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An open letter to a lost lover from a broken girl

Ms. Salacious (admin) — Wed, 21 Jul 2010 17:45:43 +0000

I hoped you could see through the shell to the core of me. Maybe you did, and it wasn't enough. . . . → Read More: An open letter to a lost lover from a broken girl

I could (catching feelings)

Ms. Salacious (admin) — Sat, 08 May 2010 09:06:53 +0000

This is going to be rough, but I have to get it out before it keeps me up. Sometimes being a writer sucks…

I could fall for you I could but that would be against the rules strict hard and fast rules written on a wax tablet/that melts in the presence of the heat of our 2 bodies

I could fall . . . → Read More: I could (catching feelings)

Addicted

Ms. Salacious (admin) — Sat, 08 May 2010 00:58:22 +0000

God you're like a drug and I need another hit . . . → Read More: Addicted

Naked

Ms. Salacious (admin) — Tue, 27 Apr 2010 19:01:06 +0000

I stand here naked before you stripped of all the societal trappings of femininity . . . → Read More: Naked

Trade

Ms. Salacious (admin) — Sun, 25 Apr 2010 15:33:51 +0000

You wanted me to trade my frog songs for the sirens

the sounds of an unceasing city

You wanted me to trade my languid licentiousness for gritty urbanism

You wanted me to trade what I am for what you wanted me to be

I did

I almost did

I refuse

I am just as powerless to change the tides of the ocean

the direction . . . → Read More: Trade

Rain

Ms. Salacious (admin) — Mon, 12 Apr 2010 15:29:34 +0000

Drip

one touch

Drip

a fleeting glance

Drip

a fantasy

Drip Drip

a glimpse of skin

Drip Drip

freshly shaven head

Drip Drip

a whiff of cologne

Drip drip drip

ripple of sinew beneath taut brown skin

slow smile knowing spreading across lips

begging to be kissed

moist

hot passionate kisses

probing tongues exploring

Drip drip drip drip drip

sweet nectar flowing

bodies and limbs intertwining

flesh pressed against flesh

hot breath caressing sensitive skin

the scent of pheromones mingling . . . → Read More: Rain

untitled 2010 1

Ms. Salacious (admin) — Sat, 13 Mar 2010 08:49:31 +0000

I want to get lost in the poetry of your skin

To be mesmerized by the reflection of light in your eyes

I want to taste your joy

I want to drink in your essence

I want to feel the quiver of your skin as blood courses through veins

I want to taste the sweetness of your ecstasy.

I want to catch . . . → Read More: untitled 2010 1

The Day You Should Have Died

Ms. Salacious (admin) — Wed, 07 Oct 2009 20:52:57 +0000

If you had died that day there could have been redemption in that end I could tell your son that you perished And that you loved him And that you were a good person. I would have talked about your good side and your smile Your talents and charms I would have moved you into a noble role . . . → Read More: The Day You Should Have Died

Yellow

Ms. Salacious (admin) — Wed, 07 Oct 2009 19:44:47 +0000

This poem is a work in progress about the day the dandelions bloomed After a season of grey and rain and snow a sudden violent explosion of yellow in the fields Clusters of dandelions in bloom bursting out of the green and concrete and gravel and other unexpected corners of the world Petals of trees blowing in the breeze leaving their branches which are waiting . . . → Read More: Yellow