Friday, July 10, 2015

As simple as that

Could take me days

Could invent a sweet story

What took me so long

Don’t  ask

I don’t know

It was the muse who left

As if in owe

I mean in awe

Or maybe

Sick and tired I got

Of the on and offs

I saw the lights again

And I posed so they picked me

My eyes shone

My lips drew the smile

Hence I grew  inside

And  waves…

Danced at my sole soul

Time to thus

 Get back

Say hello.


IMAGE: Statuesque by Fiorello

Monday, September 1, 2014


I'm a bat
A just born bat
Fallen on the cave floor
Am I afraid?
But only
Until my predator
Ends it up.       
Rachel Portrait by KOOKIMOON

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Kiss, Do kiss

What is in a kiss?
A real kiss
A kiss for real.

That sublime connection
The divine junction
Of the two.
Lips and tongues
At sweet work.
A bond
Of two
love all of each other
...besides the imperfections.
That only perfection
only  accomplished
Perhaps  enlarged
  slightly intensified
By an orgasm.
An end which

at the point
        would better not
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Wednesday, August 20, 2014

That Drama

I wanted
To make a hassle
Out of nothing
I wanted
To tell you how furious
 How jealous
I was
I wanted
To pretend and play
One of those female dramas
You’d come and comfort me
Uttering it
Once and again
 I wanted
To use that other side

 of my duality
But then...
There was

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