Sleep
Sleep: kisses eyelids
softly whispers sweet-nothings
cradles the senses
lulls me into trance
drags me to a precipice
points out other side
turns back; flashy smiles
a daring glint, in his eyes
slyly hypnotize
drills holes into mind
pulls soft sighs from pale lips, with
broken promises
desire to submit
a constant dance on the skin,
cravings carve out sin:
peace transcends smooth fall
into warm welcoming arms...
...and I.went.out.cold.
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3rd Annual Biggest Competition Ever - 2018
PoetryWelcome to the Poets Pub 3rd Annual Biggest Competition Ever. This year it will be an eight (8) week gauntlet style poetry competition, with a new poetry prompt every week and a winner announced each week. All winners will be eligible for our Poet...
