My Poetry

I will never claim to be a poet, only a fiction writer,
but here is a sample of some old poems of mine. I don't write poetry anymore. Which is a good thing. haha...


Whispers
the whispers of the night
slowly move across my body
hot tongues of devils
devour my flesh
the gleam in the eyes of those
who long to take more stir my loins
as the push themselves deeper
I moan.

Touch
There is a hand,
Touching my face.
There are lips,
Touching my breast.
There is a cheek,
Touching mine.
There are eyes
Touching my soul.
There is you,
Filling my heart.


Alone
He dominates my mind like a bright sun
in a violent black sky.
His words move me to cry out in passion
The longing for his touch causes me to throb.
I ache
I bleed
I cry
I have nothing to show for it.
In the end, I am alone,
I have nothing but me.

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