Category Archives: Poetry

Remembering the Words

Courtesy of Allison Broeren
Courtesy of Allison Broeren

Learning to speak

A silent child

Good girl when quiet

Dark and wild

Eyes open wide

To take in as much of the world as she can

To try to understand

Still confused why

Silence

Marked her as a victim

But she endures

even when goaded past it

Survives

In silence,

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Ode to the Fingerprint on My Left Middle Finger

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O fingerprint on my left middle finger

I have abused you,

and used you,

and yet your loops and swirls have ever returned

You have been burned

cut

scraped

scratched

bitten and yet

Through all, you stay attached

The power you wield can’t be matched

you make me unique

It’s true

I wouldn’t be entirely me without you

and you are all I witness

when I’m cut off in traffic

and I seek

a means

to question another’s driving fitness

O fingerprint on my left middle finger,

Nothing could ever replace thee!

The only way it could be better,
Is of you, I had two!

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Wait…

In the finals!

I’ve made it to the finals at the Slam MN!s Erotica Tournament! The leather and lace gauntlet is thrown and I am up against some major talent! It’s tonight at Kieran’s Pub, downtown Minneapolis. Here is the event link: https://www.facebook.com/events/455213354600939/  But even if you can’t make it there, you can support me via social media ^_^ Twitter: @foxsmoulder and FB : https://www.facebook.com/FoxSmoulderFans  Tumblr: Foxsmoulder.tumblr.com or leave a comment here!

Sexy poetry
Sexy poetry

 

UPDATE: I won 4th place! In a really strong field and at my first Erotica Slam ever so WIN FOR ME! ^_^

What would happen? (From ‘98)

What would happen?

…If I crowded you as we spoke?

If I pressed you to the wall and held your hair

And kissed you

If my hand found yours and held it firmly up by your ear

If you found my back with your other arm and pulled me closer

Closer until you felt the doorframe dig into your shoulder

If you ran your fingers down my sides, press in your palms and push me down

If I look up eyes wide,
Teeth clenched,
Wanting
Helpless

Would you take me into your hands?
And give your lips to my forehead, temple, cheek…and mouth?

Consuming my senses?
If I took hold of your shirt, would you resist?
Giving your lips but nothing else?

And if I beg you

Please,

To feel you closer

To feel your body imprinting itself on mine

And your hand creeping into my jeans,

If you heard my moan

I want to know,
I need to know,

What would happen … next?

Distraction

Distraction

You disrupt me
Corrupt me
Come closer to me and say my name

Tip the balance of my desire

So I can’t hide it anymore

Let me lean against you
And feel muscles tired and sore
Your hands taking still more

Pain and pleasure mingling
Into bliss

And your kiss,
Shattering my soul

Be my distraction
Gaining traction
In my mind and dreams

Until it seems

Reality is just the figment
And the imaginary becomes real

In you

Bind me to your bed,
Bind me in my mind
Blind me to your ways and
Show me what it is to be

Kind

Thrill me
As you do what you will with me,
Take me with only your voice
You give me no choice
As you slip inside

And wax

Rhapsodic
Your eyes glittering in the candlelight
As the flame trickles down my body
And leaves patterns on my flesh

That I will secret away for days

Your ways
Will never become routine
But for now
In this scene
Make me scream your Name