The voice returns

With warmth that burns

The flesh from bone.

My love, my own.

Sweet refuge, light

Eternal night

Of passion making

Heart breaking

Beautiful precious

Love.

The power of One

Undoes undone

Unspoken vow

You have me now

And I implore

Forevermore.

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Rest o low

Unquiet mind

In time I find

His words are truth

I’ve spent a youth

In search of what

I never knew

I could possess

A love like this

Cannot be so

Yet I have grown

And caution thrown

Against the ever

Eastward gale

I close my eyes

And then I rise

To hope in spite

Of darkest night

And the arms of

Faith once more.

This poem was written for a beloved in Manchester England who taught me that sometimes, even when things appear to be at their darkest, it is in those moments that you learn most about yourself, your own strengths and weaknesses, and particularly you learn what you value most.  Every person I love or have loved in my life is a gift.  This man has been a life changing love for me.  I finally have proof that soul mates exist.

Romantic Poetry Original Poetry by Toronto Poet The Guerilla Poetess Skylar Smythe

Inside out was written in 2009 and is another from my collection of Erotic writing.   The inspiration for my erotic writing comes from the fantasies and desires which now emerge post-divorce and from the mind of this 36 year old writer, arguably in the midst of her own sexual revolution.    Although many men I have dated will read the poety and speculate if I am reflecting back on a sexual experience I had with them (ever the ego feeder), the reality is that my best erotica comes from reflecting on my own sexual recovery, and a growing list of naughty things that I really want to do.    Sorry boys.  I write from fantasy for the most part, despite being kissed well a few times.

There is a hint of BDSM in this poem and that is not unintentional.  Dominance and submission play a huge role in gender identity (I can hear the feminists cringe) and in the sexual politics of all relationships.  I for one, state a preference for a man who can dominate me, and being the stubborn sort of girl that I am, I think any fellow who manages that should be given a medal of honor for the feat.  Perhaps that is why it is so delicious to me.  I rarely meet a man who is capable of it… but some are naturals.  I hope you enjoy this erotic poem and machinima, recorded in Second Life™.

Si usted decide mañana
Que yo no soy valor la espera
Que los labios no son tan dulces
Para para mantenerle mina.

Entonces yo le mendigo termina mi vida
Para su pérdida sería mi deshaciendo
Habiendo esperado mil vidas
Para estar con usted, mi amor

Y permitió que el corte sea rápido
Para volver mi alma a la oscuridad
Al frío y el lugar solitario
Eso fue mi vida antes.

Pero hoy, usted me desea todavía
Y usted posee cada parte de mí
Yo le negaré nada
Si usted me mantiene para un tiempo.

~

If you decide tomorrow
That I am not worth the wait
That my lips are not so sweet
So as to keep you mine

And if you decide to leave me
Wandering the desert night
Searching for the pieces
Of the dream that was your love.

Then I beg you end my life
For your loss would be my undoing
Having waited one thousand lives
To be with you my love.

And let the cut be swift
To return my soul to the darkness
To the cold and lonely place
That was my life before.

But today, you desire me still
And you own each part of me.
I will deny you nothing
If you keep me for a time.

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Romantic poem, love poem, love poetry, by Skylar Smythe.