I've heard it said that poetry is both form and formless.  That it is defined, and without definition.  For me, poetry is simply this; the art of expression.  No matter how you define poetry, you, yourself know it when you hear it.  You know it when it leaks from your pen, and you know it when you experience it.  

As a poet, I can be a bit critical of the poetry I like and what I will call 'good poetry' at least. That, however, will not stop me from having my boundaries pushed and my limits tested by experiencing new forms, or listening to new people!  The experience can sometimes be just as poetic!

Enjoy!

Chess With A Goddess.

I fucked him during a chess match of
dares...

I watched the whole thing unfold and
I

I orchestrated this climax of the
strangers dance

His eyes meeting mine,

show him every way

I want to be explored

and to explore

I

toss my away cares

played the scenario to perfection

and as I fantasize

I lick my lips

with anticipation

“hello”

he mutters with intentions of sin

“hello”

I say as I wonder how long to tease
before giving in

before

touching from his waiting lips

down his neck

until I reach his hips

I’ll show him everything

it is

that he has missed

he’s opened the door for me

showing me the way to his ecstasy
 

I say thank you as I stepped over the
threshold 

and I

I am Undressing him with my eyes, I
look to the place I will claim as my own.

as this chess match seduction
continues I place my hand gently on his side pulling his
body in to mine

I feel the heat as it exchanges

and

multiplies

I lightly graze my eager lips across the
skin

I want to dominate my form

and He

sighs

and as anticipation builds he
breathes a little faster with each flick of my tongue

meeting no opposition he dares my
body to leap 

dip into the pool and seduce a man
that

I

cannot ever keep

but I feel this reverberating heat as
it traces the curves and valleys of my waiting body

tracing warm trails to be undone my
eyes betray me,

they are the eyes of a woman in lust

let me show you all of those things
that will melt away every care

I don't know how else to be 

There is no where else I want to be

but here

experiencing this game of ecstasy

I’ve only begun to warm

as the idea of you and me continues
to progress

I’ll take the chance of showing you
the sway of my hips

forgetting there was ever a world
around me

and I  

I feel my pulse leap, and I imagine
this social structure confining me, break away like the steps you'll take to
explore me

I'll feel my shirt as it tears into
tatters on the floor by my feet and experience your hands as they take over
every inch of me 

I'll catch my breath in the shallow
part of my throat

and as the anxious tension swells I’ll
hold your gaze 

as you move your hands

you grasp the place I’ve been hiding
air,

and you

you release me 

dispelling my breath into space 

sinking to my knees I show him how it
is to be with a woman

a woman

who’s art it is to please

in your strong sure hands you've
taken over

and I

I cannot resist that which I crave,

that which I need to exist.

I'm In your hands

and you

your a natural,

like a seductive puppeteer

`` you've commanded my every move

and you,

you've molded me

molded

the heights

of my hips seeking yours

Checkmate is sweet tonight.

UKVos