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Love Poems


In The Mist

A vapor dissipating quickly; A wisp of smoke vanishes in the air. The wind has a change in direction; All the sudden you are there. An illusion is on the horizon; An Oasis peeking through the haze. I squint and I can barely see it; If I turn my head it fades away. In the mist I can almost see you; In the fog are you really there? Why did you make your presence known? Did you know I would...Read On


How Hath Love made my life Anew?

How hath love change my life

How Hath Love made my life Anew? By Milik the Red Oh darling love so sweet and tender, my heart doth ache when I remember Our nights of secret passion spent in the sacred confines of your boudoir. Of lustful hours spent in Yearning, drawn to you by unquenched thirsting, A welcome Succubi come bursting into the dreary dreadful cursing That described my life in time of you before. ...Read On



Sometimes I wake up, I cry, Then smile, As I remember the sound of your voice. Sometimes I look up, To the sky, And smile, As I remember you're somewhere out there. Sometimes I lay in my bed, Staring at the wall, Then smile, As I close my eyes and imagine that you're here. Sometimes I forget, That you're so far, Then smile, As I put my hand on my heart remembering you're there. Sometimes...Read On



Broken - Repair I wasn’t always miserable as you can probably see, there once was a boy in my life that was very important to me. We started out as friends and slowly began to fall,  but as it turns out our love was fairly small.   I finally got enough courage to tell him how I felt, He responded to my feelings and with that I surely melt.   I felt like the luckiest girl in the...Read On


Study Hard

How to reconcile school and relationships

I wipe the smug from my chin and fish for the key. I’m late again. I need the hall to myself a moment Before we meet. It’s like a hum in the air, A rumble in the boards, this new thing between. At my side, your nose squinches, a parakeet in rain, Scratching the breeze for wafts of unsanctified prayers, The ones the gods scatter, by ill winds cleft. But I keep baby wipes in the car, you...Read On


The Hallway Greet

How every man should be greeted by their girl after a hard day's work...

I greet you at the door after a hard day’s work, plant a deep, warm, wet kiss on your mouth and press my body up against yours, Can you feel how much I want you, hun?  Our hands explore each other’s bodies as I gently slip off your coat and let it drop to the floor. I feel your body tighten and muscles contract, my pelvis pushing hard against you now, I can feel you, babe, I...Read On


Our First Time

Our first time was like: Haggling with a dealer, For our honor, It was smooth, Awkward, Useless, Like breaking bones. Under the table, Lies the box, The boxof pride. To find your way our way out of the box, Was like walking through the forest of Resentment, Wrath Jealousy And romance. Finding no end. We had to go through the passage way of mystery, It...Read On


Waves of Passion

Waves of passion causing crinkles in the sheets; Fists taking hold of them in reaction as our bodies meet; A flood of emotions slowly fill my hot core, As you rise above me making me want you even more. Your heavy body as it slowly falls upon mine, Sends a piercing jolt, as your hardness crosses my vertical line. The pressure of you filling me, instantly makes me moan, Through the love we...Read On


Hot Tamale

If food be the food of love, love on

My fantastic ideal would be To be your Mexican housepoetess: Aztec princess, ceremonial heart-swiper, Gymnastically bilingual just as I am bisexual, A hot tamale in bedazzled headgear, pink plumage, Bronzed arms stained with the sex juice of my victims: see them laid Out upon the stairway to my bedroom at each dawn of another exhaustless day. Ay, caramba! But reality ‘tis, I’m much more...Read On


Singing Old Love Songs

Singing to and dancing with your lover

Singing Old Love Songs Sisyphus If I could I’d sing to you, and even though my voice might crack, or stray off key or I’d forget the words and have to hum those bars, still, I’d look into your eyes and hold my hands in front of me, palms up and croon those words Sinatra sang, “ Oh night and day, you are the one ” and “ All of me— why not take all of me ”-- and...Read On


The Thought Of You...

...has an effect on me and the thought of you....

...stays with me all day and nights too. At first glance of a mornings dew - in the moment when breaths are few. My lips smile at the thought of you. ...being with me, alone please too. You are much more than just a screw, Our friendship means something, its true. My juices flow at the thought of you. ...drives me insanely crazy too. Maybe I'm just crazy for you. Just like when I smell too...Read On


New revalations

to a friend who has opened a door for me....

My control your desire Your pain My pleasure Our trust in each other Punnishment for pleasure Tears of pain becomes Tears of pleasure Bound and gagged Lust for more Temptation to become sore My thrill your wish My climax your goal Chained together our souls My command you must obey I am the Master as you are the slave you feel controlled but safe.......Read On



Letting go and giving into ones sexual freedom, wants and needs

Wanting the rush from a sudden flirtation, the kind that leaves you breathless with anticipation. Wanting to share all my secrets with you, Divulge my passions and fantasies too. Wanting to break the good girl mode, Unleash to you my dirty soul. Wanting to feel your skin against mine, Your touch, your lips, caresses so fine. Wanting the passion from a desperate kiss, The one that...Read On


Ode to Young Men

all youth is not callow.... ;-)

Young men freely speak their desires, their tenderness, their arousal. Unlike more “mature” men they have not that wariness of the expectations of women, that fear of committing themselves by momentary sentiments. They fearlessly walk out on the ice expect it to hold their weight. They hold out their hands and invite even more “mature” women, who are wary and...Read On



fantasies of a lover

Fantasies Sisyphus Fantasies come at the oddest moments-- and suddenly we meet in a dark forest, my gypsy. You smile and your eyes call me to your lips with omens of your wildness. Our tongues caress and tantalize, The wetness of your mouth is warm as we fall to the forest floor and the fire. Other times, we’re in a bar, my whore, sitting in a corner, dizzy...Read On