Sunday, September 15, 2019

Love in the Heart of Hate

Glauco Gianoglio from Pixabay


Thousands of years all swept away
The God of Hate seizes the day
Until a mortal draws His eye
A writer who will help him spy
Then He spies her in full bouquet

The mortal’s love was on display
Beautiful words, to her, he’d say
The God could not help but reply
Thousands of years all swept away

He craved the love He’d felt that day
And blessed them both in grand array
They prove that there’s still hope on high
A truth the God cannot deny
Twas then He felt His heart to sway
Thousands of years all swept away

By: Christine Graves 9/19

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Dreaming Of A Fantasy

You linger in my mind each day,
My dreams most every night.
You're always on my mind it seems,
And fill my soul with fright.

I want so bad to feel your touch,
To press my skin to yours.
To feel our bodies mixed as one,
My ecstasy implores.

The slightest thought of your hands,
Running gently over me,
Sends waves of tremors pulsing,
Through my carnal entity.

I long to feel the tender strength,
Of your lips on mine.
A kiss so deep, it stops my breath,
So desperately divine.

To feel your rugged fingers,
Run down my naked chest.
Enticing with your dampened tongue,
My fully swollen breast.

To straddle cross your nudity,
And feel you deep inside.
Rhythmic beats of perfect time,
As you swell with pride.

Mounting moments, searing heat
My muscles growing taut.
Moisture forms upon our skin,
As you find that certain spot.

One more thrust, you move beyond,
A place I've never known.
I know that you have come with me,
From your barely uttered moan.

I kiss you soft and sensual,
You hold me in your arms.
Even in my fantasies,
You win me with your charms.

I love the way you make me feel
And the things you do to me,
And even though you're not here
You're my favorite fantasy,