Of Art and Literature

My favorite writing conditions occur when a line of poetry or prose comes to mind out of nowhere and I scramble for a piece of scrap paper to capture it on before the thought is lost. Another piece from the scrap paper collection, written this morning.

This piece can also be found as a response to Thursday Think Tank prompt #8 on Poets United.

Of Art and Literature

Sucking supple nipples
sweet like pears
She lies nude beneath me
whispering sonnets of Shakespeare
as my lips chisel at her figure lovingly.

Her thoughts get lost in a silvery haze
their case lulled in a pillow somewhere
and after minutes of soft and mindless pleasure
She emerges, speaking to me in a silky tone,
"What do you make of good literature to-day?"

I cease my persistence in working over her body
and lay to rest beside her, cradled within her,
I release a sigh,
"I suppose it should be much like this,
an art of the mind, body and soul"

Steam

Two poems in one day, aren't you lucky?! This is an acrostic poem I wrote in response to this week's prompt on Poets United & Poetry Blogroll in hopes that I can get some more writing out of me. I may have used a bit of poetic license with this one, I'll admit, but in my defense, I haven't written an acrostic poem since perhaps the third grade.

S he silently slips her hand around me from behind

T houghts of mine are interrupted as I turn to her timidly

E ager, I take her hand and lead her to the shower

A ching for love, I press her against the cold tile wall

M y hands move up and down her wet figure as I maneuver myself through the steam

Just Words of some sort for a very special someone

I'm not exactly sure what this is, but its for a very special person in my life whom I miss dearly and seeing as I haven't posted much this month, I decided that this was worthy of sharing:

I have never belonged to anyone the way that I belong to you. You know nothing of this devotion, I’m afraid, yet it is a devotion so strong that it touches upon every fiber of my being. I am yours, yours in every which way. At times it leads me to question if I could fully hand myself over to another, when you so firmly have hold on every part of me. And I do my best to live life in spite of this fact, however it creeps up onto me as though out of nowhere, with the mere thought of contact with you. You, your name, your face, your acknowledgement, your presence in any form whatsoever forces me down onto my knees, back under this enchantment, a heavy pendant around my neck, weighing me down with this unchallengeable, unquestionable love for you. Your affection, O how I crave nothing but this attention, a sweet burst of ecstasy, infiltrating my senses, impairing me to any form of judgment that is not you.

The "I Can Love You Better" Complex

Finally! A brand new one!

The "I Can Love You Better" Complex

I am the other woman

I pleasure your girlfriends

And I flatter your wives

I am she who keeps her "working" until late at night

I slip through corridors

To see her

Using time

To my advantage

I build companionships

With my bare hands

With her

I tell her what she wants to hear

Whisper it slowly, but surely in her ear

Lather her with the attention

You’re too tired to give

I listen

And love

And appreciate

I am all that you are not

All that you are too stubborn to be

For her

I admire

I admire in ways that are beyond your wildest imaginations

I let her be who she is

No strings

Only ribbons

wrapped around her

like the gift you forgot to say ‘thank you’ for

but see,

I thank the world for her every day

Because if it weren’t for her existence

Who could I possibly love better

And how would I manage to be?

Telling Things and Speaking Actions

Telling Things and Speaking Actions

If I could tell you anything

Upon getting that chance to stand before you

Empty room just you and I

Face to face, I would say:

It’s okay to be loved.

I know cheating is such an issue these days

I know you’re not like that

You see yourself a loyal girl,

A woman of moral standing.

But what if I told you,

That you don’t have to feel a thing

Just stand here

Bask in the oasis of right now

This moment of silence

In a sea of high strung emotion

As you let yourself feel love

and be loved

by someone else, longing to feel worthy of you.

In the darkness of this night,

I can never think it wrong,

The act,

You letting me brush the hair away from your face,

reassuring you that all of this will soon be over,

Place three kisses on your neck

Sealing the pact of security

You can feel when you are with me,

Brush my fingers down your cheek

A promise that I’m here, for always.

Why does love have to come from just one person?

I ask you

How is accepting affection from another deemed unfair?

Please give that chance for me to show

How much I truly care

For you, that is.

And if I could tell you simply,

this one, single thing

I ‘d whisper slowly in your ear:

“You inspire me to love”

Pretty Lady

I couldnt help myself, I just had to put up another one!

Pretty Lady
She can’t sleep

Because we’re too loud

And I try to be accommodating

Anything to keep her around

At least until I get a chance to ask her

If she has betrayed me

But as time progresses

She sends off airplanes

By mistake

And laughs at the joy of life

And I love her again

Want to keep her by my side

Despite what she’s done

Or hasn’t

She’s a real beauty

I’ve known that for a while now

I chose to forget

Though she has become etched in my mind regardless

And it was the last time

The last time I would let myself fall

For a pretty lady

The Effect

The Effect

Darling,

Let go of his hand,

And come with me

To a place yet undiscovered

Let me love you,

Differently

Let me be another.

I know you do not want this

Even if you know you do

But would it help for me to tell you

How much I want it sometimes too?

Not in the slightest.

You love him

From the bottom of your heart

And maybe no one can compare

Even if I can speak of doing better

It wont matter

Not unless you want it to.

What do you do when you’re attracted to a friend?

One you know can lift you up

Take you higher than you’ve been before

Turn the world on its side to give you a new perspective

Make you know your own self worth

And make you wish you had the chance to love them

Really love them

What do you do?

Sit back and endure the pain a little

Every time you see them smile

Knowing that you were not the cause

You are merely part of the effect.