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Renée Brookes Feb 2017
The mirrors fog white;
her skin immersed in droplets,
wills me to *succumb.
Haiku #2 / Inspiration: shower water .
Renée Brookes Feb 2017
Cold rain makes me sick,
snot trickles out from my nose.
Oh please, go away.
My first haiku! / Inspiration: Cloudphaser
Renée Brookes Feb 2017
She lay,
innocently sleeping.
She gasps,
penetrated deeply.
She cries,
fearing death.
Crimson bed,
She lay.
Inspiration: Chiodos (Band)
Renée Brookes Feb 2017
Leopard heels tap on the floor board.
Black lace stockings designed to thrill.
Those thighs send chills up mine,
curving inside.
Divine is her dress;
short to impress.
It flows up with each stride.

My eyes deny what is underneath;
moving past her hips, up to cleavage-
Two full cups of sugar I want to borrow.

Delightful is her bra;
a matching black peeks through red.
She looks so warm;
Lip gloss worn, gleaming in the light.
Quite luscious on her lips-

Her fingertips caress them,
feeling for a tongue.
Her eyes, an invitation for fun.
Caramel pupils dare me,
I am ready.
Renée Brookes Feb 2017
Tonight he came to me, singing my name.
He, masked in mystery, hid away in shame.
From the shadows he reached for me,
tucked deep in my bed.
His longing eased inside of me,
his voice invading my head.
A streaming melody of loveless love,
an eternity with no one;
for fear of his face, a hideous disgrace.
His echoes yearn for someone.
Through the dark, I see you clear stranger of the night.
Without fear, we harmonize blissfully in twilight.
Inspiration:  Obvious..  lol .
Renée Brookes Feb 2017
Rejection
STEAMING HOT
Tears bubbling over
Cheeks
Buzzed bright
Flustered-
Confidence
Dangling from a string
Heart
Strewn
P a r t e d
Loneliness
Digging deep
Sadness
Beneath the eyes
Insides
Screaming LOUD
Fingers
U n touch e d
Fingernails
Bitten
Butterflies
Flown away
S U B M I S S I O N
Renée Brookes Feb 2017
No.
"No" is to know to stop.
You don't know
So you don't stop.
As always,
I am down.
You're the top.
You won't stop.

*Go.

"Go" is to know to walk.
Don't pressure me.
Don't talk.
Get dressed and walk.

No..
You're the top.
I wrote this 11.2.13 in my book. I had folded the page over in half to hide the writing. Today, I opened it.
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