Tag Archives: Desire

Her

Her

Kinetic hazel eyes capture me with a stare
Reeling me
In and
Stealing my breath
Tantalizing my every thought
Even when I look away
Nothing erases her beauty from my mind

Maybe she knows her power
Inviting and intoxicating
Can she be real? or
Have I just stumbled upon Delilah
Everything a man
Longs for
Exists as a possibility now, because of her

Robert Lloyd
27 September 2017

023 – Elevator Eyes

She is like clockwork everyday
With those perfect baby blue elevator eyes
I guess that means
So am I

Her pencil skirts
Soft flowered perfume
And hello smiles
Are the only reason I even enjoy work

She exits on the sixth
Always staring back at me
I swear there is hunger behind that look

Then when the 7th dings me back to reality
I take the stairs back to where I belong

Four flights is not that bad of a downward climb
It’s good for my heart
And she is worth it

I don’t mind my guilty secret one bit
Until today
When I passed her in the stairwell
As she was walking up

Robert Lloyd
4 September 2017

018 – Up

Barefoot footsteps patter across the floor above me

I can smell her perfume in the air
Mixed with the candles she has lit
She has left a trail of cloth and taunt for me to follow
And I do so willingly

I have been here before
Climbing these stairs
Hungry for what comes next
I knew what lust would offer me
Yet my heart beat as if it were all undiscovered

I could hear her whispers
I want you
I could taste the sweat upon her nakedness
Salty and sweet upon my tongue

Her moans would echo across the room
Once more
As I press myself against her velvet touch

When she bites me
Giving in to her beast
I will smile
Trying not falter too soon
Allowing her to claim what she so badly wants

And finally, when I do stumble back down these steps
I will have her love letters
Written on my skin
In the form of bite marks
And lengthy scratches across my aching flesh

Robert Lloyd
30 August 2017

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015 – Pluck

I feel my lips pressed
Against the pink
And I smile

Soft and silk
With no words spoken
I was begged to touch
To inhale deeply
Such a sweet and taunting aroma
How could one resist

I have waited for this day
On constant watch for my moment
My words were just a part of the plan
I had already seen my fingers trailing a feathery touch
I had already heard the mutters of jealousy
And the coos of delight

This beauty was mine
I would take her when the time was ready
Patience has brought me to this moment
And now I dare

Robert Rivera
27 August 2017

007 – Burlesque

Sweet Lilac perfume peppered the air
And the smoke parted
Like a soft billowed curtain
As she swayed back and forth
Taunting our eyes

She bit her lip and laughed
Knowing she was seductive
Knowing we emptied our pockets
Just to see her in her barley there threads

She was a 1920’s mimic of flapper fantasies
With loose ideals
And unlike the ones who took it all off
Her desires were founded in class and art
Not the I need the money
To go to college sob stories

She loved what she did
And so did we
The whispers made her smile
The dark hungry I want you stares
Made her heart race
She was at her best
When she knew we all wanted her

Man or woman
She owned us all
Between sips of Malbec
Or more sugar than rye cocktails
It was her we came for
And it was her we would all dream about
Once the light dimmed and she was no longer there

Robert Lloyd
19 August 2017