Submissions by marielavoue (Gypsy Red)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Just here... A humble scribe addicted to parchment with a penchant for words...
Love Rain
Baby can you make my love rain?
These aren’t April showers
or minor sprinkling of my flower;
it is how you show me, in your bower
the extent of your sexual power.
Baby can You make my love rain?
This is not the kiddy hour
it’s where a man’s man exerts his willpower.
He seeks the treasure trove to plunder,
the pearl within the soft wonder.
Can You make my love rain?
A simpleton thinks it’s a game...
But a man knows how to fan the flame,
he kindles a searing fever in the brain
that sends pleasure to the...
These aren’t April showers
or minor sprinkling of my flower;
it is how you show me, in your bower
the extent of your sexual power.
Baby can You make my love rain?
This is not the kiddy hour
it’s where a man’s man exerts his willpower.
He seeks the treasure trove to plunder,
the pearl within the soft wonder.
Can You make my love rain?
A simpleton thinks it’s a game...
But a man knows how to fan the flame,
he kindles a searing fever in the brain
that sends pleasure to the...
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“Pusherman”
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Do Me Right
I want it…are you ready?
I do not want a novice
playing at being the big man.
If you can please me
and do me right,
then step up and say
“here I am baby all for you tonight!”
I need someone who can,
someone who will keep me satisfied.
Do me right baby…
You do not have to warn me baby,
I aint scared, if you wanna play
you better come prepared,
because that’s the reason
I am nobody's wife,
I want what I want, when I want it
and if step to me, you gotta be ready.
Because I am hungry
and its time...
I do not want a novice
playing at being the big man.
If you can please me
and do me right,
then step up and say
“here I am baby all for you tonight!”
I need someone who can,
someone who will keep me satisfied.
Do me right baby…
You do not have to warn me baby,
I aint scared, if you wanna play
you better come prepared,
because that’s the reason
I am nobody's wife,
I want what I want, when I want it
and if step to me, you gotta be ready.
Because I am hungry
and its time...
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Poetic courtesan...
She covets your desires,
and stokes your passions
purposely evoking
all manner of fantasy.
she is drawn to the
most skilled Lothario,
one who can make her feel
his words in her womb,
awaken her passions with
every stroke of his plume.
Every letter,
e-v-e-r-y single verb,
as if in animalistic rut,
she feels it enter her sanctum
as a forceful thrust;
Ahhh she is nothing more
than a scripture whore,
bought by he who writes
the best, innuendoed metaphor.
It is a vice, vicious at its base ...
and stokes your passions
purposely evoking
all manner of fantasy.
she is drawn to the
most skilled Lothario,
one who can make her feel
his words in her womb,
awaken her passions with
every stroke of his plume.
Every letter,
e-v-e-r-y single verb,
as if in animalistic rut,
she feels it enter her sanctum
as a forceful thrust;
Ahhh she is nothing more
than a scripture whore,
bought by he who writes
the best, innuendoed metaphor.
It is a vice, vicious at its base ...
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Synergy
Just because
the mind wants,
does not mean
the body can achieve.
The misery of
platonic pleasantries
dissolves into obscenity
Its morsels of niceties
Inevitably lead to hypocrisy.
I live therefore I need...
yet rarely do I succeed
in accomplishing
the basic civilities
Society demands
of creatures like me.
I am an animal
barely contained,
A tethered predator
leashed in a moral cage.
I hunger and mewl
in low decibels
awaiting my captor
the pharaoh, ...
the mind wants,
does not mean
the body can achieve.
The misery of
platonic pleasantries
dissolves into obscenity
Its morsels of niceties
Inevitably lead to hypocrisy.
I live therefore I need...
yet rarely do I succeed
in accomplishing
the basic civilities
Society demands
of creatures like me.
I am an animal
barely contained,
A tethered predator
leashed in a moral cage.
I hunger and mewl
in low decibels
awaiting my captor
the pharaoh, ...
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Despondent
Woe, thou art the heaviest
burden on my despondent heart
whence darkest, its hollows echo
with thy whistle, Wind...
Cold, thy arctic fingers imprison me so;
erstwhile, again I am reminded
how unfair life is to those,
who seek the unavailable
and ache for the unattainable.
Tears in silence unwillingly run,
insignificant in thine immensity, Universe.
Whilst thee Wind, coldly thou whispers
thine passage through my forlorn soul,
in the end I stand irrevocably alone.
Wilt thou labor at speculating for naught? (Will you...
burden on my despondent heart
whence darkest, its hollows echo
with thy whistle, Wind...
Cold, thy arctic fingers imprison me so;
erstwhile, again I am reminded
how unfair life is to those,
who seek the unavailable
and ache for the unattainable.
Tears in silence unwillingly run,
insignificant in thine immensity, Universe.
Whilst thee Wind, coldly thou whispers
thine passage through my forlorn soul,
in the end I stand irrevocably alone.
Wilt thou labor at speculating for naught? (Will you...
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The Intention
Your intention… to arouse,
with dexterity uprouse
the most ardent expression
of conquest and succession.
A craving you’ve created,
a want needing to be sated,
an offering distance impedes
yet the hunger supersedes.
In scriptures it finds its release
or it be left in heated unease,
master of this erotic flame
awaken and stake your claim.
