Ode to Grace

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Darling Grace,
I miss you
So much….
Poems
Of kisses
Break out
On my lips….
Let me embrace
You and caress
And let me
Feel the rhythm
Of your sweet
Body …..
Your breasts
Are so
Passionately
Round…..
I love the
Way your
Nipples
Stand taut ….
Let me
Squeeze
Them and
Suckle them
With odes of
Joy ….
There’s
Your honey
Lips …..
Let me
Melt my
Tongue in it
And cajole
You to sweet
Ecstasy….

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Angst

It feeds my
Brain …..
The farting
Maggots….
I am tormented
And troubled…..
My existence
Is a vacuum …..
Bad luck
Why are
You a disease
That’s plaguing me….
Why am I
Deeply distressed?
Woe is my brother
And angst my sister …..
Ironies leave me
Alone you bastard….

Potiphar’s Wife

When Joseph was employed in Potiophar’s household, his wife became enamored with Joseph. Joseph declined her amorous advances on moral grounds. This is a poem about the infatuation of Potiphar’s Wife

Darling Joseph,
Your body is bronze…
Your eyes
Poisonously radiant…
Magnificent is
Your phallus….
My body
The wine
Of Egypt….
My lips are
Pearls of
Of morn ….
My breasts
Are dancing
Fawns…
My orifice
Is a burning
Lake of fire…
Come my Joseph
Undress
And bed
Me to
Sweet ecstasy.

Ode to Grace

Darling Grace ……..
Love awakens in me….
for you
with poetic fervor……
I admire your
beauty with a
poet’s heart…..
I long for you
darling …..
embrace you
with the whispers
of poetry …..
My heart is settled
on the ocean of love….
Let chant kisses
on your lips…..
Let me kiss
you with mystic
delight …..
Let me make
love to you with
song of songs …..

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Feelings
Are the monsoon…
They fall as
A rain of tempest…
Passions
Are an eclipse…
I have a
Rainbow
In my heart…
My lover
Sing a song
Of love to me…
Life is an
Erotic
Pasture …
Where in the
Waste land
Am I ….
Yes, Camus
Life is
Meaningless
And absurd…
Give me
The strength
To bear my angst….
Time is calypso
On wings …
Destiny
You are a
Future
Locked in gold…
Charm is
A brothel
Of the mind…
Time sew
A ribbon of luck…
Let me sing
The songs
Of the desert …
Nirvana
You are
A Buddha
Of the heart….
A trope is
A gem of poetry…
Luck you are
Hidden in
A fairy’s wand…
Poems speak
Of adoration
Of the body ….
Time a tempters
Snare …