Erotic and Love Poems (Patreon)

Here is a reading of six of my erotic and love poems! I recommend listening with your eyes closed so my funny faces don't ruin the moment for you. ;-)--This Secret--I turn to you like a flower follows the suntidal locked heart to heartDelusional to believe this could ever be hiddensecluded mystery secretour smiles scream tooloudly from our eyesOur lips curve to tightlyLonging to each other Seeking joined blissOur hands kissSoftlySweetlyEvery few seconds practicallyShouting I WantYouYouAreMineThis one he belongs to me Says the sweep of my lashesThis one, she is mineSays his hand on my hipTurn sharply and move awayPretending no oneCan see the lineStark gold treadingFrom you to meThe compassEver leading us back Stretched taut it warnsIn vibrating tonesToo far! I need your warmthNonchalant as a tiger pacingThe roomThey know.Everyone knows.We could never hope to holdThis secret.--Like Lonely--He walked away.It was likeAn avalancheFell through myHeartLike he dugThumbs Into the dimples of theSmall of my backAnd rippedoff my skinLike it was aDiscarded peelHe walked awayAnd it was likeMy stomach wasFull of steak-KnivesJumbled and twistedWhen he walked away it wasLikeTrying to fit myselfBack into the peelStumbling and off balancedIt was likeMy organs wereAll replacedWith iceAnd lavaIt was likeTrying to breathLike hanging in the windWith a broken neckLike being cast into a pitLike dying five deaths Like breathing underwaterLike ripping my eyes outWith a Broach pinLike crying until I dieFrom dehydrationLike a horrible operaLike a punch in the ribsLike choking on a fishboneLike trying to speak And no one hears YouWhen he walked away it was likeMy soul leftAnd I fell to the floor A lifeless dollHe came back andGrabbed his toothbrushLike an asshole--Love Eternally--Love eternallywhite knifewet skinuse whispersto awakenthe deity withincan you really call this sin?ecstasy ripples through her frameas tears flow off her chinthisiswhat she wantsthe hate in his eyes is just the deeper side of loveand she was builtto bear his paindark roombright eyessilk smooth ropegasping sighsbruises like raspberriesblossom on her skinher palms kiss the groundthe ground kisses her kneesher knees whisper pleasethen buckle furthertheseare the momentsshe dies forto livecriss crossed back fullof tiger stripes she roarsin defiance of the painhe brings moreshe whimpers and imploresshe's his sacred whoreand he's her demonic godand when its doneropes lay on the floorbruises and blood stayin dark rooms waitingbut goddess is scoopedinto arms full of loveand kissed tenderly for eternitybut they will be back.its too much fun.