Bog Monster

Lilting
on the air
love song
gentle dream.
Golden hours
long slippery nights
time in a bubble
a desire
a love affair
ever so rare
or so I thought.
Woven fantasies
spoken
dreams created
wisps of smoke
waiting
wanting
spoke to me
of fairy tales.
Always wanted my fairy prince
my knight in shining armour
my king
to lay with queenly self
to call forth passion
to ease the inner ache
I constantly feel.
I would like to know
within the multitude of frogs I have kissed
have you any advice
what do I need to change
so y’all will stay in the swamp?
©March 18/20
Picture via Pinterest

That First Kiss

That first kiss enveloped me,

consumed me,

Made me feel as though I had never been kissed

that this was my first.

I saw fireworks as I dug my nails in

moaning as your tongue caressed mine.

Giving over to you

all the fear and pain that I have ever felt.

That first kiss,

made me ashamed

for never before had I felt like this

never before had I loved like this.

That first kiss was everything that I could have wished for

it kept all the promises you spoke to me

it gave me so much more,

that first kiss……

it is how we start.

 

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

May 24/17