Category Poems
Sinful Erotica by Anna Rose
Wet with anticipation,
As my mind loses control
And every nerve starts to shake
With excitement.
Your breasts against my own,
Taking the lead,
The conductor of my soul’s band
As my heart races, beating faster.
Dominate me,
Make me fall into your deep desire.
A passionate embrace of tenderness
you’ve left my heart needing
a second chance
a second chance
days gone by
there is no going back
no changing tracks
no disappearing acts
but still the whisper
a second chance
a second chance
I would’ve changed
and I am a coward.
I keep running,
thinking I can escape it.
No distance
takes me
any further from
you.
I can’t hold onto
this image
I have of you. I
need
you to
leave my thoughts
forever.
You are wonderful
and I am a freak,
undeserving of your
presence.
I had neither time nor patience,
and this, I so relayed,
annoyance being the tone I used,
but still the stranger stayed.
I bid him sit, if stay he must,
offering him a chair,
this he declined, without a word,
but with a steely glare.
That chilled my bones to marrows core,
withering my very soul,
tasting the salt as my lips become wet,
amidst the heat waves in our winter skies,
confused beings unseasonably counting the flies.
hungry for a meaning,
thirsty for a greeting,
chaos in all we know,
up as well as below.
another drop drips from the flesh,
another lust filled tear shamefully undressed,
spirit empathy to a soulful depress,
these clock-less moments ticking to regret.
2 hands in a circle & around they go,
2 hands stuck in a repetitious flow.
Oh, how life’s cares bound up my heart!
I faced each day with dread
My life was so devoid of joy
Held woe I could not shed
And desparate to end this curse–
To find from pain release–
I lifted goblet to my lips
Drank full, then slipped to peace
And as I slept upon my bed
A dream appeared to me
It seemed that I in water swam
Then sank into the sea
And down and down my body sank
Pulled down into the deep
I felt my lungs about to burst–
Prepared for final sleep
One by one,
They dissolve in my innards,
Spreading their warmth in me,
Like soft kisses on my heart,
Spreading fast, pleasuring me,
Hazing me quick, pulling me into this drowsy state,
This that I cherish,
Pulling me slow into the unconsiousness of pills,
Small circles of love,
Pull into a pigment of tones,
Red, orange, pink,
A haze of beauty, of that I adore.
Awaken in blurred fog,
My vision obscurred,
My ears muffled,
Walking colours fast,
In front lay a pair of eyes,
Staring at me,
He forgot the strength held in the soft bosom of superstition,
and Saturdays that became cloudy without promise of
awakening to scrambled eggs
and kisses…
He became movement in the trees, his entire body
trembling as if she walked over his grave
again and again…
She was different, and everyone knew magic
was her air…
waiting with swollen lips and traces of love
that could have been…
My heart pretended
you were a sound
I could drink
when I went searching
for golden lines full of surprise.
When I walked towards you,
my ears tasted the beat of the earth
and it began to turn
in reverse.
Ringing clear were hundreds of memories
I had kissed freely,
known as all the things you did.
Then in came the rushing sea
crashing into my mind
with waves of everything
you have ever said.
