Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Thursday, December 18, 2014

Fallen Angel

Photography : Sergey Parishkov

Wings of servitude withered away, 
Burnt by courage in a stunning display. 
Pain so intense, I must endure; 
Afore lay freedom, my life secure.

Angel, without her power of flight.
Tragic! Others perceived my plight. 
Never again the rush of wind in my hair, 
On an errand in the service of another.

Fools! For though I was winged 
My fate in another's hand weighed. 
Poisoned gift, it was that I discarded 
I'm my own is all that I regarded.

Monday, November 3, 2014

Power Play


Down on my knees
Between your thighs;
My desire to please
And to feed off your sighs.

I suckle your thumb
And give you a taste.
Your mind goes numb
As I proceed without haste.

I seek out the prize, 
Inching ever closer, 
And look into your eyes;
Your breathing ever faster.

A caress, a breath, a lick; 
Gasps escape your throat.
Deeper 'n tighter into the slick;
In delirium you float.

A change of power -
What a heady rush!
The cycle of pleasure -
Now, my sweet - Hush!

Pleasure Highway



Up close, it was chaos
Step back and it's art;
A truly deviant design 
Conceived by your mind; 
A highway of pleasure - that :
Snaked around the hills,
Flowed with the curves,
Interlaced at intervals,
Knotted above the nub,
Plunged into the valley.
Marking every territory,
Not an inch left untouched 
Even my soul immortal.

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Absolute

Photo Source : www.modelsociety.com
An earthly salvation, I seek
A soul, ever so meek.
A master, I sought for long
I realised, it's with you, I belong.
In my heart, I'm resolute.
My surrender to you - absolute.

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Inhibitions

We fear not the predation,
But the liberation. 
Fragile surface that hides 
The reality inside.
We are creatures carnal
Lust, ever real.

We fear not the malice, 
But the solace,
A stranger's embrace,
Passion, it ignites
Our true nature, wanton
For the world, an exposition.

We fear not the ignorance,
But the admittance. 
Our senses seek pleasure, 
An inescapable lure. 
To infinity it exalts,
All our souls.

Passion and lust,
My body and rest
Free to explore,
Restrained never more.
Ignoring everything rude,
I now walk, in the nude.

                       ~by Blue


(Photo from : www.simonbolz.com)