A Poet's Haven

As I set oblivious to the world,  reading A Poet’s Havens poetry from my  tablet When the overwhelming scent of her  she may have dab herself with intoxicating perfume  but on her it becomes purely lethal to my soul As the tablet dropped from hands and into my lap  my eyes drifted very slowly from…

They use to call it a twinklebut that’s a bit old school even for me.With her it’s always a gleamwhat’s a gleam you might askwell a gleam in her eyes means.She is writing another of our exotic adventuresone for sure to be erotic filled with all of theunbelievable passion she can create,within the inner recesses…

Ever since her goodbye… The help has come and gone… The one chair rocks by its self… We hear foot steps, when no one is there. We never see a shadow as the chair moves… We hear humming and singing… The dog and the cats will sit for hours, just staring at knowing… On moonlight…

Okay, Okay, it was just a foolish bet.What are the odds of Serena losing.The kids would all be away at their Nana’s.I wasn’t planning on wearing underwear anyway. Okay, Okay, it was just a foolish bet.What are the odds they would make the playoffs.So I have to make scones from scratchand serve her breakfast in…

There is a natural order when it comesto the shape of that which brings us joyWithin the unknown there is a beautybeyond that which we know to be trueBuried within the pause at the endof each lineIn a songIn a poemThere is a natural order when it comesto the shape of that which brings us…

what startedas dandelion wishesand continued throughcandy cane kissesending with the Stars blushingas our passion eruptedfrom your sweet whispersechoing through my soulas our bodies melded into one…from Tessha’s Poetry #passion, #love, #kisses #wishes

It’s 3 am, its the first of the autumnal chillsthrough an open window its presence now feltShe has snuggled in closeher head upon my chestit has stirred deepwithin her soulHer nails are at play acrossmy chestmy stomachI am awaken by her touchShe has this one little spoton the back of her left thigha very sensitive…

She has this way about herand it’s so much more thana simple playfulnessI could not help but noticethe first time we met it was,It was a resemblance thatis what was a resemblanceNot a deja vu momentnot something familiarI knew her everything about herand she knew it as wellright down to her birthmarkAn inconspicuous placeone requiring…

I thought I heard the wind howl and glimpsedat the moonlight dancing on the tree topsWhen I felt her fingers caressing their wayacross my sides sliding towards my chestAs she squeezed me tightly skin upon skinfelt her bare chest it’s inviting warmthAs she released her inner selfall nails acrossher tension releaseda little nibble on my…

I remember sitting at my desk and wonderingdo I really want to be hereHere was a newly started group of poetsadded without my knowledge or consentBy a neanderthal of sorts a personI had already considered removing as friendI do not recall how long I thought about itcontemplated the whys I should leaveand not get involvedIn…