The tiny, transparent water droplets decorating your hair spread through the air as you shake your head and smile at me. Your lips are mauled by your teeth. I ask: May I? "Why not? you consent. "No reason that I must not," and I clap like a child unwilling to let go of his first… Continue reading Erotic Poetry
Come around the corner of my room. It's well decorated - I have cleaned it, after long, with a broom. I have let the cool breeze in and trapped it inside, and in the process, I was quite keen. I have washed the curtains and put on new bedsheets - all looks good and I'm… Continue reading Come Around the Corner of my Room
I desire to be on the mountains and smell a blooming flower, maybe lick a few drops of dew, and quench the thirst that fuels the fire burning in my heart with desire. Or I could just be in her arms - in the cushion of her breasts.
When I write words of love, I write them with the blood seeping through the scratches that you made on my skin with your red-coloured nails with black stripes on them – a rhythmic movement of your hands – on my back – when we made love. Where have you been? Return! You still carry… Continue reading Scratch Marks on Skin