Poetry - expression from the heart. Although many are LGBT themed, the poetry and musings found here are not contained to any one lifestyle, as feelings have no prejudice. As long as you have an open mind and a willing heart you certainly do belong.
Life Is...
Life is but a game,
It's not an alien game, but
It's not an earthling game.
It's not a game of love and
It's not a game of hate.
Life is not a game of good
Nor is it one of evil.
It is a game that show us that
We are all equal,
That we are human,
That we can all live and...
That we can all die.
Copyright © 1991 - Heather Cacciatori
Kisses
Breath is short...I have none to spare
as her warm, wet lips kiss me there.
She visits the temple of my desire.
I drink her kisses of lust and fire.
I am wild, so beyond caring,
There is nothing greater then what we're sharing,
Hot-fired rockets shake my being
and there are stars behind my seeing.
Exquisite torment of touch and emotion,
her kiss a prelude to sweet devotion.
She kisses me wildly, painfully so.
I hold her tightly and won't let go.
Earth-stopping kisses, I am lost.
Upon waves of desire, hotly tossed.
She enters my soul with her tongue
and we are joined, ripe and young.
O! My lover has kisses to tease,
those that beg and those to please,
kisses of honey and kisses of wine,
kisses of hers and kisses of mine.
O! My lover has kisses of dreams,
those of deserts and those of streams,
kisses of fever and kisses of ice,
kisses of pleasure and kisses of device.
My lover has kisses of a changeful tide-
ones that got forth without a guide.
A jewel of kisses around my hips,
a wave of kisses to wash my lips.
My lover has kisses deep and true,
kisses of adoration and sweet ones, too.
What more can I tell you, other than this?
My lover is glor-i-ous and so is her kiss.
Copyright © 1997 - Heather Cacciatori
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