Your hands easy
weight, teasing the bees
hived in my hair, your smile at the
slope of my cheek. On the
occasion, you press
above me, glowing, spouting
readiness, mystery rapes
my reason
When you have withdrawn
your self and the magic, when
only the smell of your
love lingers between
my breasts, then, only
then, can I greedily consume
your presence.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- On the Death of the Rev. Dr. Sewell by Phillis Wheatley
- If I Forget Thee, Jerusalem by Yehuda Amichai
- Wraiths by Siegfried Sassoon
- Николай Глазков – Пошел тропой
- Альфред де Мюссе – Прости
- The Rose Tree by William Butler Yeats
- Listening poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Future Verdict
- I Have Become Very Hairy by Yehuda Amichai
- A Prayer poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Challenge: A Court Ballad poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- Love and Folly by William Cullen Bryant
- Олег Григорьев – Разбил в туалете сосуд
- Валерий Брюсов – Грядущие гунны
- The Tale of the Tiger-Tree by Vachel Lindsay
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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).
