grey is my favorite color
satin caress of old wood
can make me osmose with my knickers
(i mean that to be something good)
...
butter soft heavyweight leather
pressing down warm on my skin
corrupts me erupts in me passions
that x-ray my bones from within
...
warm scented fresh brushed old silver
sends shivers snap down my spine
desire drenched groans slip undeeded
at sips of perfected old wine
...
growling deep moans from old bellows
sing me dark dances that burn
wee scars don't mean much in the long run
to old oak that's lovingly turned
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lightshine that sparks from old crystal
flares from a soul that's within
leaves heartbeat and breath rather lacking
i fantasize sweet nights of sin
...
i need help, yes... what you askin?
ask me that question again?
you thought i was talkin bout antiques!?!
my dear, i was talkin bout men!
YOU ARE READING
*breathe in deep, hold on tight, eye to eye, grin to grin, fall on in, please...
Puisia short collection of sometimes delightful, sometimes sad, sometimes dark poems. there's a little something for everyone. you may see biker poetry, love, lust, and revenge. something new every so often, so visit when you need to escape the everyd...