Let me not be left yearning
for your argot I am burning,
feed me lover what I need
let me not writhe in misdeed.
with dexterity uprouse
the most ardent expression
of conquest and succession.
A craving you’ve created,
a want needing to be sated,
an offering distance impedes
yet the hunger supersedes.
In scriptures it finds its release
or it be left in heated unease,
master of this erotic flame
awaken and stake your claim.
Let me not be left yearning
for your argot I am burning,
feed me lover what I need
let me not writhe in misdeed.
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Eat
Eat...
From the fountain slake your thirst
and with the fruit sate your hunger.
Let the juices run down your chin
plunder the fleshy softness of velvet skin.
Eat...
Does it not taste heavenly,
while it seems like sin?
Eat...
Eat as if you are starved and this
the food for which you live.
It is nectar from the gods
created for you by the djinn.
Eat...
Enjoy this Immovable feast
allow it to fill you till you are replete.
Eat...
Let it coat your tongue with exquisite flavor ...
From the fountain slake your thirst
and with the fruit sate your hunger.
Let the juices run down your chin
plunder the fleshy softness of velvet skin.
Eat...
Does it not taste heavenly,
while it seems like sin?
Eat...
Eat as if you are starved and this
the food for which you live.
It is nectar from the gods
created for you by the djinn.
Eat...
Enjoy this Immovable feast
allow it to fill you till you are replete.
Eat...
Let it coat your tongue with exquisite flavor ...
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The Dark Heart Of Night 3: Incubus
I dream of you night after night, my beast,
wondering when this fever within will subside
another night of diabolical dreams
has me writhing in an ardor that just won’t denied.
My eyes are only for you, my knees tremble,
desire has my mouth parched and tongue swollen
from biting it from need, in my sleep, endless moaning;
all calm and peaceful rest you have stolen.
I repress my passions, hiding them,
I have no outlet and they torment me so
as they gallop agitated stirring up yearnings.
I remember the feel of your body and its...
wondering when this fever within will subside
another night of diabolical dreams
has me writhing in an ardor that just won’t denied.
My eyes are only for you, my knees tremble,
desire has my mouth parched and tongue swollen
from biting it from need, in my sleep, endless moaning;
all calm and peaceful rest you have stolen.
I repress my passions, hiding them,
I have no outlet and they torment me so
as they gallop agitated stirring up yearnings.
I remember the feel of your body and its...
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The Dark Heart of Night II
Beast, in my dreams you come
and overtake any and all of my will,
you fill me with yearnings
that cannot possibly fulfilled.
Demon lover, how much passion can I give
and how much will you take?
How much is enough for you to live
or so much for me that I finally break.
You extricate every nuance of desire
and unbridled emotion that castigate,
then you mix it with lethal doses of ire
creating a loathsome passion I love to hate.
Cloaked in indigo darkness you come, fire and ice,
brutal yet seductive you...
and overtake any and all of my will,
you fill me with yearnings
that cannot possibly fulfilled.
Demon lover, how much passion can I give
and how much will you take?
How much is enough for you to live
or so much for me that I finally break.
You extricate every nuance of desire
and unbridled emotion that castigate,
then you mix it with lethal doses of ire
creating a loathsome passion I love to hate.
Cloaked in indigo darkness you come, fire and ice,
brutal yet seductive you...
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Le Rougarou
Tonight the evening is rife
with dark magic best kept out of sight.
Revenge, a dish served cold,
will be, to the arrogant and the bold;
lives shall be forever broken
and others finally made whole,
retribution, a mere token,
when the asking price is the soul.
A debt owed, is a debt that shall be paid,
by the bourgeois who mistakenly thought
none would ever dare declare it claimed.
The moon mistress stands sentinel this night
observing a *bokor conjure a nightmare fright,
a true horror, instrument of her revenge,
as her...
with dark magic best kept out of sight.
Revenge, a dish served cold,
will be, to the arrogant and the bold;
lives shall be forever broken
and others finally made whole,
retribution, a mere token,
when the asking price is the soul.
A debt owed, is a debt that shall be paid,
by the bourgeois who mistakenly thought
none would ever dare declare it claimed.
The moon mistress stands sentinel this night
observing a *bokor conjure a nightmare fright,
a true horror, instrument of her revenge,
as her...
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The proposition
From across the room, I feel your desirous eyes,
they follow my every move, barely disguised.
Out of the corner of my eye I watch you too;
I wonder what will happen if you cross the room.
The hunger is obvious in your eyes;
it leaves no doubt as to the intentions
you harbor on this beautiful night.
Positively indecent as you undress me with your eyes,
asking in silence will I grant you my feminine delights.
There is nothing more seductive to a woman
than the open lusty admirations of a man.
My body feels caressed without as much as a...
they follow my every move, barely disguised.
Out of the corner of my eye I watch you too;
I wonder what will happen if you cross the room.
The hunger is obvious in your eyes;
it leaves no doubt as to the intentions
you harbor on this beautiful night.
Positively indecent as you undress me with your eyes,
asking in silence will I grant you my feminine delights.
There is nothing more seductive to a woman
than the open lusty admirations of a man.
My body feels caressed without as much as a...
407 reads
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