Love Smiled at Me, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Love Smiled at Me

Love smiled at me as his deft arrow flew,
Toward the target that’s upon my heart.
Through the center, the pain was very smart.
Was paralyzed as I stood before you.
Struggling hard with every breath I drew,
Like antiquities was falling apart.
Unable this massive crumbing to thwart,
Feeling my final moments to be few.

But you gave the appropriate assist.
Leaning forward with your soft parted lips.
Sharing your honey sweet breath as we kissed.
Such a rush was able to come to grips.
This is a love that I have sorely missed.
Ready to take many more of these trips.

Beauty in Their Bareness, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Beauty in Their BarenessLa scapigliata, Leonardo Da Vinci (1509)

Beauty in Their Bareness

He stared at the sharp tan line on her breast
Without any effort his mind regressed
Thinking of a time not too long ago
When each other they truly got to know

His anxious breath labored he did confess
The first time he saw her slowly undress
Her breasts were tanned but most was milky white
He said that such a contrast did excite

Eagerly her body he soon caressed
With desire pressed her breasts against his chest
Overwhelmed was he by warmth and softness
And the two did revel in their bareness

On her flesh of milky white were his lips
While his quivering heart made countless flips
Resulting from his expanding desire
A feeling he hoped would never expire

Missing Her, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Missing Her

Missing Her

Has been a fortnight since last together.
The emptiness I feel inflicts such pain.
There is no purpose to life without her.
My jumbled thoughts creating mental strain.

Foolishly thought composing a letter,
To her telling of how much she is missed.
The words did not make me any better,
Crushed thinking my lips needed to be kissed.

There can be no replacement for her touch.
The excitement transmitted by her kiss,
Or the calmness sent by her tender clutch.
These are but two of the feelings I miss.

How I long for her to be by my side,
It is she who makes me complete inside.

The Tender Kiss, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The Tender KissImage manipulated by author

The Tender Kiss

She’s before me with impeccable smile
Her red lips softer than gossamer wings
Since touching their softness has been awhile
Just the sight of them pull at my heartstrings

With every inch moving closer to her
My heart pounds as if it’s a timpani
Each and every drop of blood starts to stir
Reaching intensity of a coulee

We are so close can feel the other’s heat
Our eyes now closing, creating darkness
Preparing for two pairs of lips to meet
An expression of love which is ceaseless

Weightlessness of touch our joined lips linger
We yield, I wish moment could be longer