Tonight, I crave flexibility and fulfillment.
I crave hunger for pleasure and desire.
I crave everything body and soul wish for.
Euphoria, my ultimate desire.

Fold me in ways previously unexplored, more than just a body.
Run your fingers through my dreadlocks, fulfilling pleasure.
Tease my ******* with your fingertips, awakening desire.

I want your teeth dancing through my neck and *******, sweet sensation.
Your tongue doing what it knows best, happiness in between – I live for this.

Give me bites of pleasure, more hickeys; I want to be mapped like a territory.

Branding my skin with your touch, write your presence across my body.
Lift me, measure me, mold me to your longing.

I want my body in every corner, printing my beat, craving more desire.

Place my back against the balcony, exposing me to the sky.
Shape me to your whims, bending me over pillows of passion.

Expose my face to the stars; worship me as I worship the night.

Share your fantasies; reveal your fetishes.

I am the goddess of pleasure – pure, true, and unfettered.
I can bend, twist, and mold; I am art.

Now, I'm ready; my desire is awakened.

#Marixbell
#artseduction

My friend, so quick to replace,
Easier to damage, so fragile in place.
A single drop can shatter the screen,
Careless handling, and it's stolen, unseen.

To reach me, permission you must seek,
Through my friend, your message will speak.
Need my attention? Go through my friend,
Always there, never jealous, till the end.

I sleep, eat, and walk with my friend,
Constant companion, till life's journey ends.
In need or not, my friend's always near,
All I want, just one click, and it's clear.

My friend, my cell phone, loyal and true,
A relationship, some may deem anew.

#Marixbell

There's a place I know,
Not far, not close.
Where bones are trophies
Lives are waste, and forgotten.

Beneath the surface, where red and white skies meet
Lies a realm of differential fate.

In this place, skeletons dance to beauty, as flesh decays to soil.

At night, the bones beat.
Kids gather 'round the full moon,
Chanting to the goddess of bone and flesh.

By afternoon, dry bones sing,
Parables of revenge.
Only those with ears can hear.

In the morning, wet bones sleep,
Heavy with sorrows.

Old people are prized and celebrated,
For one day they'll join their ancestors,
With cracked teeth.

Death is honoured,
A young death is more befitting
Than a living old man.

At midnight, all is lost,
As each bone knocks on loved ones' doors.

"Ko!! Ko!! Ko!!!"

The old man, toothless, said to his daughters, "Bones of my sons are calling me, I have to honour."

Seeking**

The Goddess of Longevity visited me this cold night.
Telling my future and my old time,
Her hair as snow, pure as a baby's heart,
And nails so long and sharp that they crash out the skull of a human.

You shall live long, till hair turns grey,
Teeth fall out, and ******* sag with age's sway.
I asked, 'Will wealth be mine?' She replied with a smile,
I am Eternity's goddess, not Fortune's guile.
I bless my kind with what people die of having.
I'm here to bless you with eternity, not riches.

Then Beauty's goddess appeared, a divine vision:
You shall be fabulous and youthful till the day you die.
Again, I asked, 'Will riches come my way?'
She laughed, 'I am Beauty's goddess, not Fortune's sway.'
She added, "You be sweet as honey, as enjoyable as wine.
You will live all your life in a youthful body.
A thousand men would fall beneath your feet, asking for your hand in marriage.
Your beauty would drive kings and queens crazy.
You will be put on the throne, and you will rule."

Fortune's goddess knocked, her eyes like starry skies.
Round her neck is the whitest cowry I've ever set my eyes on;
Her cloth is made of gold and diamond stones of different colours that no one has ever seen.
Though blind to the future, she saw my inner guise.
I said to myself, If only she had the eye to see her blessing, she is.
You hold greatness within; use it with gentle might.
Riches will take root, not departure.

She offered me choices, symbols of fortune's light.
But I refused, seeking knowledge beyond mortal sight.
And so the Goddess of Knowledge appeared in her light.
Warning me, 'Knowledge cuts both ways; use it with gentle care.'

I woke up the next day, full of knowledge and inspiration that I'm unable to control.
I watch my hand holding the pen, writing as it comes.
I'm knowledge, I'm beauty, and I'm longevity.
I'm possessing all within.
I'm all except patience

#Marixbell
#feminist
#PoemWritingChallenge

Oh, my sweet lover, what have they done to you?
What have they done to mankind?
Look at your helpless body, how could I have known?
I can still smell the fresh grape of your skin, like hibiscus.

Give my lover sadness, and he shall turn it to joy.
Give him a broken heart, and he shall make it his companion, unbroken.
But never give my lover a woman, for he knows not what to do with her.
Honey cannot be compared to the way my lover tastes.
In my lover's eyes, you see a rainbow.

We were both stupid, drunk on love.
Oh, love is intoxicating!
I was left for dead, but you were taken by death.

What have you done to the children of Adam?
Neither do you partake from the fruit.
I was his *****, and he was my Gomorrah.
If being who I am was a sin, tell the sun not to shine on me.

Seize the air, cast away the moon.
But if you can't do that, then let us intoxicate in love.
If being who I am was an abomination, turn day to night and night to mid-day.
Turn water to blood and blood to tears.
Then banish my lover and me.

If this was heaven, then give me hell.
My lover is dead; I can still feel the hot rod placed between his legs.
I can feel his pain; I can hear his blood screaming.
I wish I could have saved you; I wish I could have defended you.

Being who I am, why was your manhood cut off?
Why are they fighting for God? Did God send them?
Judge not, lest you be judged.
If being who I am was a sin, then leave me for God, as they have left me for dead.

Neither you nor I are righteous enough to judge my sin.
If loving the same *** was an abomination, then cast me into the deepest part of hell.
That cannot stop me from loving my darling.
If ***** and Gomorrah were destroyed for this, then the whole world should be destroyed.

This is who we are; we did not ask for this.
Neither did my lover and I decide this fate.
It was planned in our mother's womb; it was analyzed before we were brought to this world.

Your corpse smells like fresh morning wine.
Your face is as white as snow; your skin is as tender as the day you were born.
You look more alive than dead.
Nobody was here to witness your funeral, but you never mind.

That smile that drove me crazy the first time I saw you, that same smile I saw now in your coffin.
Just tell me, how could you keep that smile?
I can still remember that lovely night at the club before we were ambushed.
You said if you were to die, you would die by me.
I wish I never forced you out.

What should I tell our unborn child, of a surrogate mother?
That I was the killer of their father?
This is who we shall be: a thousand in one, a hundred in one.
This funeral is perfect, just me and you.
Funeral like marriage, what if today was the D-day?
You smile a lot; are you really dead?

They say the dead can speak if we listen; they can hear us if we pour out our hearts.
Just know you are only six feet away from me.
Make sure you wait for me; never find another lover.
Prepare a place for us; I might come very soon.
By then, we shall live to separate no more.
Rest, my darling; fresh rose flowers are coming tomorrow.