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Poetry Short Stories The Birth of -Gatlin

Seeing You

What are you doing now?
I can see, I can see you
There,
through the screen.  
   You are looking back at me.

Your eyes, stars, shining 
I look outside to see them,
But clouds block me.

Your lips, a fire of passion
and red as an apple.
I go to the grocery store
To taste an apple and relish it.
But they are all sold out.

Your smell, your aroma, fragances,
that purifies the air with you essence.
I go to a body works to smell you
To have that tingle of knowing it is you
The recognition...
But the body works is closed.

I guess I won't see you today



The Bitter Romantic

The Bitter Romantic
 enters the room
The crowd beckons
 but turns away
A romantic, bitter
Can't share the romance
 in his heart

He takes center stage
and speaks
out loud, no one hears his
words he speaks
The Bitter Romantic closes
his eyes and walks his 
way through the crowd;

He about exits
Through the entrance
But turns around and
speaks to them one
last time

"I am a Bitter Romantic
Because I love you all
And can give love so great
Like NO other
And you turn your back
Turn your back on me!
The Bitter Romantic."

He leaves through the
door leading in...



The Raven

Raven flying on wings of gold
A beauty...wonder of the sky
Flys...and soars through my chest...
The wonder of her luster
Can I, the beast ever have
That Raven beauty care for me

She prches on a limb...
A tree in a vast forest
So many trees surrounding
but her beauty places the tree
In the clouds of Heaven...

I stand on the ground looking up
I watch her from a distance
The breath caugh
I cannot speak

Then my Raven
She flys away
I mourn her
Wishing again to see her
Delighted when I hear her far away cry
For now I sit alone
In impotent exile
In my long night away from the Raven



I Wish To Say

You, you are the beauty
The word, the meaning
And oh, how I wish
I could say it out loud to you
Instead of keeping it 
 locked inside of my thoughts

Your lips I wish to kiss
Drinking the wine of life
Let the brandy pour
Let my kiss reach yours

Oh my dream
Letting my hands run wild...
 through your hair
And let me look in your eyes
The stars I see
And let me move closer...
      and feel your lips

I wish...
I wish I could say my thoughts to you
And speak of the beauty I see
But I'm a shy idiot
Hey...That's ME!



Dreaming of you as you walk by on the Street

I see you walking
Down the street
You get me
  breathing hard
  my face red
  sweat boils
  i don't know
  but i'm hot

burning for you

I want to get you
Into my bed
I dream of your mouth
   the desire...
     my mouth agains yours
     a jackhammer
      you feel faint
     fall back against your bed

the magic hands roam

I want you
Pressed against me
The hot flesh
Burning selves
   your breathing
   your breath so hard
   your fingers in my back
   my mouth in yours
   as I am yours

intense in intensity passion...



Inticing
A gentle hand wandering
  through flowing hair
As my eyes reach into yours
  gaving at heavenly stars
And our lips, oh so, touch
  locking into each other
With your body, your chest
  heaving heavy against mine
I feel your thighs
  filled with heat divine

Your heat, so hot, heats the earth
      my earth
You are my sun
  the fire of my desire
Passioned
Inticing...

  Taylor Scavio's Poems