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The Dessert
A heavy, sticky trap disguised as dessert. First comes the crack of the burnt-sugar crust— a geological excavation of amber and lies.
By Forest Green2 days ago in Poets
The Dessert
Autumn does not arrive with a calendar, it comes in the sudden heavy lean of the kitchen air. Before the first leaf loses its grip,
By Forest Green2 days ago in Poets
The Dessert
A crime against the sacred laws of baking, Or perhaps the greatest thing since the invention of stretchy pants. Let’s be honest:
By Forest Green2 days ago in Poets
The Dessert
The kitchen is quiet now, save for the cooling hum of the refrigerator and the ghost of cinnamon still lingering at the back of the throat.
By Forest Green2 days ago in Poets
October: An Invitation from Me
Here we are again! Well, you know the drill: Write a poem that makes October feel like a place you can enter. I've done this a few times, but one more can't hurt, right? ;)
By Rain Dayze2 days ago in Poets
October Fun
Colors are changing, red, brown and gold Trees shedding leaves, as the air turns cold Fall festival games everyone wants to win
By Dragon Dreamer2 days ago in Poets
Killer Luv❣️
I Love You, Deeper Than The Split In My Heart, or Should I Say Polished Cars? Sometimes I Can Seem A far, Colder Than The Frost on The Stars, Dark and Lovely Is What My Reality Appears to be... I Long For Someone who Loves Me, Although I Am A Killer Indeed, but, Maybe I'm Just A Lover-Boy Who was Born to be Lonely...
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)3 days ago in Poets
Mr. Spook
He steps in through the doorway with a sexy, wicked grin The tattoos on his body have me tangled up within 🔥 His piercings catching moonlight His hands devouring my curves His strong and sculpted muscles electrifying all my nerves 🔥 His lips pressed up against me kisses whisper on my skin and I'm already breathless as he pushes himself in 🔥 He knows just how to touch me how to drive me up the wall My husband is perfection and I crave him most of all 🔥 The fire that he builds inside is scorching up my core He makes me burn so fiercely and I'm begging him for more 🔥 with lace, and chains, and leather we both lose ourselves tonight the filthy things we do together are bound to cause a fright 🔥 I trace my tongue along his shoulder leave a bruise for him to wear biting down until he quivers He grabs a handful of my hair 🔥 He arches back and says my name as I take him deep and slow every inch of him is shaking begging me to not let go 🔥 You can leave the windows open Let them watch us from outside My spooky sexy husband... You're my favorite thing to ride 🔥
By Sara Wilson3 days ago in Poets
A POET'S VISION
A POET’S VISION I’m a little bit crazy }}{}}}}}{ I’m a little bit crazy; Insanity is my name. You know that I will never
By Margaret Brennan3 days ago in Poets
i tried, tried
an education of ranks and stripes some lessons can't be taught. the price is greater than the cost. if the prize is someone else's dime,
By ⸘jason alan‽3 days ago in Poets
Dangling Wishes And Fleeting Memories
Just cross' the meadow through a weathered, wooden gate and mere steps cross' a red roofed, covered bridge Is a path made of cobblestone that leads to her secret garden, an orchard where fall dreams are made
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 days ago in Poets
ALL HALLOWS EVE
ALL HALLOWS EVE Shadows loomed “”””””” There was no moon; The sky was black. Not even one star Was winking back. “”””
By Margaret Brennan3 days ago in Poets