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 bindsus yet is it not safer so, is it not enough?...
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
I 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”
Please 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… O HEAVEN HELP ME!
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!!…