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When you have withdrawn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
- Зинаида Александрова – Дозор
- Олег Бундур – Ужин
- Conversation Galante by T. S. Eliot
- Dawn by Rupert Brooke
- On Miranda’s Leaving the Country by William Somervile
- Владимир Маяковский – В Европе кризис (РОСТА №869)
- Often I Am Permitted to Return to a Meadow by Robert Duncan
- On The Death Of A Favourite Cat, Drowned In A Tub Of Gold Fishes by Thomas Gray
- Another Way Of Love by Robert Browning
- Back-View by William Ernest Henley
- Song—A Rose-bud by my Early Walk by Robert Burns
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Тайна
- Belle Isle, 1949 by Philip Levine
- Don’t fear death poem – Aleksandr Blok poems | Poetry Monster
- On An Insight On Grecian Spring by Nithin Purple
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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).
