Language of Love |
I want my words to meltlike cotton candyon the tip of your tongue,To entice your eyeslike the rise of a skirtabove the knee;scented colored wordsthat trail in the wind,like a scarf hastily droppedand ...
Posted by Ode to Naughtiness on Mon, 26 May 2008 10:07:00 PST |
Poetry |
Like butterflies in SpringPoetry awakens the Spirit,stirs the imagination and exploresthe possibilities with each stroke of its rhythmic wings.© 05/22/2008...
Posted by Ode to Naughtiness on Sat, 24 May 2008 06:45:00 PST |
Silver Lining |
The clouds drift by on a calm skylike a fleet of ships in a pirate's cove,heavy with yesterday's bounty. Their pristine sails show no signof yesterday's battle, when the skywas singed in shades of yel...
Posted by Ode to Naughtiness on Mon, 19 May 2008 10:05:00 PST |
Reflection |
From behind the curtainsof a weeping willow tree,a morning dove serenadesthe wind as feathers blowacross the lawn.And loneliness stretches outlike a shadow, from thebase of the tree, to knockat my doo...
Posted by Ode to Naughtiness on Sat, 03 May 2008 08:04:00 PST |
Transcendental |
Entrance me, tempt me,I'm ready to fall intoyour arms.Dance with me,hip to hip,slow seduction.Move with me,let the movementovertake you.Ah pleasure, spiraling upwardsout of control, lost in rapture.so...
Posted by Ode to Naughtiness on Fri, 02 May 2008 08:52:00 PST |
Thrill Me |
With an ear to the ground,like a dormant winter seed, I listen for the music of Spring,to rumble from the ground, like moistearth parting. As the shoots of revival andchange,...
Posted by Ode to Naughtiness on Mon, 28 Apr 2008 09:58:00 PST |
So What Shall We Say Then? |
If I were to say, I love you,what an awkward silence that would leave.So what shall we say then,when like is too weak and love is too strong.There is no perfect word for what I feel.So I shall say the...
Posted by Ode to Naughtiness on Thu, 17 Apr 2008 09:09:00 PST |
Oral Sex |
My ideal man would be goodwith his tongue. He would know,when to pause, and when to plungedeep into conversation. His words would slide like poetrybetween my thighs, coxing meto moan in deep guttural ...
Posted by Ode to Naughtiness on Tue, 08 Apr 2008 05:28:00 PST |
Haiku - Bashful |
Spring peeks like a childbehind Winter's white apron;his face all aglow.
© 04-04-2008
Posted by Ode to Naughtiness on Sun, 06 Apr 2008 04:18:00 PST |
Mil Town |
Skyscrapers rim the city like ridgeson a bottle cap, tipped in vapors of dry ice.Harleys rumble in the distancelike wooden barrels of beer beingrolled out, as motorcycles convergeon Milwaukee's pub-li...
Posted by Ode to Naughtiness on Sun, 06 Apr 2008 04:17:00 PST |
