Name' sake

Black lace traced,

With leathers hot embrace

Once done 

Now to be undone,

What he'd won.

Trying to make sense

Of this spinning vortex of chance

Of circumstance.

Deaths dealt dance,

Lost in a glance

A stabbing dart,

Straight through the heart

Modern and contemporary 

Is it still ?

But still not an art,

I wish to be . . . Apart

*Not to, at, about, or because of anyone - just freestyle poetry 🙏

Mornin peeps  👋🙂 ☕️

Locked beyond arms reach, 

Kept at bay,

kept away

A portcullis in miles

I saw a picture of myself,

On a shelf -

Injustice 

For fingers once steeped in styles

The sweet nectar of in-between,

Being held apart,

The chance to advance, to dance 

Lost to appeal denials

I cant move the mountain,

Or recapture - this time,

But I can merrily go 'round

Tempered by the trials

Mornin peeps!  👋🙂

☕️

I was making oatmeal and that poem popped upon my brain. Instead of flushing it down the drain, I decided to refrain -

And plopped it here, 

On yours 😏

With pancakes

🥞 👈

#savetheplantheads

Steal and reel and writhe and feel,

An undeniable gravitational appeal.

I want your trust, your lust,

Your kneel ~

I want, I need - 

You

I must not fall into you so sweetly,

So completely -

For if it not be well received, 

I would die, discreetly 

Chances and dances,

Bound and wound so freely,

Tasted in just a glance,

Forbidden romance,

Will . . . upheaved me

"Breathe in, and hold . . .

Out . . . .

And relax . . ."

(I dont want to be relaxed!

I want to be as tense as a coiled spring body mount!

Ready to pounce!

Flesh seeking, blood needing beast,

Ready to feast!)

"One more time . . . 

And in . . . .

Hold . . . 

Thats it . . .

And out . . . "

(Im gonna rip out your throat 

With my drooling maw,

If those words repeat,

From your jaw.)

"And one last time,

In . . . 

Hold . . . .

And out . . . ."

(Claws gripping, heat seething,

Futile escape attempt, 

Devouring - deep thrust heaving,

Dare to be exempt)

* * * * *

"I think we've had a very good session today Jack, I'll see you next Thursday?"

"You bet, I'll be here - see you then, thank you"

Something, it seems, most women cant do.

🤔 

Typing fast, it seems, is something most men cant do.

🤔

I wonder . . . 

🤔

We are all 98.6 degrees - weird, isnt it?

I've decided that this is what's causing global warming - too many people emitting 98.6 degrees.

Stop it! Just stop it! Chill people! 😎