Word of the Day Challenge #102-Untitled Erotic Poem

What is it about?
Taste of lips
hips
sips between breasts
thirst slaked
a moment in time
bodies wrapped
rhythm and wine.
Stare into eyes
starburst
connection
lost
broken
laughter erupts
fall from bed
grabbed
pressed to wall
feel the head
glistening
rubbing fast
moans
groans
whimpering.
Fantasy
truth
who cares
between two consent
let there be fun.
Fingers on wrist
don’t go
smile seductive
whisper into the dark
forgotten not easily am I?’
Door closes
fall back
scent perfume upon pillow
dreams to come
silly smile
you hope she returns
to stay awhile.
©May 21/20
Picture via PInterest

Forgotten

Crumbling mortar
paint peels in strips
corrupted
land bleeds black
brambled path
wrought in pain
in terror.
Sit
staring at nothing
mind no longer there
lost in the mists
of time beyond
not able to see the disgrace
the family feels.
Speaking in tongues
in gibberish
who can understand
as I wail
as I cry
trying to bring you into this world.
of my own devise.
Flashes of history
memories lost
tangled web
I am caught.
Drool
disgust
wipe my mouth
speak as though
I am not here
as though
already gone am I
wishes were horses
beggers would ride.
When I was a young
prospects so many
laid out
waiting for me
to pluck the fruit offered
to bite of my dreams
fulfilling.
Now I am an elder
no one has time
to hear my stories
to hear my tales.
I am left to bleed
in gloomy silence
set upon an ice floe of neglect
waiting to die.
©Feb. 17/20
Picture is my own