Submissions by puckit (S.A. Elrod)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"Once more unto the breach, dear friends."
My release
From your first waking moment in the early morning hours to the last thoughts that pass through your mind at night, it is there, clawing at your spirit with razor-sharp talons, gouging out chunks of your being with every sweep, or merely raking your flesh, filling your body with an unquenchable desire.t all begins as a pinhead sized spot in the center of your heart, working its way out like venom from a vipers fangs, numbing your whole body into a wall of emotional ice, leaving only desperate feelings of longing and despair: Loneliness, the master of my private dungeonBut through it all,...
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I love women
I love women. Plain and simple. I love the way they look. I love the way they smell. The way they walk and talk and laugh. I love they way they taste. The look in their eyes when they’re turned on. The way they get so wet. I love the way they grind their hips against my face when I’m eating them. I love their asses. The way they curve into the small of the back. I love that little bit of skin that shows between the top of the jeans and the bottom of the shirt, alternately exposing and covering, exposing and covering. Delicious. I love the way their breasts look in a tank top, bra-less,...
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Breathless
Black lines on brick front.
Necessity pinioning me to this place of stone and steel.
I live and breathe, yet I am breathless.
Mindless;
Organized in my disarray.
Surefooted in my solemnity.
She breathes, a pace away in distance yet a world away in mind.
Common ground disappearing as the miles unfold along the path of our journey.
Wanting more but needing less.
Wings fluttering against the glass ceiling of disillusion.
Yearning for a glimpse of understanding.
The developing chasm shifting the earth under our feet
as we clutch at the...
Necessity pinioning me to this place of stone and steel.
I live and breathe, yet I am breathless.
Mindless;
Organized in my disarray.
Surefooted in my solemnity.
She breathes, a pace away in distance yet a world away in mind.
Common ground disappearing as the miles unfold along the path of our journey.
Wanting more but needing less.
Wings fluttering against the glass ceiling of disillusion.
Yearning for a glimpse of understanding.
The developing chasm shifting the earth under our feet
as we clutch at the...
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DU Poetry : Submissions by puckit (S.A. Elrod)