Poetry – Page 65 – A (wise) man of two faces

Hot spots

Drops of spring weather
riddle the winter landscape –
a teasing promise.

Each time I come to you the same:
beaten, broken, crippled, lame
with tears trailing down my face
and begging for a moment’s grace.

Moving on is tough
especially when it means
burning some bridges.

I can still taste her
for hours after we’ve parted;
her love still remains.

Sex
Hot, heavy
Kissing, sucking, fucking
“Oh – oh my God!”
Shaking, aching, collapsing
Breathless, tender
Love

The taste of her lips
was a light dollop of cream
and a heap of hell.

Lay me
upon our bed,
pull me close to you, and
show me just how very much you
Love me.

Our magnetic lips:
drawn together easily,
difficult to part.

Please give me a smile
a little ray of sunshine
to brighten my day.

Bright as gold
but twice as cold…
She’s a pretty face
and youthful grace
but her soul is old.