Corsets and wide hips
There is infatuation and obsession
And I am clearly obsessed with
everything you do
when you wear your
Corsets with your wide hips
There is no relief for these burning eyes
when the image appears before me
of laced panels and sheer stockings
that go with your garters
and your hips that knock me
to my knees
I wish there were a cure to this obsession
this malady of erotica, for you are my Venus
and I would dare touch your devine
shape as your bend your legs before me
just to touch your thighs
and taste the essence of your beauty
When I die from your touch
I beg you to lay your lips upon mine
and let me touch your face so I
can gaze upon it for eternity
and languish in the land
of your corsets and wide hips
Sun Shift
Shifting sun slides
Through your gap
Of learning...
...Once again
You've let it by...
Though you say
You've nothing left
To hide...
Up in the sky
The stagnant
Bowl of fruit's
Becoming mute,
Yet the Mistress
Of the Evening
Is abiding to
Heavenly duties...
...She weaves you
In and out
Just like a string...
...No matter what
Tomorrow brings,
The heart that's
Wrapped
In plastic,
Won't give
Until you cut along
The edges...
Shifting sun
Comes out again,
And bows!...
...The moon will
Ask what he
Allows
Before she enters
His dark room.
Stars, and wind,
And exclamations
Take you soon
Where there's no
Windows,
And you have to
Work it out
Under private duress...
Shifting sun slides...
Will you guess
What signs
That you
Must glean
At this midnight cross-
roads
That could lead
To tragedy or
Fortune?...
©
2017
Bunny Villaire
Available Rooms
Danger was her name
passion was her game.
Her nights were like grand hotels
where the rooms
were always available
to the men she loved
and loved well.
Drips of passion awakening lust
moist mouths and pink tongues
fingers touching, bodies wet
entwined like twisted ropes
of lustful body parts and pieces
no beginning, no end, everlasting.
The greed, the thirst, the yearning
the price was never too much
gifts freely given for her beauty.
But the cost they would pay
unbeknownst to feckless men
was the loss of their lives
for when she was through
she smiled as she bit
with pearly white teeth
necks offered in fervor
carotid artery exposed.
Blood flowed on sheets
and once again
her rooms
were always available.
Micro poems on Life:
Marriage-
While framing nuptial bonding
wondered discovering Us!
And the clock ticked away....
Doubt-
Doubts of sin
when enter the train of thought
spin the windmill of imagination to blow them away...
Challenges-
Good fortune & bad fortune
take turns
in the circle of life.
Destiny-
Change the direction of winds
adjust the sail
and reach your destiny.
Slice of life
From time to time
slice of life
is never luck but hard work.
Moment-
To cast your own shadows
Be sure to be
In light.
Life & its Meanings:
To a Singer its a song
To a player its game
To a common-man its a challenge
To a dreamer its living a dream
And to Life- its a realization.
Roots
You are the tree
in my backyard
muscled arms
standing guard.
Leaves giving me flight
knotholes – a refuge
where I may alight
birds chirping deluge.
Minuscule cracks
safe harbor flow
roots reaching
deep into my soul.
Transcending strength
stable and true
standing through storms
the timber of you.
#Challenge #tree in backyard @strength of timber
Dreaming Weirdly
Somewhere, soft sheets shift
Into somber slumber
And take me through colorful
Clouds of subconscious daydreams
That play in yellow grass
And green sky's with purple
Crayon mountains and pink
Rivers carrying rainbow trout
Till the ringing noise of daybreak
Bring me to the edge of heated sheets
Half covering thighs and the sleep crusted
Eyes that need water to be cleared
And industrial strength coffee to keep them open and before the inevitable
question is asked
"What the hell was that?"
Phantom Ghosts & Whispers
Love has damaged me, and I don't know if I should blame myself, for believing in such a dusty social development, or society itself. Love is nothing more than a mirage, a chemical reaction in our brains, the very same that frighten us with phantom ghosts and drive us to tears with whispers of those who've passed on. It's evolution, a survival trait that has long grown rusty. I know these shadows, the magical trickster called Mother Nature, and yet, despite my knowledge and woes, I choose ignorance every time.
