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
- Robert Burns: The Slave’s Lament:
- American Soil by Walter William Safar
- The Witching Hour by Norma Martiri
- Crocodile’s Toothache by Shel Silverstein
- Олег Сердобольский – Алмазная снежинка
- Please Don’t Judas Me by Mark Miller
- Epistle to Mrs. Scott of Wauchope House by Robert Burns
- Fancy
- Fleeting Thoughts by Mac McGovern
- Tim Turpin by Thomas Hood
- Dark Wood, Dark Water by Sylvia Plath
- Alchemy by Sara Teasdale
- Goliath Of Gath by Phillis Wheatley
- oh no – not another love poem! by Raj Arumugam
- Ations by Shel Silverstein
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).
