The Bite, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

BiteThe Bite (Preliminary Study for The Kiss), Edvard Munch

The Bite

Bound in the whipping whirlwind of desire
Two lovers consumed by hot raw passion
Out of control in this demonic fire
Devouring them both in brazen fashion

What brings them to this height of sultry heat
Is there a struggle with disquietude
That impossible again that they meet
Fearing to life’s farewell they have been queued

Only in this flame can they be but one
It now as one they endear with no fear
Their sum energy is joined with the sun
Rising, rising until they disappear

Ashes, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

AshesAshes, Edvard Munch (1894)

Ashes

They are consumed by erotic passion
Tearing at the other like starved lions
Creating hotness greater than the sun
Becoming searing flames neither slackens

Like bellows desperately pumping air
Lungs enlarged to a point of explosion
Salty steam rising from the naked pair
Of their fleshy mass there is no fission

There’s no glow from their smoldering ashes
Not a single drop of desire remains
The needing feelings of love now ceases
Yet in the lovers’ hearts are darkened stains

Like others, they’re victims of nature’s game
Which does not provide for love eternal
Only a new generation to claim
Been true since Eve gave Adam the apple

Kiss Me So Slowly, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Kiss Me So Slowly

The Rose Garden – Figure Study, Dante Gabriel Rossetti (c. 1861)

Kiss Me So Slowly

So eager am I for your touch
Yet desire that you do not rush
Be as gentle as you can be

Kiss me so softly
Kiss me so sweetly
Kiss me tenderly

Most importantly
Kiss me so slowly

Kiss me so slowly
Making it reach my hungry heart
And deeper to a lower part

Let your lips linger upon mine
Let me taste all of their sweetness
Let us not feel a sense of time
Let me wallow in their wetness

Kiss me so softly
Kiss me so sweetly
Kiss me tenderly

Most importantly
Kiss me so slowly

“Annie” Richmond, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Edgar Allan PoeEdgar Allan Poe, Oscar Halling (c. 1860)

“Annie” Richmond

If were to die with unfulfilled passion
What would happen to my beleaguered soul
To wander a dark wasteland so barren
My hurting story will remain untold

Nay I say with yet unknown breaths to take
It is my love that you have forsaken
In my heart you have placed a piercing stake
But not a love which will soon come undone

You enter my dreams cruelly each night
To take you completely is your command
Beauty so tasteful within my sight
I reach but it is not you in my hand

A curse to this day is over my head
Saying I love you cannot be unsaid

 

The Lovers, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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The Lovers, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Selene glowing from her throne above
Helios’s chariot now past the gate
Venus has sent to us a turtle dove
Cupid with his arrow has sealed our fate

All our inhibitions do we dispose
Coming together with such tender touch
Like two feathers we glide into repose
Each other’s flesh do we lovingly clutch

Softness of thy goddess body I tour
Finding your wetness I look at your eyes
They tell me thou are desirous of more
To caress me between thy silken thighs

Our bodies now united as just one
To be enraptured until morning sun

 

The Last Kiss, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

z-Allason, Silvio-Kiss Through the Gate

Silvio Allason, Il Bacio (c. 1900)

 

The Last Kiss, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Without your tender touch I’m in prison.
Deafened not hearing your dulcet voice.
Absent your beauty I have no vision.
My life without you death would be the choice.

Rules are made to deter such love as ours.
Explaining why they can’t give good reason,
Excuses why numerous as the stars.
Our deep love is tantamount to treason.

Cannot be without you another day.
Bells striking eight I shall be at the gate.
To touch your loving lips to God I pray.
My torn heart shall falter if you be late.

Our last loving kiss will be my farewell,
In this world there is no desire to dwell.