i was staring at the night's sky
and noticed the poetic beauty
in knowing that if you want to see a shooting star
you have to go to darker places
where there is less light
to view such an event

intrigue,
mystery
and
intelligence
will always
be a
poet's
aphrodisiac.

'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
👷🏿‍♂️👷🏻‍♂️

You are a meteor shower on a canvas made of ebon sky.

You shed ice and dust with a glow that is easy to identify.

You shower me with beauty and steal away my breath.

You my love make the universe envy,
you are different than all of the rest.

A mouthwatering masterpiece of expression and galactic hue.

Tonight darling
tonight.....

i've never seen anything more beautiful than you.

'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
👷🏻‍♂️👷🏿‍♂️

Your teddy of white soft **** silk and lace,
covering your sweaty body in all the right places.
A soft kiss and a nibble on the nape of your neck,
south down your body slowly, a methodical pace.
Your inner thighs as hot as a melting ice cream cone,
I lick and I lick , fever pitched breathing , my shoulders you brace,
I make my way by the silk and the lace,
like candy from heaven, sweetness is all that I taste.
Legs draped over each one of my shoulders,
the summit is near , oh that look on your face.
The ceiling fan on high over a bed of sweat filled sheets,
cooling their bodies as if in a race.
Your teddy of white soft **** silk and lace,
gone without a trace.

'Yours and everyone's
'concrete poet'
👷🏻‍♂️👷🏿‍♂️

people see smoldering flames  
crawling up her veins
and think of empires collapsing into ash,

people watch her eyes spark
and feel her calloused electricity
and they convince themselves of her power  

she broods and she intimidates    
and they think she is strong
and they think she is dangerous
and they are afraid of her fire

even though the only thing she tries to destroy
is herself.

it is so powerful
it carries with it an overlooked beauty
it comes in various forms
and has the ability to convey so much information
once you become aware of its divine magnificence

when it comes to the hand
there are many tightly bundled sensory neurons spread across its surface
especially on the tips of your fingers
whether you gently stroke someone's bottom lip in wonder
firmly press your finger tips into the waist of a passionate lover
softly cradle the hand of a newborn
make stinging contact with the cheek of an individual which you scorn

then there are the lips
they are one of the most sensitive areas on your body
with over a million nerve endings
so even the slightest brush
sends a cascade of information to our brains
they are our body's most exposed erogenous zone
yet they also can communicate many different
sensations and experiences
whether that be the sensual brush of another's lips against yours
the soft feeling of a baby's hair as you kiss them goodbye
or the euphoric high that numbs them as you dance in bliss

there is also the tongue
the ears
the *******
and so on

touch
it is so powerful
it has the ability to convey the way you feel
about others and yourself
it can also demonstrate the feelings
that others have towards you

and as i sit in this church pew
i can't help but find myself writing poetry on my left palm
i use the pens that are supplied
behind the backs of the wooden rows
and let my mind wander
to places where my golden thoughts lay
i am also aware that these captured emotions
are written from stolen ink
and pressed onto my sensitive flesh
only to disappear from sight
when i fold my hands together
bow my knees
and begin to pray