Morning
by Mark R Slaughter
The eye came out –
A lust for scouting
Lips were swollen –
Geared for pouting
Over breasts
That hardly shouted
Loud enough
To catch the eye
That caught the curve
Traversing buttocks
Emphasising all that’s
Full and round
And smooth of skin
To usher in
The eagerness of closing palm
And animated fingers
Feeding on the flesh
To please
Then ease the legs
And seize the opportunity
To come inside
Another happy day.
Copyright ©: Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
End of the poem
15 random poems
- The Idle Shepherd Boys by William Wordsworth
- Passer-By, These Are Words by Yves Bonnefoy
- Lover’s Gifts XLVIII: I Travelled the Old Road by Rabindranath Tagore
- Николай Заболоцкий – Меркнут знаки зодиака
- Константин Ваншенкин – Городские костры
- Stalker poem – Alice Notley
- For Hans Carossa by Rainer Maria Rilke
- Solitude poem – Alexander Pushkin
- The Other by Sylvia Plath
- Аля Кудряшева – М. и П.
- Ode To Sleep by Thomas Warton
- I threaded a garland with the memories of a spring… by Preeth Nambiar
- Come, come thou bleak December wind (fragment) by Samuel Coleridge
- The Houses by Rudyard Kipling
- Four Days In Vermont by Robert Creeley
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
