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
- Death of the Legend by Timileyin Gabriel Olajuwon
- The Gardener LXXVI: The Fair Was On by Rabindranath Tagore
- Владимир Маяковский – Порт
- epitaph_on_a_disturber_of_his_times.html
- A Wink From Hesper by William Ernest Henley
- Aeolian Harp by William Allingham
- Владимир Маяковский – Непобедимое оружие
- The Solitary Oak On Mount Kremlin Bicetre
- Валерий Брюсов – Июль 1908
- Kumarakom (after the boat tragedy) by Shreekumar Varma
- The Egg-Shell by Rudyard Kipling
- Why?
- Statement of Being poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Николай Глазков – Пятнадцать лет спустя
- Валерий Брюсов – Голос иных миров
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).
