© carol voccia
thick air and moist lips
licked with a wetted tongue
to shine
catching the dew
that glistens on
your mouth
press them on me
my flesh the briny bark
my soft and subtle silk
my tender yielding
valleys
lick my salted fleece
that protects
the delta
and
kiss the slit of Venus
who glistening
moist lips
part for you
and kiss back
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Your Ice Wind
© carol voccia
You consume me like ice wind
Burning me with your salt
Submitting
But aching to be in charge
I lust and want
To feast on hot chilies
Burning red in my mouth
Turning you
Inside out
Feasting on
Your guts
Blood letting droplets
Coat my chin and weep on my
Arms and legs
Your moon lips erotically
Exposed
Slapped until purpled
As you cry for me to never
Stop
Get on your knees
Wrap your grit around my
Fleshed thigh
Weep for my touch
I'll grant you everything the
Ice wind allows
I adore you gaping at my
Spice
While I crush you in my arms
And clamped embrace
Begging you to stay
You consume me like ice wind
Burning me with your salt
Submitting
But aching to be in charge
I lust and want
To feast on hot chilies
Burning red in my mouth
Turning you
Inside out
Feasting on
Your guts
Blood letting droplets
Coat my chin and weep on my
Arms and legs
Your moon lips erotically
Exposed
Slapped until purpled
As you cry for me to never
Stop
Get on your knees
Wrap your grit around my
Fleshed thigh
Weep for my touch
I'll grant you everything the
Ice wind allows
I adore you gaping at my
Spice
While I crush you in my arms
And clamped embrace
Begging you to stay
Erotic Poetry
Friday, February 17, 2012
Addiction
© carol voccia
Bathing in tones of sweet honey
Or like a hill with child
Rolling toward
The bottom
Hoping never to stop
You ride the pleasured crest
To potent nirvana
Bleeding to the other side of
White
Etching the sound of
Exquisite into your brain
Before
Withdrawal
Finds you falling
Into the eye of sweet aching
Bathing in tones of sweet honey
Or like a hill with child
Rolling toward
The bottom
Hoping never to stop
You ride the pleasured crest
To potent nirvana
Bleeding to the other side of
White
Etching the sound of
Exquisite into your brain
Before
Withdrawal
Finds you falling
Into the eye of sweet aching
Parts
© carol voccia
If I added up all the parts of you
The individual items like a check off list
Your eyes, your shape, your voice
Your smile, your inches in height and breath and
Circumference
Of parts protruding
Or sculpted
There would not be a total of
Complete
That would measure up
They would all fall short
And yet
It's the complete of you
Spirited by the warm of your
Heart and soulful
Tender gaze and
Empathy
Rising from a well of depth
That rates the 10 I see
Not that I'm keeping score
Just that it is the you'ness that
Rates complete on every level
Not the parts that show
But your blinding self that truly IS
My Wild Notion
© carol voccia
My dark secret is found in your
Reflecting azure greens
Do you read my clouds
And wispy thoughts
Of crazy reveal?
So deep the well
A ringing tumbler
Recoiling and resounding
That I pull the trigger
And fire
Straight into
My wild notion
That you were
Mine
My dark secret is found in your
Reflecting azure greens
Do you read my clouds
And wispy thoughts
Of crazy reveal?
So deep the well
A ringing tumbler
Recoiling and resounding
That I pull the trigger
And fire
Straight into
My wild notion
That you were
Mine
My Own Private Holocaust
©carol voccia
My own private holocaust
Rides inside
Deeply keeping me prisoned
Slowly ripping
Wire barbed and
Chain
Take my naked cup
And offer it to the
Blind guard passing
Let me drink
Set me free
No one sees the
Captive
Inside ‘sept me
My own private holocaust
Rides inside
Deeply keeping me prisoned
Slowly ripping
Wire barbed and
Chain
Take my naked cup
And offer it to the
Blind guard passing
Let me drink
Set me free
No one sees the
Captive
Inside ‘sept me
Waiting for Love
©carol voccia
Sitting in the sand
of
Hour glass
Sifting the
Grains
Through hand and finger tips
Who can stop the flow
Of time in
The glass of hours?
Who will find me
In the grains of eternity
or among the
Stars that lay at my feet?
I'll take a cup
And catch the rushing
Granule Spark
To capture the one
Who will capture me
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
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