- Erotic Poetry
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Click hereAn empty mailbox grinned soulless.
Bill tongue lolling out, but empty
of titbits, trinkets, elaborate labours
of whatever would tickle the fancy.
The skill of licking an envelope shut
so that a taste of you will linger
on the fingertips of the receiver,
absently biting a nail, feeling something.
The magick in pouring blood and fire
onto parchment. To time ignition
just right, in the trembling hands
of those whose eyes you bleed for.
The art of reach, sucking salt from skin
a remote route away. Hear the gasp,
see lids close as if hands were there,
reaching up from a quilled statement.
En empty mailbox grinned soulless,
spoke hollow words of patience,
of tomorrow, or possible excuses
for another teeth grinding delay.
But who can comfort panic, a sweet
suspension by correspondence,
a hammering heart too full to collapse
and a focus lived in sparse explosions?
- COMMENTS
Scott N. Leavittalmost 19 years agoYou use fancy words about sexy things. Do you always think like so??? I do like what of it makes sense for me.
Anonymousalmost 19 years agoYou catch the reader with the opening stanza:
An empty mailbox grinned soulless.
Bill tongue lolling out, but empty
of titbits, trinkets, elaborate labours
of whatever would tickle the fancy.
Twisting the desire to have a happy ending, you lace the emotional qualities of panic filled need within this write. Strong powerful write.
Du Lac~
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