A DANCE WITH SIN

Sins accent is thick and heavy Its eyes are dangerously dark It wears such a sexy smile The kind I dream about Sin begins to dance Taunting me with its sex Beautifully mesmerizing Its body whispering in the shadows Hands reaching for mine And just like that I am drawn into its arms It holds…

MESSY SHEETS

Tangled up in Messy sheets Clothes ripped Shredded and torn Lying scattered On the floor Wild passions Breaking silence Give me what I need Let’s leave love Out in the hall Dive in deep Stay down low Until you just can’t Breathe anymore Filling empty spaces Muscular tension Dissolving stresses Everything you want Is everything…

WALK OF SHAME

I love when poetry tells a story but even more when it makes you feel.  The great thing about this poem is how “Punk Rock Papa” Briton Underwood put himself in another gender’s shoes. WALK OF SHAME by Briton Underwood If these city streets could talk They’d speak about your late night walks And the…

OVER EXPOSED

I really can’t even believe I am writing this post… My heart hurts every time I see someone end their life because they feel shame.  Young girls and probably boys who trust too easily and crave love and attention are caving to the peer pressure to send boobies… or more.  Today, no matter how much…

SATIN WHITE SHEETS

The moment shakes my breath Unsteady and uneven streams Of exhales and inhales flow As the moon throws shadows Playing hide and seek on walls Protecting me from beliefs That existed on the other side Of these satin white sheets Ideas meant to shape me Plotting to steal my identity Don’t tell me I am…

SKY RISE ANGELS

   You know those lights  In the sky rises downtown How you look and wonder  What’s going in there  Youth is in there Long lean legs Secretarial lips  Random raises  In executive ties Dreams bought Nightmares sold As the lights go out One by one by one Until daylight  Finally dawns And the aging reality…

FALLING TOGETHER

Rain pounded down outside Vibrating off window panes Resetting the cadence of time Our hearts were stepping to Fingers sat tangled in my hair As whispering breath lingered Around curves we’d laid bare Distant thunder beat its chest As our souls exchanged light Two lives connected and directed Like moths fighting to feel fire Some things don’t require…