Your hunger for medevours my resistanceI find myselfletting gowillingly grantingmy body to you feed your needswith the ambrosiaof my kissfeast upon my fleshuntil fully satedsavor every delicate dropof meoffered to quench your craving * ©️MidwestFantasy Feb 2020 Ph- Flickr
By Charles Robert Lindholm POETRY = Naughty Words In Plainview Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm - All Rights Reserved
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By Charles Robert Lindholm she looks back on her life and the lovers that she’s known no one ever lasted long and now she is alone she never put her roots down deep she loved a world of thrills afraid to lose the romance she believed commitment kills and it hurts her to remember … Continue reading SHE REMEMBERS
By Charles Robert Lindholm Poetry = Seductive Words Tempting Me Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm - The Reluctant Poet All Rights Reserved - Please Come View My Archives!!
By Charles Robert Lindholm Trace me with your fingers From my head down to my toes From the mountains to the valley Let your fingertips disclose My limbs and all my branches And the curving of my nose Let me feel your gentle strokes Marking out my pose Trace me with your fingers On my … Continue reading TRACE ME, PAINT ME
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By Charles Robert Lindholm When writing haiku watch out for the syllables they are addictive Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm - All Rights Reserved
By Charles Robert Lindholm 2-24-2017 4:50 a.m. I wait for her each morning in the backside of the night in the final hours of darkness just before, the dawn's first light I long for her arrival so in darkness I can see and I listen like a lover to her whispered words for me she … Continue reading IN LOVE WITH A MUSE
Fuel my fire he did erotic words closely whispered licking flames needing to burn famished hands kindling aches needing to roar grabbing hips forcing tight with his ardent cadence of carnal pulse pushing slow with tease deeper and deeper my embers billowed his body aware quickened rhythm taking hold scorching nakedness out of control heated … Continue reading Carnal Fuel