Release

thunders-truck
you seem
at my challenge to love you.
did you not see
the hunger
born from lingering kiss?

i vow to
silence
encrusted inhibitions,
unleash
the longing, bound in chains;
pry open
the safe, that holds your
weary soul
and bury you
in the depths of me.

let me touch fire
to your skin ~
too long
have you ventured
without.

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JohnnyCrabcakes extended a challenge to write a sensual or romantic poem including the words truck, safe (object) and crust. Such fun to play – I am so happy I got invited to the party.

Muddled Sensuality

skilled fingers
stack
toilet paper pyramids ~
no resemblance to
egyptian monuments,
but filled with
enthusiasm and
your famous, lopsided smile
that triggers mine

how you
turn my thoughts to mud-dy bliss;
tainted, mud-dled ~
forbidden fruit has
a taste, so rich;

your shoes, old and worn
look great where they are ~
forgotten;
next to my bed
where i
inhale; drown
in your charms’ urgent movements
and embrace
the ecstasy
of your
perfect madness.

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Whimsy Mimsy extended a challenge to write a sensual or romantic poem including the words mud, old shoes and toilet paper. Of course I could not resist. Heh.
Thank you, Susan! Such fun…

Passion (Haiku)

once touched, the need burns;
threatens to devour whole
those who are careless.

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photo credits: sanpasqualbandofmissionindians.org