Old Thoughts

Housekeeping and organizing some old poems. Most of these appeared, if I remember, at one time or another on twitter. I don’t have a twitter anymore and it doesn’t matter, if they are here then maybe someone will read them. Probably an Ai tool (derogatory). *** You smell like home – There in the crook of your neck where your hair tickles my nose You taste like home – There in the dip of your lip where my tongue traces your mouth You moan like home – There between the divide of my thighs where your mouth feasts I’ll never leave home *** Shed your clothes Come closer to me Let my tongue taste your skin Whisper against my lips and fan your fingers through my hair Alone with you is all that matters Come closer to me Wear just a smile *** What if I were pretty Would you think of me as art Would you gaze on my with awe Would you thumb my weathered frame And find my cracks a masterpiece What if I were pretty Would you adore my crooked smile Would you stroke your tongue across my mouth Would…