Come the King

Stand at mirror
left
right
front
back
all looks right
all looks tight
first date jitters
never thought
me
of all people
at this prospect.
Feelings
drawn
quartered
felt
before
eyes laid upon
know your voice
imprinted in my mind
commands to follow
breathless
waiting
wanting
smooth hair
hips
hands no where to go.
Doorbell rings
heart stutters
rapid beating
pulse
flaring
skin jumping
goose pebbled
one last glace
one last look
everything
nearly perfect
sultry smile
hooded eyes
pull door open
lean against
legs suddenly shaking
nipples erect
you
slide your hands into my hair
pull me close
our bodies fitting
pieces melded
your lips on mine
this……
this…..
whimper
collared
your babygirl
forever more.
 
Oct. 24/20
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Pale Death of Renewal

Death strides
stalks
struts
empty streets
alleys littered with corpses
life so empty
dancing
twirling
giggling
downfall of mankind
so easy to orchestrate
only takes a few
sheer stupidity
always outweighs sanity of many.
Few have been saved
few will return
to rebuild an age
of harmony
of peace
of tranquility
done with removal
eradication
of those who longed for war
longer for ultimate control
their time is no more.
Charlatans helped
spreading lies
pretending voice of God
spoke directly to
dictating truths
used as vile weapon
utter disregard
yet still looked upon as saviour
why heads in the sand?
Pointed fingers
wicked whispered word
one here
that one there
come together
plots exploded
now the world is calm.
Under brilliant stars
first night light
aux natural
beauty long forgotten
finally to return.
©Aug. 3/20
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