#sated
these things, I scribble, some call them poems,
and that suits us both, though more likely, relief,
to be parted from these pieces of me
but I am sated,
for today,
many poems were thrown up to the sky,
spaghetti strings, skywards facing, suitable for climbing,
if so desired,
some to fall into small graves,
Others into hearts
for to be your keepsakes
but I,
deeply sated…
for each of you found the
one you loved the best,
for they exist soul-ly
for your taking,
consider them yours,
because I do…
Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 9:46 PM UTC
I run to you
your rhythm, your beat
for a moment they're mine
and we breathe together,
breathe
I run to you
your hunger, your need
for a moment they're mine
and we cleave together,
cleave
I run to you
your sweet-wet, your greed
for a moment they're mine
and we feed together,
feed
Sep 11, 2022
Sep 11, 2022 at 12:15 PM UTC
All my journals disintegrate to poetry
I begin a rant,
One point, two points,
Three in my head
Happy, angry, silly or sad
Rhetoric fully planned,
This happened, then that,
But soon, I begin uniting the words,
Sentences connected in meter and time
I'm lost in rhyme, pentameter, prose
Sublime
Lines flowing,
My mind rolling,
Memory erasing
Lost in something,
Distracted by creativity,
Fulfilled by a need that's in me,
Drained of the pent-up energy
Satisfied, sated and understood by the page.
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 5:25 PM UTC
Yes, it's true
ever her river runs
She pierces with her eyes
and flashes, with her tongue
Passions and lusts, I envy
she never **** up dry
A mind and body full of needs
God knows, I'm going to try
Yes, it's truer than the oceans
ever her river runs
As every move, and motion
leaves her sated, but never yet, undone
I feel like I've been blessed
each and every time
Her touches and caress
not just body, but of mind
Yes, it's so **** true
ever her river runs
The wantings of the few
feeling like, we've only just begun
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 10:43 PM UTC
You come in the night
Wisp of vapour
A spectre reaching out
Waking me with your tendrils touch
And the hunger within.
You're the monster from my closet
Come to haunt me again,
You wear many faces and none
Yet I know you
As I know myself.
My lust answers your need and
I stiffen even as my will melts beneath the icy flames of your ghoulish desire.
I give in, relinquish control and with it my identity,
My soul is yours to devour,
Which you do with great relish,
As we both reach again for that taste of ecstasy.
Too soon it is over,
You return to the depths beneath my bed,
Back into my closet with your fellow demons,
Mostly forgotten,
But for the smile on my face
As I slip into a sated sleep
Even as I pray
That you never visit again.
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 4:18 AM UTC