If I seem broken on the inside,
It was him. Not you,


(C)eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com 23/10/2019

Dip it, your brush,
Into my ***,
And sweep it across my mouth,
Grip it, my throat,
Squeezing your thumbs,
And slowly begin to move south,
Kiss it, my breast,
Taste with your tongue,
Savour the mound with delight,
Sup it, my ***,
Drink from the well,
Make art with me, into the night.

(C) eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com 2019

Honey,
Sugar,
Juice,
Cream,
Liquor,
Candy,
The biggest compliment a woman can pay a man, is to release this sweet nectar before, during, and after the art that is love making..
You're welcome guys....

(C) eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com  2019

He's hiding out there,
Set to pounce,
He eats your sweet dreams,
Every ounce,
His cloak of nightmares,
Creeping in,
When you feel dodgy,
It begins,
The paranoia,
Endless tears,
The constant sleeping,
Silly fears,
A fresh assessment,
Doctors room,
A new prescription,
Numbing doom,
Your death averted,
This time round,
But with the devil,
You'll be found........


(C) eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com 2019

I felt you kiss me,
But alas love,
It was just a dream.

(c) eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com 6/11/2019

I felt the warm touch
Of your breath on my skin
The goosebumps gave way to
Swollen wanton lust
We wrapped ourselves around each other
And gladly obeyed what nature desired from us
A loud noise stole me from my sleep
No! Just a dream.. Again.
Always, just a dream

(c) eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com 6/11/2019