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I kissed your pretty lips
on an old photograph
& though it wasn't real,
it felt that way, 'cause
I never really told you
how I truly
felt about you
until now
it's too late.
You’ve been gone
for so long now
yet every ripple
reels you back in
I feel your dreams
die inside me
all over again
My late husband always wanted a boat, and never  got one .We  moved to Houston after his death  .Every boat I saw did this  to me for a few years .
this day’s furor
is sinking fast
another day
waits in the wings
without
you in it.
The stark truth of  his absence  in our lives. Written  2006.
The complications of being uncomplicated create a tangled plot in life's drama.
O a perfume of invite kissed her skin!
Vigorously invoking a need for his touch,
Parched tongue now flowed over her naked self,
Circling her navel, tussling with her braided hair.
Torn hems of fabrics gashed her,
To only ooze a teasing drop of red,
Which so selflessly satisfied his ravishing thirst.
In tandem with the waves of her hair,
Did his moans waver and shimmy,
To only tinge and fire with virile.
A silence slowly arrived with the dawn,
Witnessing a wilderness around the mute sheets,
While the night portrayed a naughty smile.
In his monochrome home
Postman Pat
Has a black and white television
To colour co-ordinate
With his black and white cat.

As well as
Secret love children
Who also match.

He christened them all Foam.

As befits an autodictat
With a comprehensive
Collection of
Black and white combs
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