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When you have withdrawn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 Nature Of Love by Rabindranath Tagore
- Book Review: A Dictionary Of Indian English Litterateurs: 1794-2010
- Twilight poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Sonnet CXLVI by William Shakespeare
- Sappho To Her Girlfriends by Sappho
- Наум Коржавин – Еще в мальчишеские годы
- The Key Role of Creativity in Advertising
- Владимир Маяковский – Нас шахтер углем поздравит… (РОСТА)
- doughnuts for sale by Raj Arumugam
- Sonnet 125: Were’t aught to me I bore the canopy by William Shakespeare
- Tony Harrison – Tony Harrison
- Love Sonnet XXVI poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- Darkness
- Natural Theology by Rudyard Kipling
- Stacking The Straw poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
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).
