Daily Verses Vol. 4 🎧
The short to medium length poems I post daily in notes
I started writing morning verses to both sharpen my poetry skills and be sure that I was writing something every day. I will be publishing a few of these poems per post until caught up, then I will publish the week’s verses each Sunday.
Fucking you slowly Hand around your throat I claim you With my eyes You are mine Gasping with each thrust Your breath hot on my neck I claim that too With my mouth Your lips bloom like spring flowers Opening for my tongue They belong to me I claim them as well Your cunt grips me tight Achingly pulling every drop from me Mine I claim it I hold you in my arms Whispering Melodiously in your ear I love you You are mine
Oh, what I would do to you Hold you close when you feel lonely Love the you that you long to be Kiss you hard with all that I am Surround you in the space and silence you yearn for Feed you dripping mouthfuls of the sweetest fruits Write you psalms of praise and worship that raze the very sky Sing you songs that would wring tears from the hardest heart Prepare you capellini alla puttanesca that would send you into blissful nirvana Hold your hand while we watch the sunset Share my heart and all its secrets Kiss your neck Your thighs And more Give you my most precious of gifts Time And so so much more If you’d only let me
The rain taps on the metal awning Reminding me of John Coltrane The chill from a poorly insulated window Prickles across the surface of your skin You’ve kicked your blanket off again The curve of your bare hip Reminding me of Miles Davis Smooth, powerful, and pure sex Dip and dive Such dramatic undulations My hand traces you You stir Just slightly So as to pretend you’re still asleep But I know better I trail circles around your belly Softer than old satin Reminding me of Chet Baker And how I fall in love too easily My heart should be well-schooled But it learns slowly Unlike my fingers That know you so well They slip under your silk And into your velvet Reminding me of Thelonius Monk Richly textured and lush My fingertip finds the bud Of your red red rose Dew-covered and aching Opening You arch into me And the scent of your morning warmth Clings to you And sings to me My face drowns into your neck Breathing you in You gasp as my nimble fingers play on Bringing you to sodden crescendos That drown out the rain
Awakening Gazing upon your shapely curves Beside you, our bodies fitting together Two lost pieces To the same puzzle That’s been left unfinished For years without us Rogues are we who care not of completion For we complete each other And have no need To be surrounded by those who Believe they’re like us We are unique Complimentary And when I slide into you All our colors match We do not need to be forced into place For our embrace Is perfection
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I love listening to your poetry readings, Mr. Vale. the way you pour forth. a gorgeous sensual thing. when you speak of roses wet with dew I fall apart. speak of art and melody and genius.. when you say capellini alla puttanesca... I could die giving thanks for your perfectly talented tongue.. xxx
I loved how you weave raw desire with such poetic elegance.