"necture" poems
She is has a secret
That I didn't know
About her
That she likes tantra
Though we are both women
Kissing eachothers curves
I want to taste your sweet
Necture as you had mine
From my flower
Jan 16, 2021
Jan 16, 2021 at 2:30 AM UTC
Guilt awaiting beyond the threshold of passion,
Too regretful to be engulfed by devouring flames,
Burning with every ounce of blood pumped in ******
Sensation overwhelming a morally sound reality,
entombing the moment on repeat,
reliving every touch, every secret whispered.
Broken promises gnaw at the spinal cord,
Incapacitating victims with each mouth full of deceit,
Overpowered in puddles of sensuality scattered,
Pain distributed through currents of attraction,
Smoothering the protests of anxiety with free will.
Breathing the scent of venom,
Seductive serpent offering the hungry,
garentees of release muffled by falsehoods,
Providing the fruit of past deprivation,
The sweet necture drips from supple lips,
Woven into the wounds of betrayal,
A secret to be scilenced by the embrace of guilt.
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 5:37 PM UTC
Without thought
with first
breath, I
turn and
yearn for
your touch.
sunday morning
midnight stars
hidden away there
in your eyes,
I pray to
the morning
for you.
sunlight
slowly wakes
and crawls
like a
newborn
baby
across our bedroom
floor.
I can't wait
a moment
longer to celebrate
this moment
with our first
morning
kiss.
your lips
taste of
honey
and sweet
necture and
lover's wet
memories
from
the night
before.
and this day
still finds
me drunk
in your
passion
and dancing
in your
princess blue
eyes,
and with
your mouth
open and our
tongues light
and gentle
across and
around and
around
eachother's
desires..
again.
I think.
this must
certainly
be all that
love was
ever meant
to be.
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 2:15 PM UTC