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When you have withdrawn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
- The Blind by Sara Teasdale
- The Dunciad: Book I. poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- A Good Father by William Barnes
- To Thee, Old Cause! by Walt Whitman
- Grace Before Song poem – Ezra Pound poems
- The Rape of the Lock: Canto 1 poem – Alexander Pope
- In Memoriam
- On Imagination by Phillis Wheatley
- Goals – How to Get Everything You Want by Brian Tracy – Review
- What Of The Night
- Winter Dream poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
- For Anne Gregory by William Butler Yeats
- In Praise Of Limestone by W H Auden
- The Dead Woman by Pablo Neruda, La Muerta
- “Sadder than lark when lowering” poem – Alfred Austin
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