#silken
Beneath the stars, I lift my gaze,
to witness forms that set ablaze.
Their warmth ignites my trembling chest,
a sacred fire, my soul confessed.
In silken curves, where dreams reside,
I lose all thought, in waves they glide.
Their velvet spell, a tender art,
commands the pulse within my heart.
Oh, how I burn, how I adore,
these holy mounds that I implore.
A love so pure, a ceaseless tune,
two gentle suns beneath the moon.
4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 2:30 AM UTC
Those leaves, once soft, cursed to spikes,
every soul that came close bled red.
Stoic armor for survival but
thirst unquenched burning brighter
hollowed by endurance my existence;
Cradling water yet never sip
Rarely blooms in hostility—
a sand-rooted sentry now lost,
Its silken self, at last .
Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 10:57 AM UTC
Weaving a web—yet fragile,
entrapment unseen, a delight.
Mystic dots connect the void,
a shadowed feminine archetype.
So, dark, entangled in
instincts and desire, it walks
through living illusions,
performing the ritual.
A silk gift of flies,
a vibrating dance, the abdomen’s pulse
but what she truly wants?
It's you!
The beloved offering!
The black widow presence,
a thirst that devours itself.
No web remains to protect
only the surreal subconscious,
the stuckness of web-death.
Fatal union: to consume—or be consumed.
Sep 27, 2025
Sep 27, 2025 at 3:39 AM UTC
She comes in waves.
In vibration, pulsating;
In a silken grave.
Writhing, in pain and in pleasure;
Gyrations, a grind of leisure.
Bucking in the saddle;
Riding hard, and giving pressure.
On the range, right at home;
One who meets the measure
Jul 27, 2023
Jul 27, 2023 at 12:23 PM UTC
Gossamer draperies swell
with heat, eastern winds
push daylight
over tangled bodies.
Fingers travel up
and down your naked torso,
my hand caught suddenly
in yours as you stir,
a sleepy god awakened
by the warmth of morning.
Your body, a sundial,
keeps perfect time with mine;
two lovers cached in silken strands,
our sacred place now fully lit
with the hunger of summer.
The solstice lingers past its prime,
drifting over equator
and into southern skies
as autumn patiently waits
outside the bedroom door.
Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 8:49 PM UTC
Dreams flow, come and go...
vague shadows, like silk slipping
swiftly through my grasp...
Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 8:58 PM UTC
Whispers on wind and breath
hard to catch harder to hear
faint kiss upon my cheek
soft nibbles at my ear
Wings and fluttered softness
demure and yet they do insist
leaving me in anticipation
feelings no way I can resist
Velvet silken flutterings
smooth timid and serene
alighting upon memories
alluring lustful and
delightfully
obscene
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 9:11 AM UTC
A silken rope of phrases
ailuranthrope blood tasted
Sweet salt of the earth
The dark minded misanthrope
lycanthrope with ****** noise
could always be worse
Now i'm just a broken rope
of the wagon, on the boat
been sinking since birth
I want to forsake this curse
travel through time on this earth
longing loving mirth
A haiku trapped in mundane
A perfect body
I lust for your gorgeous brain
Surround me with your splendor
help the broken see
and find a way to mend her
This world it may betray us
and you may find you hate it
but it could be worse
Broken bones on dusty throne
lone failure and cheap cologne
I can see the hearse
Passing through, heart still with you
Now I'm done, let us review
Empathy in you
Did you know you were my worth?
The meaning of my rebirth
no greater on earth
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 2:26 AM UTC
Decipher the beautiful
Intricacies
Woven with simplicity
To create the
Most elegant taffeta
Striking hues
And softer feel
Silken moments
Souls glide merrily
Enchanting tales
Laced with yearnings
Shimmering covers
Overzealous hearts
Lustrous symphony
Of rhythmic hearts
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 12:40 PM UTC
whispering silken mist, delicate sighs
tiny falling droplets of mountain dew,
the diamonds from my teary eyes
are sprinkling showers of crystal blue
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 4:34 PM UTC
My poems meant to ensnare,
To trap you in silken words
The more you move
The lines now stick to your skin,
I will wrap you up
Feed on your thoughts
Many have fallen
In to my soft words,
My web
Of poetry,
Of stories,
Of things woven
But yet untold.
I invite you
To be a guest in to my web of thoughts
But you may be stuck here
Ensnared, glued to the words.
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 6:44 PM UTC