Your Taste

I want to taste know your flavor

Crave your skin in my mouth

My tongue licking just there

The soft skin as my lips slide over

Lick under sip the salty nectar

Chest heaving moaning

I need more of you

Clasping you tightly

The smell of your need

The hot explosion to cum

Your hands across my skin

Sliding parting caressing

Your breath across a tender spot

Parting fingers sliding

Moaning for more don’t stop

The coming dawn, emptiness

Knowing you are but dream

Nothing real to hold, unbearable

Drawing into myself holding tight

 Tears of sadness upon my face

Where are you?

Can you hear?

Come to me

Soon

©Saroya Poirier       August 30, 2012

The End ?

The soul is shriveled, the body weak

Skin is withered, Time to seek

Has it come? Time to go

A new beginning or an end

Is there worry, Acceptance Then?

Thought provoking, Mind in chaos

Jumbled thoughts, Fear of what

Have you wondered? Or have you not?

Do you care?  Have you prepared?

Don’t give a shit Just don’t care!

How it works it matters not

It will be whether you like it or not

The time is near the time will come

Near or far down or up

We all end up in that place

No matter whom you worship or where at

Yell or scream you are right

They who are different must be wrong

One or many stay or go

In the end, you are just as dead

©Saroya Poirier    August 28, 2012

Thoughts

Want It

Get it out

Get it up

Put it in

Pull it out

Repeat repeat

Gone soft

Be firm

Need help

Here’s a hand

Need a kiss

Ready?

Set

Go

I’m ready

I’m wet

Put it in

Pull it out

Again again!

Smiling

Done good

Satisfied

Short nap

Ready?

Get it out

Get it up

Put it in

Pull it out

Repeat often

©Saroya Poirier July 8, 2012

Do people like you?

Are you loved?

Have you ever been adored?

Tell me tell true

Don’t lie, don’t be shy,

Be honest, just true to you,

Be faithful to the person inside,

Let your ego, step aside,

Open that door to life,

Let it out, be proud, be you,

Now tell me the answer,

I will answer too.

                                                                                               

Liked, yes

Loved, yes

Adored, sigh, no not ever.

©Saroya Poirier    July 1, 2012

The Old Cedar Tree

It is cool and dark down here

Snuggled tightly deep underground

Wound around the roots of an old cedar tree

I would dig myself out for all to see

There would be no solitude quiet or safety

So here I stay secure in the grasp of this old tree

No one here to haunt me no one here to taunt me

The years roll by here I lie rotting away day by day

As the tree grows taller the less there is of me

All you’ll find should search for me, is bones

There may still be worms lovingly eating me

But that is the way it is supposed to be

If you want the cool and dark

I invite you down underground

I will wait to help you see

It’s not so bad being part of the tree

So come along with the worms and me

©Saroya Poirier   June 17, 2012

The Need

There is a definite need between my knees

A low down softness up lifting to please

A gentle touch of rough hands for me

A sigh heard encouraging urging

Demanding exacting forceful plunge

Opening Venus to trap the phallus

Friction subsiding a wave arising

Gentle swells awash with cool breeze

A limp extraction for pleasing thee

©Saroya Poirier May 28 2012