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When you have withdrawn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
- Юнна Мориц – Побег
- Robert Burns: Wandering Willie: Revised Version
- Forever
- Creation poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Anne Pennington by Vasko Popa
- The Captain by Stevens Cadet
- Anacreontics The Swallow
- Doomes-Day: The Fifth Houre by William Alexander
- Eavesdropping myself by Vladimir Marku
- Ecco Mormorar L’onde (Now The Waves Murmur) by Torquato Tasso
- Icicles round a Tree in Dumfriesshire by Ruth Padel
- Dog’s love by Vinko Kalinić
- Language by W. S. Merwin
- Youth And Age by William Butler Yeats
- Shame
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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).
