Poetry Blogs (admiration)
In another life
you are mine and I am yours
all is as it should be,
I'm enthralled with you
and you with me.
Just as I am now
only having eyes for you,
you knowing me
even more than you already do
but without all the boundaries
and our courtship being taboo.
I surrender completely,
you let me in,
joy and possibilities
no prior kno...
Wednesday 23rd September 2020 4:08 am
Your dandruffed head which once was fair
Your sweaty armpits clogged with hair
Those sagging tits that touch your knees
That fluff-filled navel full of fleas
God ! you're sexy when you're bare.
And you my love are perfect man
Your dentures even have a tan
And though your willy's lost its zing
Eventually it still goes in
You're HOT........come take me while you can....
Friday 25th January 2019 2:38 pm
I liked the way he looked at me
Like I was the only thing he could see
or that was worth looking at.
I liked the smile he made for me
A tailored face, specifically
to tell me what he couldn't say.
I liked the things that went unsaid
The message in the nod, the tilt of his head,
the eye contact held too long.
I liked his arms, skin brushing skin
Friday 18th January 2019 6:05 pm
It’s been three days since we’ve met and talked again, four years since I grew fonder of you, five years since we first met.
For six hours that night, we both poured our hearts out because we owed each other time that we never had.
Two hours before, you could hardly imagine how many times I tried on different clothes because I badly wanted to look good for you but not wanting to look despe...
Thursday 3rd August 2017 9:10 am
It’s a funny place here, in your skin. Why do you keep it
So very pale? Like a sail left out in the sun
For too long and then flown at the turning of tides,
Though it glides across all of the seas
Its beauty is gone.
Such a strange place here, in your skin.
Like an ivory sheet thrown
Over sharp bones, pale tones and fingers
Pointing blame at passers by of unknown crimes
Wednesday 23rd January 2013 10:46 am
from now to then and back again
in time; to see
all promise of epiphany roll down between
the cracks that hold you in
such favoured light
your pictures beg to be inhaled
their snapped relief
and Dietrich air of futures trapped in avenues
of silvered shadows deftly
drawn of umber hued schönheit
© Paul Sands 2013
Sunday 13th January 2013 11:36 pm