Behind the curtain
Under her dress
is her body
Desiring to caress
During the night
Under the sheets
There is passion
With burning heat
A couple scorched
By their kiss
All that remains
Is their bliss
By,
John P. Pierre
Copyright 11/30/2016
Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 1:26 PM UTC
The body is willing,
The mind is weak.
Do it on Camera,
I'll send by tweet.
So nasty and rude,
And simple as rhyme.
You'll go down bad,
While reeking of turpentine.
Remember all the bars,
You use to go?
While introducing you to,
One of their hoes.
And his favorite bar,
Was shut down too.
Well those under-aged students,
Boy were they *******
By,
John P. Pierre
Evanston IL
Copyright 10/25/2016
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 6:01 PM UTC
If you stalked me down,
While killing me too.
Your heart's may harden,
As lips turn blue.
If I grow so old,
With anger and more fear.
Would you go sober up?
Make your mind so clear?
You may know the chilling,
That lays in the creek.
Everything yes will just vanish,
Like the wealth you seek.
Everyone knows jaded smiles,
Manure trenches endless miles.
And we don't care,
For laughter is gone.
As blood and guts,
Are scattered well too.
The only thing left,
Are skulls in everyone's lawn.
Some will continue to linger,
And psychos blood will fawn.
And you'll go soon too,
Terror continues dusk til dawn!
By,
John P. Pierre
Evanston, IL Copyright 10/04/2016
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 9:32 PM UTC
Don't set a blaze
To our own fire
Afraid you and me
Will begin to perspire
If she undresses me
Making each other wet
Don't think we'll finish
Before sun completely sets
If you're ready now
Then I'll meet you
Let's meet at midnight
In that secluded lagoon
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 3:14 PM UTC
Sliding off her dress
Right off her skin
Thoughts of such pleasure
That grow and begin
Now sprinkles of water
To entice and please
below your own waist
And above your knees
If we slowly circle
Or we pencil in
A blazing fire grows
Of our own sin
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 9:42 AM UTC
The things we say and things we do,
To live to breathe or die so blue.
We strive to encourage to light the way,
Even though we know we can not stay.
But hearts aren't measured by how we love,
By our family and friends Earth and above.
The wishes I dream oh yes by me,
Are for young ones that's destined to be.
And acts so petty to make some fall,
Is to be cursed by a humbled wall.
To grasp the mind that obscures the heart,
Is the very thing that tears us apart.
By,
John Pierre
Evanston,IL copyright 8/01/16
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 10:08 PM UTC
Linger whisper the air so sweet
And the pillow talks down the street
No one knows what they share
If they dare to intertwine bare
If they do sizzle and bliss
Is it something that you resist
If clothes unwrap and we titillate
Will we rature and seal fate
And waterfalls sprinkle over our skin
We'll waken tomorrow and start again
If desires sizzle in the dark
We'll come together igniting those sparks
If you're ****** and feel ashamed
Do in dark among the rains
Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 3:59 PM UTC
If I gave my life meaning
Could I put it into songs
If we held our hands together
Would we try to get along
If giving kindness serving fellow man
Would we all get along fine
To make the world so strong
If it's true it'll undo wrongs
I'm not ashamed of doing right
To help someone who does need
I don't mind if not return
Since I'm down on my knees
Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 2:48 PM UTC
If you trust me,
Then hold my hand.
Then sparrows are fools,
Well, what am I.
You and I lost,
In that same Paradyme.
But, if you believe,
With heart and soul.
Cling tight to me,
And never let go.
The cost to great,
And hard to bear.
What would world be,
Without you ever near.
No matter what happens,
Well, remember just this.
Everything filled with goodness,
Life filled with bliss.
By,
John P. Pierre Copyright 7/27/16
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 3:11 PM UTC
I scream to laugh
I burn to cry
I long for tears
From both my eyes
My heart gets hardened
As I'm turning cold
Hair is still thinning
I'm getting too old
But not to worry
I have a cure
It's just a pill
It makes me slur
But, there's a hope
It's called a dance
But, I can't move
It's called fat chance
By,
John P. Pierre
Evanston, IL C 06/06/16
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 2:40 PM UTC