Poetry Erotica: An Ode to Your Mouth

You flash your charming smile

Your eyes drawing me in from a mile

With each stride, you move closer

Reeling me in as I lose my composure

 

Your scent intoxicates all of my senses

Your words render me defenceless

Smouldering heat drips inside me

Like little droplets of honey glee

 

Start with your tongue

Thawing me inside out

Hot, sticky and sweet

This flame burns within

 

Tease me with your juicy mouth

Tracing every line and curve

As my desires heave and swerve

Imprint my aching flesh with your kiss

 

Lick every seam as I unfold

Leave nothing unexposed

Savour the panorama

My body becomes

Until I come undone.

 ~ Shirley Maya Tan

 

www.shirleymaya.com 

 

 

 

Arena

Arena fills swiftly and fills with speculation.

Sacrificial blood fills the air.

Such jubilation!

Audience cries for action;

Sensory exaltation.

Even death; such minor revelation.

Gladiators sweat the cause,

Armed for action;

Such tribulation.

Come then the lions fierce,

The enemy, all known;

Extreme vexation.

The fight ensues;

All blood spilled,

An exhortation

To gods

Of direst fate,

More suppuration.

Spurts gore, entrails and guts;

Some sweet salvation,

In knowing death was priced ; someone’s  salvation.

In horror,  so some seek

Fortification.

No answers thus, just haunted devastation.

Come one who fills the night

With expectation.

 A clearer sense of self; manifestation.

For all that exists

Here, now, prepare

Justification.

Dream Seeker

A few comments back and forth with Richardankerswrites about forgetfulness and who we are and I was mulling over how we change and if we even know ourselves any more. Just a few thoughts.

I don’t know

What you want me

To do,

Or be.

I can only be me.

Is that no longer

Enough?

Maybe

It never was,

Never known

Until now

When expectations

Thwart desire

And desire turns

To dreaming

In life’s

Possibilities.

Who am I?

A dream seeker.