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?...
Are you aware of me? Are you aware of the skin of me
or 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
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!!…
Scott’s rave: Ok, I’m catching my breath here and questioning whether or not reading such amazing and intense poetry is safe for me in the morning. I particularly relate to this one by Festival King because I’ve used butterflies and flower petals myself in some of my intimate poems. And the second stanza of this one captivates me, imagining 2 intense moments. Having one’s fill and then laying still. Yes, I believe even laying still is intense because of all that it concludes and confirms. Wow! A big thanks to Festival King! She has been a friend of mine for over a year and I always look forward to her writing. Please visit her blog Festival King!!