Every smile,
every touch
and every word
we ever shared were
poems unto themselves.

enlighten my lips without touching my soul
seize the moment and commit
take me by storm and submit yourself to the sensation
leave me wanting for what has been forgotten
what has been forgotten
forgotten
enlighten me.....

Brian Hill - 2020 # 248

I lay here
My body pulsating with wonder
Awestruck
That my mind for so long has held at bay
The wandering hands
And
Primitive eyes
Of a man

I enjoyed dancing with you while you were drunk.
I was stone cold sober.
Unless my prescriptions counts as a high.
I got drunk off you.
Your hands around my waist.
It actually feels like you want me.
But you’ll forget about this in the morning.
Until then I’ll enjoy you slurring sweet nothings in my ear.
Your lips touching mine.
I've never drank beer but I’m guessing it taste like your lips.
Maybe I'll start.

I am dull and rusted
and I have been had
but, touch me
return to me my shimmer
for my value lies in the palms of your hands
and in the creases of your lips
so, kiss me
with your cursed blessing
and stifle me with royalty
so that I may finally
know what it feels like
to be worth my weight in gold
long live the Queen