I see you have taken up residency in my mind.
I feel the curious curve of your tongue tasting me,
your fingers enticing beneath the surface,
your eyes calling me out. And how can I not follow
when I need to disperse my way through that
My mind is naked before you,
captivated by your presence
and lost within
Karen Hayward ©2017
Poem and picture ©
Would you devour me with those eyes,
that soulful glance… or lips, tender, would
you kiss me and take that chance?
Would you pause to traverse my eyes
And search beyond what makes me shy,
and look instead at what makes me shine?
Would I feel beyond your touch, beyond life’s hands
mans soul on gentle skin would they tease
and passion bring and would they lead me
through paths of…blissful sin.
Would i devour those
Eyes, that soulful look…
Cherry blossom petals
teasing open luscious pink
cold winds left behind.
Karen Hayward ©2016 (Image and words)
Taste my subtle hint of raspberry kisses,
Count the beats that my heart misses.
Feel the atoms charge with lust,
See the glint that says I trust.
Taste my subtle hint of strawberry skin,
Look into my heart and I’ll show you sin.
Feel the atoms beneath my fingers,
See the glint, the way it lingers.
Taste the sweetness on my lips,
listen to how my heart beat dips.
Feel the atoms as my essence flows,
See the glint and watch me glow.
Karen Hayward ©2016
The muse of a mind of chaotic prose
If I could stop time we could pause and show.
We could speak with our tongues the language of lust
the desire to explore and to watch is a must.
If I could wield the sands in the hour glass
that make my hours pass so fast
I could stop them on a level ground
whilst your fingers touch the pearl that was found.
I could tinkle with space and create a new land
where everything happened with the touch of your hand.
Oh muse if I could stop the ticking of life’s eternal time
we could pause and commit such sinful crimes.
Karen Hayward (copyright) 2015.