Hornet Love Poetry...
It is not during your battle or triumph that I most crave
Your warrior's skin –
Your fierce eyes –
Your dangerous lips –
But after... When I am the battle to be won.
The Magenta Hornet - February, 2011
Come, put your warm breath on my sweet buds,
Come taste my sweet nectar,
Come caress my soft petals as they call out to you with arms outstretched.
Let us mingle together in the Northern Wind and cry out with desire –
As we wait in the shadows of the night,
Dreaming of how we will frolic each morning
When your eyes open and look upon me.
The Magenta Hornet - January, 2011
I didn't dream of you last night.
I didn't wake up looking into your eyes.
Were you ever here?
The Magenta Hornet - April, 2014
I didn't wake up looking into your eyes.
Were you ever here?
The Magenta Hornet - April, 2014
The first time your eyes met mine,
it was if you plunged your sword deep into my core.
The sword remains.
It is neither bent or broken.
Will you ever come to claim what is yours?
The Magenta Hornet - Summer, 2014
it was if you plunged your sword deep into my core.
The sword remains.
It is neither bent or broken.
Will you ever come to claim what is yours?
The Magenta Hornet - Summer, 2014
