Pearls

Mark Davis Author / Poet

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Softness of pearls
On her wrist
Moans
As she feels him twist
Tied
In his rope of pearls
Envied
By Masters other girls
Whispered words
Nipples pinch
Between her thighs
Strong fingers inch
Mercy
Breathlessly begs
Buried
Between her legs
Panting
His smile taunts
Memories she knows
Her night dream haunts

She cries out for him
Can’t last
Comes fast

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Bows and arrows

Beautiful poems.

NaughtyPoet

My words
Unworthy of your attention
Tarnished by deep cuts to my soul
Not letting go
Brought to sad places by mere mention
Pieces that soon will be art
Now that we are apart
Picked up and added to beautiful mortar
No more walls; no border
I need openness and trust
I cannot just eat upon the crust
You feed me so graciously
And fill me tenaciously
I need you more than you’ll know
I’m your arrow
And you’re my bow

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