I know I am surprising sometimes,

in my rawness,

in my nakedness,

in how I feel tonight,

soft skin smooth and moist

rubbing between my thighs,

no panties

beneath my skirt.

Tickled and tasted

by the air.


I am the bees in springtime,

gathering nectar,

making honey.


From the fertile center

of myself,

pleasure buds

like flowers do from bulbs,

sensual and fragrant,



I was named

for a pagan goddess,

a woman

who’s body’s ecstasy

was a special kind of worship.


Like Easter:

I come

in the springtime.

8 thoughts on “Springtime/Astarte

      1. You’re welcome. Very very sweet of you to say. That was a beautiful compliment πŸ™‚ Hope you’re having a good start to your evening.

      2. Thanks. I’m at the sushi counter and my order is on the way so it’s not that bad πŸ˜‰ But your abundant appreciation of my posts has only made it better πŸ™‚ hope you’re having a nice night too

      3. Well, those people should give you your order already. Nobody should leave a beautiful and talented poet waiting for too long.

        Thank you. Having a pretty good night. Was fun reading through you work. I’ll be looking forward to exploring it more, of course, in the future.

      4. Thanks, your such a sweet guy, you are inspiring me to get back to writing again. I have a lot in my heart to share but I haven’t posted in a while

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