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When you have withdrawn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
- To One who Loved not Poetry by Sappho
- The Search by Pornika Ganguly
- Алексей Толстой – Против течения
- Grey eyed Goddess by Tanisha Avarsekar
- An Edwardian Sunday, Broomhill, Sheffield poem – John Betjeman poems | Poems and Poetry
- The River by Mark Olynyk
- Untitled XXI by Yunus Emre
- Василий Жуковский – Гомер
- The Princess: A Medley: Home they Brought her Warrior Dead poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Named by Stephen Dunn
- “Give me a roof where Wisdom dwells” poem – Alfred Austin
- Maktoob
- The Battle of an National Icon by Norma Martiri
- English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 22. Let Erin Remember the Days of Old. Томас Мур.
- Most Memorable Mother’s Day Gift Ideas
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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).
