#poetryafterdark

[theesotericecho]

In the Embrace of Midnight's Sigh

By David Sawin with The Esoteric Echo

In midnight’s embrace, where whispers weave,

Our shadows dance, in the web they conceive.

Moonlight bathes your skin in a silken glow,

A beacon of desire, a soft, tender show.

Your gaze, a fire that melts all resolve,

In your eyes, deep oceans, mysteries to solve.

Lips, the gatekeepers of your soul’s deepest cries,

Offer a taste of paradise, where ecstasy lies.

With every touch, a surge, a shiver, a sigh,

A language only skin can truly signify.

The air, heavy with our mingling scent,

Marks the canvas of night with our intent.

Let the world fade, let its clamor cease,

In our cocoon, find an exquisite peace.

The rhythm of our hearts, a fervent drum,

In this dance, we are undone, then some.

Closer still, until no seam can be found,

In the realm of passion, we are bound.

With every breath, a vow, a sacred flight,

Entwined, we soar through the crests of night.

As dawn tiptoes, its light a gentle plea,

Wrapped in the afterglow, it’s just you and me.

In the embrace of midnight’s fervent sigh,

We find our truth, beneath the vast, starlit sky.

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[tmcpoetry]

Now, drink me in Like I’m your favorite sin @tmcpoetry . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . #poetryafterdark #passionatepoetry #latinapoet #wordsofromance #afterdark #sensualwords #sapiosexual #demisexuality #enjoyonme (at New York City, N.Y.) https://www.instagram.com/p/CY-F60RsVn3/?utm_medium=tumblr

[1010goddess]

I make coffee

Butter one slice of hardo bread

Then quote Madeline, with the accent

[king-galaxius]

The title is 'She Got Caught........ ....' #puppetvideos #poetryafterdark #puppetsafterdark #poetrystuff #puppetvideoshoot #puppetpoetry #puppetvideo #excusesmenmake #excusesmenmaketostayinafemaleshome#predatorsquad #predatorsprey #aparentsnightmare https://www.instagram.com/reel/CRMvykmBDPd/?utm_medium=tumblr

[arz-hai-blog]

The tales of a traveller haunted by the ghost of his past. Share your thoughts with us at arz.hai2017@gmail.com #travelogue #traveler #wanderlust #haunting #travelstories #riderstories #darkpoetry #poetryafterdark #worldconnect #poetsconnect #writersconnect #writers #poetrybook #poets #poetry #poems #writing #instapoets #instapoetry #instapoems #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #poemsofinstagram #loveforwords #loveforpoetry #wordgasm #wordlust  #wordporn #wordpleasure

[madefrizzy]

A Choice Scar

There is still a heaviness in my heart.  It’s bleeding more slowly now.

It’s clotting.  It’s stopping.  It’s healing, but a scar will remain.

A scar that provokes me to tell the story of it’s origin again&again. 

Yet, none of the words I choose will help you experience what I went through.

Battle scars are to be proud of.  It marks Heroism they say.

The choices we make determine whether the  scar was a choice scar or a battle scar, because some scars were our choice. 

Maybe, it didn’t look like a battle at first. I know why because I chose not to see it. I chose to embody all of it and take it on through a different perspective. Not knowing that a different perspective doesn’t change the truth. 

Ohhhhh ohhh my youth, so curious, naive, trial&error, courageous and deceived. 

I saw it was a hard battle and still chose to fight. 

CAUTION TO THE WIND!

                 &

WITH ALL MY MIGHT!!

I survived, but fought unnecessarily. 

Losing my energy and Me.

Yet and still we all have a journey.

We can’t STOP IT

We have to LIVE IT

We have to EMBRACE IT

We Have to FACE IT

We have to MOVE FORWARD

We have to KEEP PRESSING

We can’t GIVE UP or STOP TRYING

We have to WALK IT OUT, STEP BY STEP, & DAY BY DAY

[tikibee2]

Eddie and Nicole Murphy (1985) Poem by @brothers_poetry: "Brunch -------- Is it 11:59 in the morning Or is it 12:00 p.m. In the afternoon? I can not decide If I shall indulge in breakfast or lunch? Hell maybe pancakes and turkey bacon with mimosas OR Succulent steak with snap peas!? Nope. I will enjoy the best of both worlds and that is .. You. The thin line between breakfast and lunch So why not just be my brunch. Devouring the honey that drops off of your Complexion while caressing your divinity. Leaving my fingerprints down your silhouette I can not wait to get your wet. Yet there are rules and regulations to this. When indulging in brunch One must appreciate the true art of the almighty and make love to the art. Thus giving art life as the art returns life unto thee. Paint the perfect picture As the tongue is my paint brush and I plan to leave my watermark on you. No space gets left untreated. Let me be your Picasso and you be my Anita baker. Hit the high notes as I am down below making strong long strokes. Deep. Bold. And passionate as the sun rising over the horizon. This will be a meal never to forget. -@seanmartinez26 -(SDM) -#PoetryAfterDark -#PoetryInMotion -#ArtExpression -#LoveandLust -#BrooklynPoet" )

[kennyrich]

From Lust Till Dawn. #instapoetry #freeverse #apoetstale #poetryafterdark #creativewriting #enrichbykennyrich

[madefrizzy]

Keep wishin

You took my love for granted

Now the roles have slanted

wish you still had that love

Ooooo i know you can't stand it.

[madefrizzy]

cautious nostalgia

It’s amazing growing up with someone.

I remember looking into his eyes.

We were 16.

I remember how he looked into mine. 

He wasn’t hesitant with his love. 

He gave it freely.

Pillowy Clouds surrounded me constantly.

The illusion of love.

I’ll never forget his eyes, so innocent and true.

I’ll never forget your eyes, and how deeply I loved you.

After you went to war you changed.

Or Maybe I got my memories rearranged of you.

That’s why I’m so estranged from you.

All I received was less love more pain from you.

I’m forever changed from you.

Now I slowly walk down memory lane.

Reluctant to endure those memories again.