love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Phantom Center
There is glass at the new place, convex floor to ceiling sweet spots among us, focal points the principal points, nodal points. Hold the note upside down as long as you can, fermata in relation to the whole. I dropped one mistakenly in relation to the hole silhouette, a reversal (hear me) s s s e e e e e e m m m e e e ! in a sweet spot, a cardinal point, a scale in relation, she said, to the whole note, mistakenly I dropped one in a cardinal point, a scale again from the top, she said.
By Gerry Thibeault7 days ago in Poets
Mr. Right
I'll pour a glass of bourbon and I'll dim the bedroom light you look so sweet and kissable and delectable tonight 🩸 Your neck is looking lovely, Dear a masterpiece, in fact I promise I won't mess up your hair or breach our sacred pact 🩸 I know my hands are freezing cold and my tan is pretty weak but I'll stay until the morning sun and bite your blushing cheek 🩸 I might leave a mark or two but don't pretend you mind I know you like it when I'm rough you're not the subtle kind 🩸 Come curl up close, my mortal babe, enjoy the moonlight gleam I love you so, even in death I'm inside your bloodstream 🩸 I'm not like the other guys I'll never lie or cheat There's nothing I would rather do than drag you underneath the sheet 🩸 I may have to skip the garlic bread when I take you on a date but that leaves room for late night snacks where you're the one that's ate 🩸 I see you hung a mirror up but my reflection won't be there you'll have to tell me how I look while I'm pulling on your hair 🩸 I don't reflect, I don't do sun and silver makes me sore but watch how fast I run downstairs to pin you to the floor 🩸 Your pulse is dancing violently against my fangs tonight forget your boring human ex you know I'm Mr. Right 🩸 So, let me nibble on your neck I know what you like best You'll never be dissatisfied I never need to rest
By Sara Wilson7 days ago in Poets
