Submissions by m_abbott1999 (Madi)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"In dreams, one is not tethered by earthly limitations." -Gary the Snail
The Heat
Burn me, burn me.
Cremate and urn me.
I've exploded with lust,
And heaven has spurned me.
Fiery fingers have tantalized and torched me;
Palms like hot coals have scandalized and scorched me.
Spear me, sear me.
cook me well.
Burn me. Burn me.
Hot as hell.
Cremate and urn me.
I've exploded with lust,
And heaven has spurned me.
Fiery fingers have tantalized and torched me;
Palms like hot coals have scandalized and scorched me.
Spear me, sear me.
cook me well.
Burn me. Burn me.
Hot as hell.
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Brandy
Sliding down my throat
The liquid felt so thick.
Caramel to the color,
Hard to your dick.
With each new shot poured
My mind and body soared.
It was not the brandy;
No, that just helped you along.
That taboo touch, I needed it;
Your fingers moved in song.
And while you sang
My voice escaped with no shame.
The liquid felt so thick.
Caramel to the color,
Hard to your dick.
With each new shot poured
My mind and body soared.
It was not the brandy;
No, that just helped you along.
That taboo touch, I needed it;
Your fingers moved in song.
And while you sang
My voice escaped with no shame.
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The Tempter
His eyes pierced my soul,
His crooked smile clawed at my heart.
His hatred for life made me weak;
He was like dark chocolate, a decadent need.
He was everything I despised in a partner:
Arrogant, snide, rude, and aggressively mean.
And yet, he was a sight to behold.
His flesh was fervid, but his touch, so cold.
His eyes were knowing and clouded,
He could sense weakness in each soul he intruded.
His disdain for people was attractive, a pull like gravity.
He was the perfect fallen angel:
Scorned, dark, and vengeful.
He beckoned me...
His crooked smile clawed at my heart.
His hatred for life made me weak;
He was like dark chocolate, a decadent need.
He was everything I despised in a partner:
Arrogant, snide, rude, and aggressively mean.
And yet, he was a sight to behold.
His flesh was fervid, but his touch, so cold.
His eyes were knowing and clouded,
He could sense weakness in each soul he intruded.
His disdain for people was attractive, a pull like gravity.
He was the perfect fallen angel:
Scorned, dark, and vengeful.
He beckoned me...
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DU Poetry : Submissions by m_abbott1999 (Madi)