Apart

Apart

It is a sad day
When the death knell tolls
When two hearts must part
Ripped out of alabaster ribs
With a gut wrench fist
For the sake of muffled lips
And clackety tongued convention

It is a sad day
When I say goodbye
to a love who never was in bloom
I never picked your rose
Just gazed upon a fearful bud
whose petals curled and sighed
in fearful rumination

It is a sad day
When voices fail to
sing our songs of truth
Chrysalis consumes the butterfly
Wings of trepidation
soaring in a universe of
haves and have nots

We have not

©2020 Sarah Drury

Kindergarden Jesus

WARNING: EXPLICIT LANGUAGE

Based on the truth

Kindergarden Jesus

You stand there
Surrounded by littl’uns
Like some kind of
Kindergarden Jesus
You wear graciousness divinely
Like a designer label
Without the ostentation

‘Sarah’ you exclaim
And I want to lay you down
When I hear my name
Spoken like a Psalm
From your deity of a tongue
Two can play this
‘I’m innocent’ charade
Eyes that speak
In shrouded
Synonyms
Eyes that deny
expression

Lips linger
Languishing in laments
Of fuck me now
And we lie side by side
In our kingsize bed
And seductive sonnets
resound
At the perfection of
Your sublime form
And the artistic curve
Of your nubile breast
And whole arias
Are played on the flesh
Of your orchestra bones
I feel like a have a
Back stage pass
To God’s Creation

‘Don’t be a stranger’
Kindergarden Jesus says
Picks a child’s coat up
From off the
Classroom floor
And I see my life
Trodden beneath your
‘can’t fuck you’ feet
And you hold out
your arms as if to meet
Me at the other side
Of the rainbow
But I am not fucking
Dorothy
And we are not in
Fucking Kansas
anymore

Your warm embrace
Is a Judas’ kiss
And I do not confess
Where I am not
The only one
to have sinned

I toss
My counterfeit coins
And wait for the taste
Of my bitter
Betrayal.

©2020 Sarah Drury

Pistachio

WARNING: EXPLICIT

And the pistachio
Ice cream
Suits your
Raspberry sorbet
Lips
Frosted
Tongues dipped in
Winter
Kisses
Souls dipped in
Summer
Fucks

And it
Suits your
Watermelon
Wet dream
Breasts
Succulent
Rosebud nipples
Cascading aqua vitae
On the plateaus
Of my
Predator tongue
As I languish
In a hazy daze
Of fuck me
Probability

And as I lustfully
Lap up the
Errant dairy
From your chest
Like a hungry babe
Fed at the breast
My fingers
Wander to your
Pistachio lips
And as you
Lick the last
Remnants
Of our erotic
Musings
I thank
God
For Italy

©2020 Sarah Drury

Let me Fuck You Like I Do in My Dreams

WARNING!!! EXPLICIT CONTENT!!!

I wrote this about a woman i fell in love with two years ago yet it wasn’t meant to be and we never even got to have a relationship, let alone make love.

One day honey
One day
When the world is ours
And time is ours
And none of this fucked up shit is ours
Let me fuck you
Slowly
With tenderness
Let your alabaster flesh
Play a mirage
Upon my besotted eyes
And your hush-hush longing
Beckons me inwards
A promise just for us

You, a goddess
On the brink of sensory annihilation
Me
A devotee
A wilful servant of your sensory
Purity
And my hands
Trembling like tender leaves
In a breath-like summer’s breeze
Brush your perfect skin
Baby-tender newness
With the guilt of nothing
But with the will of a hooker
Who wants to feel the win
Who wants the taste of sin
Who needs to feel her soul

Inside your mind
I find
Myself
Perfectly aligned
We slip into secrets
Skimming over whispers
Your face like a promise
With your bee-sting lips
Your breasts are so perfect
I say a prayer to taste them
To embrace them
I feel like I’m fucking an angel with wings
And fuck feels like the wrong word
For the purity of the goodness
I worship before me
Your aura so dazzling I cannot see
Heavenly
Iniquity free

Yet I’m yearning for a taste of jubilation
When you cum
Fingers slipping
Cries of lust
Love-bedecked caverns
Juices flow
Pleasure below
Honey
With a shudder
Of sunshine
Biting into flesh like a sweet nectarine
Exploring places unseen
Trying so hard
But can’t keep the mood clean

And the universe aligns
And we lose sense of time
And I feel you’re all mine
Your sweet lips part
To utter thanks
I place mine over
Then touch my lips to yours
So you can taste your sweetness
As we stay entwined
In each other’s
Souls
Two halves made whole.

© 2020 Sarah Drury