a request, for her

penned this morning. to kick things off. . .

a request, for her 

sensual temptress
whisper sweet words through
crimson lips for me
promises of nights spent
drinking wine and sharing
one another
paint me visuals too taunting
for me to be melancholy
as they play out
inside my mind.

beautiful woman
stain my skin with
lipstick and perfume
wearing both upon my body
coming in contact with
your touch
pleasant dreams, you whisper
of bodies linked together
and hearts merged as one

dearest lover
steal the daylight hours
leaving kisses upon my memories
scattered about for me to find
as though we’re playing
a game of hide and seek
melt away the painful moments
with the fire of passion and longing
of desire for only you

thief of my heart
leave me with the gaze of
emerald eyes, penning promises
of when we’ll be together
that it shall be worth the days spent
in solitary reverie
touching air and reaching for you
only to come up empty
tell me that the day shall come
when it’s your skin I touch

sensual temptress
beautiful woman
dearest lover
thief of my heart

darling angel

i wait alone for you

~ peter

first post

“you wear guilt
like shackles on your feet
like a halo in reverse”

slowly figuring this out. will do more later.

it’s 36 in philly. the sun is shining. i’m still awake. making the most of insomnia.

i write poetry. among other things. most of my work is here, but i will share here as well. poems. amongst other things. tell me more about you. who are you? what do you dream about? what do you like to read?

no, i won’t bite you.

not even if you say pretty please.

yours,
peter