Tag: erotic poetry


Your white shirt billows like a cloud as I tear it from your taut shoulders– your body a map, black-grey lines coursing over its surface, script in foreign tongues, crashing waves on a restless sea, a traveler on a tiny vessel– and you, dark marauder, kohl-lined eyes flashing in the candlelight, searching for something lost– solitary scrivener, the chronicle of your passage stored in … Read More Marauder