Passion Insight

To attract your attention
My most ardent intention
Either you do it
Or I will
Excuse my tenacity
Make love to me

My spoilt passion
Here it comes
Ceremonial lust
Like a ripe fruit
It bursts

My gesture, my motto
My smile, my winking
Before your appetite
Gleams freely
And gingerly disposed
Making sure that is
Just for me

Do not dare decline
My assertion I’ll beautify
No more pretence
It’s the resolution
Of my sense
The power of my respect
Our sex’s my quest.
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© Dulce

Piano Pianissimo

Calendar of days untold
Unaffected , unknown

Books on a desk unread
Unfolded, untouched

Trees full of birds that chirp
Unheard, unconsciously unloved

See a floor full of toys
Untidy, unseen, unplayed

Framed pics of people
I’ve never met
Haven’t yet observed

Dreams whose meanings
Remain in misfortune
Misunderstood, unforgotten

Sunrays which escaped me
Warmed me, warned me
And behind left me

Directions to three ways
Unachieved, unlived, unborn.

Fish swimming in low tides.

© Dulce..................................................................................................................................Deviantart Image

That 1 Door...

I want to dedicate this to you, my dear Shadow.
Because you became one of my very first followers, and have always been there.
Because you have opened me so many doors ever since I got here in so many ways…
Because you are special, unique, best poetess.
This tribute is my way both to tell you THANK YOU for everything… and to wish you a very HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

© Dulce

...........................................................................................Image > ‘Hear My Whisper In The Wind’ by Acangelic (Deviantart).

OFF

Need to challenge myself
And for a couple of days
cut off …

Need to enjoy my child
Sleep a long while
Disconnect from this screen
Live with lazy peace

Need a rest from
Words and thoughts

So this weekend
I am off.

Dulce

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Fifth Floor (55)

The boy selling

Out loud in the streets

‘I sell blankets and shits,

I sell blankets and shits!’

An aged woman

At the window

On the fifth floor

Of a building

Without lift

Tells him to come up…

‘Boy it’s not shits

but sheets.’

‘And you’ve called me up

Just for this,

Silly

Shit-ty

Miss?’

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Dulce

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When She (and V)

When She Makes Love

As most women

She has great issues

About love making

She treasures it so

That only to a very

Beloved one she…

When the time is right

The light unimportant

The smell, that caress

The kissing- so vital

When she makes love

She sucks the one

All over his shape

All he needs to do… care

She needs uncontrolled

Passion

A strong oxitocin bond

And the rest is guaranteed

She needs to be praised

For she is the only goddess

He needs to whisper

How much he adores

The fact that

She’s his diva

Lust is imperative

Sex essential

Yet, secondary

For this cannot be sensed

Just for the sake of it...

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© Dulce

IF I, WILL YOU?

If the lion comes

In chase of me again

Will you defend me

From his fierce

Claws and teeth?

If I get lost in the middle

Of the huge forest trees

Will you come

and rescue me

From those giant

Open mouth beasts?

If I find myself running

Again along the foggy

Never ending street

Will you come and take

Hold of me?

If I wake up

From this bad dream

Will you be sleeping

Next to me?

Or will it be only

The two beautifully

Framed photos

On my bedside table

All I’ll get to see?

© Dulce____________________________________________________________Deviantart Image

When She (IV)

When She Laughs

The worse the joke, the better

There is no limit or excuses

No giggling, no chuckling

When she laughs she convulses

Such is her way

Tears come to her eyes

As many as when she cries

And cannot stop putting them away

To keep up splitting her sides

It’s her number one friend

Who creases her up best

When they get together

For serious issues they’ve met

But if one of them makes a gaffe

Or something like that

Then the guffaw starts

And nothing,

Nobody them can part

Need a toilet nearby

Because they are so much at risk

Of literally

Wetting themselves laughing!

And that’s not due to their age

I must add and state

The more absurd, the funnier

The sillier the reason or fact

The easier the laughter acts

Her favourite and healthier habit

She comes back to life anew

After a good friendly laugh abuse.

[To my best friend, Begoña]

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© Dulce…………................................................................................. Image> ‘By the rose bush’ by Deviantart

When She (III)

When She kisses

Kissing is her greatest
Passion
When she kisses
She kisses all over
And feels every
Thousand of a second of
Every part that she kisses
They can be French
To a no limit extent
They can be noisy
And playful
So meaningful
She loves kissing
In such a way
That when nobody is
Nearby to be kissed
She kisses herself....
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© Dulce

When She (II)

When She Cries------------------------------------------------------------

Certain pieces of music
Always bring tears to her eyes
Even if joyfulness
Is all around...
Not because
The reminder is anyone
Or anything in particular
In fact, apparently
No reminder at all
That would come later on
It’s because that music
Literally
Moves her soul
And when that happens
She cannot help it
But cry
A huge world
Of inner agitation
Arises, and as she cries
She cries on...
And thoughts about
All the reasons
Why she’s cried
In all her life so long
Begin to burst out.
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Dulce