Erotic Poetry

© carol voccia

Erotic Poetry
Passionately kisses your mind
Dipping its tongue into
Your brain
Licking your senses alive
Each line salivates
Oozing images
Over the edge
Slithering
Tentacles of thought
Slick sheets of hot waxed words
Melting over you
Slowly peel away the message
And its lipstick stain remains

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

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 Own Private Holocaust

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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