use2 erotic

Strangers helpless to resist

a cosmic connection

No words were said as I

slipped off your dress

Tongues twisted

in a furious hunger

We devoured each other

body and soul

My hands teasing

your glistening perfection

 My lips work feverishly

 your breast and below

My fingers parting you…

Emerald eyes locked with mine

Nothing exist outside

this moment


Skylarr ~ © 2019

You know who you are… Thanks for sharing

I doubt it comes as any great shock to those few of you who either follow or read my words that I have not been ~ blogging ~ for long at all. I have been a writer and poet for many years but this is a new medium for me.

I am humbled by many of you out there as I read your work. Your mastery with words and images gives this old dog renewed hope that our’s is not a lost art. I have published on many sites, but what I have seen of late is different all together. In my writing, I subscribe to no rules of poetry or prose. I am very rough around the edges and am quite content with that. I simply want a canvas upon to bleed. I care little about the scene of the crime. Those of you I follow and comment on are artist of another level in so far that you combine a mastery of words with a polished presentation.

Thank you for sharing your talent. We are all better to have experienced it…




The Note

use rose

Silver icicles scattered in the snow

like the kind you had on your Christmas tree when you were a kid

What happened last night?

She left with another…

Valentines gift paper torn in shreds

Step out on the terrace in the frigid morning

Light a smoke and do a shot just to clear your head

He finds a note she left for him

~ Sometimes if I listen close I can hear your eyelashes curl when you sleep…

Skylarr ~ © 2016