Whispered Confession

We kiss,
 a dream "We" are made of
 (laying in my lovers arms)
 of  bitter sweet and shear ecstasy
 Jagged  pill- Truth, the noble entity  prophesies,
 Disaster this love will be
Kiss me quickly!
 Chasing away this shadow of reality
 Turn truth to doubt by the closeness of our lips
 Yet this... this...
 the fact that lingers...
 It is not love; it is not lust
 But calculated affection that binds us
 yet is it not safer so, is it not enough?...

My Forte, Your Attraction…? (dVerse)

Are you aware of me?
Are you aware of the skin of me
r its content, of body or of soul?

Would you rather look or listen?
How do you perceive me
in audio or vision?

What is it about me that strikes you,
is it the fast spoken sentences that run
like water off my tongue?
Do they make sense to you,
are my opinion appreciated?
Or do you just love my tongue?
Do you prefer to watch lush lips as they make

shape at the O’s and accent of every word?
… please don’t stare too long.

Do you like the sound of my giggly laughter?
Does it fill you heart with glee?
speak sincerely
Or is it just the look on my face,
to watch as my bosom heaves at every chuckle?
My head falling back showing my neck
and in that instance your mind and body debate.

What draws you to me, what lures you?
I pray my looks do not overpower my loudity,
Allow it not deceive you,
Hear me and fall in love with me
not my voice alone but the content of me, let
them touch you so whether in lust or in love
should you ever walk away you leave with
me in my verse- Here I will stay forever
perhaps not in your heart but alive in your head…


Those hands and lips that did me much pleasure
That tongue that roamed living me in a state of leisure
You were my drug, my dose of ecstasy
In moments passion I look down upon our bodies
joined as one and I crave this eternity

But is it fate for me?
Is it meant to be?
So says fate

“Nay, only futility
Sure sex is sweet fruit yet as candy too much-too bad for the tooth”

The taste of your juice- mouth, skin and down under
The feel of you, my mind and body shudder-I wonder
could you be my thunder?
If so then I seek for it to Rrrain forever!!!
My avenging angel by Eros sent to subdue my cares
momentarily as we mesh undoubtedly in the bosom of ecstasy

bigstock-Love-in-text-15394607I wanting you, you wanting me, this just has to be Lo… Ust!
So where is the Love?
Question that echoes ever so faintly as we fashion our interpretation of “Love”

bigstock-Lust-44528956Please make a way for fate to say we are worthy
To lose you would hurt me
What to do with these feelings that corrupt me
Cursed ’cause I’m craving your body
while true love is on the high seas…


Day breaks
and I lay awake
Last night

Those almost kisses
Orgasmic near misses
as your body mixes with mine
such sweet wine
O so fine



Your tongue full of tricks
in my mouth transfixed
keeps hush the screams
wild fire, porn scenes
the dashes and clashes
as your ravage my Ravine

Breakfast comes all too quickly!

So abrupt,
the smell of pancakes
rudely disrupt
my daydream
of the night’s passing
but alas
you’re here

You draw near
and I deliberate
on how you make it up to me
Gladly for all its worth
we settle for dessert
love making
in all its

Generation “Crimson”

Consider I not the sweet but sour
 my teeth do gnash this late night hour

Sorrow makes the news... a constant reality
 as Love gains distance from humanity

A crimson generation we've become
 No fire works, we prefer guns and exploding bombs

And to what end is all the killing- what creed?
 lives-limbs lost, fulfilling what need?!
She could have been our mother,
 They could have been your kin

... They were!

They are!

I am!

We are!
So whats with all the blood spilling?

...O Love be our volition to find!
 That this generation may regain its title-
(Googled picture)

This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosophy is KINDNESS- Dalai Lama

Limted by Flesh (Extended version)


I write these words on parchment in a matter of minutes yet on my heart inscribed in seconds. In essence there they always resided.

With speed of thought my brain speaks, my fingers grasp the quill and by awe of such thought I am stilled…

Then I write, yet stunted as ink in my tool takes flight. By new pen my heart unfolds on paper…

“I Love Thee”

By 3 words is my heart’s epistle summarized… I LOVE THEE! Such emotion intense- As bees to nectar, wanting am I of your sweet existence

By love, though through fantasy my heart accomplishes in leaps and bounds.

By cupid’s arrow, by Aphrodite’s kiss I am bewitched and lay down all resistance towards the need, which is you

Love! O Love! By this I am set upon hills and confess my heart in song- Hallelujah!

History of our union a vision of mere moments, scenes capturing our love that births generations to follow

By same love my longing flesh is humbled while in your presence, my tongue limp- lips clasp shut… in elusive thought I am  lost

A letter of my love confessed is insufficient still. Writing until my fingers bleed changes you little.

You also, limited by your own sweet shell- Inhibited by time, slowly consuming lengthy and yet poor manifestations of my love on parchment

O that you would come away with me! Come dear love and intrude my fantasy… Naked is my desire!

I, confessing my heart with these 3 words do profess Love eternal…

I Love Thee…

Watched “Shakespeare in Love” on Saturday night and it felt like the  first time 😮 … I’m totally in-love with the lingo and yes, it inspired me towards this piece… I just hope I didn’t do too badly 😀

Cheers! 😉


8 Minutes or Less

The taste of salt and sweat of your skin is sweet
but the taste of your tears is much sweeter

To feel your body overwhelmed,
Arms wrapped around me- heavy breathing

Your silence…
It can never amount to the saline dam that our love making just broke…

Festival King
5 minutes


Scott’s rave: This is awesome poetry, as it pulls me in not only from the good writing, but in analysis of all the meaning that the writer is expressing for her muse. Festival King is an artist of poetic expression and I like her art so much that I almost can’t stand it! Ending this one in “Your silence….” and then what is that saline dam that broke? Not physically, but what in the soul could make such a thing happen? I’m in awe, and yet I think I understand it all. Beautiful work again Festival King!!…

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