2. New Poetry coming July 2017…

talent_drips_strawberry  April 2014 Poetry:

`Possession` by Fran Marie


You have that certain animal magnetism

   you seduce me with

           the power of passionate possession

Such a complete romanticism

   which leaves me breathless

           drinking you in is my one true passion

You’re a sublime sensual eroticism

   which erupts into my womb of warmth

             a sinful satisfaction of dominate obsession

Penetrating deep within my sanctuary’s chasm

     my lover you fill the empty void I feel

             oozing with ecstasy of lustful orgasms



           Sadly I lie and wait eagerly for your return

               and once again to your possession, will I yield



AWAKE THE NYMPH by Jade A. Waters 

 One thrust and she’s done for—

An eternity of logic, of peace

Is washed away in this flood

This bath of wonder that

Engulfs him, drowns him

And makes her cry for more.


All thought of protest

Lined up so carefully within her mind

Is frozen still, her body overtaking

All the reason, the words

As she quivers beneath him.


A tingle of passion has entered her world

Ensnared her soul

Reopened, ignited

The longing she’s fought to hide from

For so long

Her lust gaining control

Over all she can think to say.


For she moves, rolls, pushes

Through this ocean

Over these waves

Of breathlessness,

His sweetness plunging

Into hers, driving

All of it away until

She whimpers aloud

Feral, needed,




June 2014 Poetry:

Untitled 1 by Michael Faust


the shape of your bare belly


under me is innocence


pink little nipple


hard between my teeth


your breast clouding my face


your thigh blessing my hand


my place is there


tender as mourning


fierce as grief


I rear up wanting more


prying your angel wings apart


Smoking Hot by Maura Gage Cavell


Magnolia scents mixed with apricot and wine,

the tastes lingering on our bare skin,

a silky satin feeling remaining

as heat settles where his powerful touch

had slid inside and around. Make a wish

in this twist of his fingers, the opening

of lips like petals teased into a vibrant

turn, sand pink and charmed to release.


His bursting energy–a woodsy scent,

had left her his gypsy wandering

over the sheets, sun-bleached, burning,

the taste of him, still feeling

the shape of him where he’d slipped into–

igniting them both–smoking hot.


Under a Silken Midnight Sky by Maura Gage Cavell


Outside at midnight’s velvet seam,

when it’s cool, we’ll lie back on a cobalt blue blanket,


soft, under the stars, some honey colored,

the paint-brush streaked moon witnessing


our wildflower fingerprints on each other’s glistening skin.

Open-thighed, I ride over blue smoke and through a red wine


passage to joy, wine glasses, sticky,

left the grass, a slight rain as you shift inside,


my juices wetting you as you thicken,

the shadow-play of the sky catching glimpses


of our delight; you burn through me,

holding on, a dampness in this garden


of green apples, your hands traveling over

the various terrains of my body; my hands


on your chest, yours on my waist,

our muscles driving you deeper,


your hands–now one pulling one breast to your mouth,

the other tugging the other breast’s nipple,


then slips lower to the dancing parts of me,

the air drifting over us, and our eyes glaze over


with deeper desire, even in the dark,

my white rum wetness pouring over you.


Then you feed me your seed as I move down,

you knowing how much I love you then,


the exultation, the moon’s light shining over us,

your strawberry mint scent sending me spinning


inside my mind–as our closeness grows–

our touching allowing us to see a glimpse

                         of what’s sacred.



August 2014 Poetry:

Arise In Me Your Passions by Poetic Nuance
















Undress me, turn me naked

Let me melt in your arms today,

Every desire within, be truly sated,

Make me lose in this game we play.


Let the darkness of the night,

Be ablaze with our passions,

Enduring be this fight,

Wearing down chaste bastions.


Let the steam of our ardour

Run rivulets over leathery lands,

Journey into a roaring flame, together,

As we succumb to our mortal demands.


Let every quarter be given,

Nothing held back in shame,

No fancy to be shun,

Wantonness, know no tame.


Fashion desire from my clay,

Extend me no courtesy,

Turn into each other’s prey,

And let us scream in ecstasy,


Break my pieces into whole,

And consume me coarsely,

Ravish me body and soul,

And I shall possess you truly.


*NOTE: ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS POEM. Not just because its beautifully written, but the image just happens to be the scenario I’m basing one of my newest short stories off of – so yeah; this poet HAD to win this contest just by default, lol.


7 responses

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