone.

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Fire ~

Roaring fires burn

buried deep in the mind

my eyes shine with it.

 


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Red Wine ~

Keyed up in body

Red mixed with red finds the head

as my eyes find you.

 


By Philip Wardlow