A few poems.....thine self beeth many...
Eros
Dyonyces
Nectar of
The feminine soul
Flower
dripping pedals
itching tenderly
sending waves
to the center
trigger quake
the dream into
subconscious
Awakened
the moist flower
memory left
the reality wall
Leena
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Pending
Pulsing
Drums
Inside me
Winding
Grinding
Beat by beat
getting in touch
with
the rhythm
the self
masterbating
Leena (Milford)
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Enjoying
Tasting
Succumbing
a tease, a flirt
mantis preys on this.
Thriving
Suggesting
Tempting
so pwerful, so subtle
She takes it all.
Leena (Milford)
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Alone now
Oven now
when wanting to be
known
for what?
feeding the hungry hunger
of death within
No!
Creating such a masterpiece
of a story that is mine
all mine
redundant morbid ritual
that lying beneath
the cold wet sheets
heart pounding vigorously
nightmare flash
arms flaling, tossing turning
Feeling
more and more
Alone
Leena Milford
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Art waves
Travel
with light
Feel the abundance
of then flight
No regret
No remorse
guided on its
flamboyant coarse
Milford Leena
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