August MacGregor

Celebrating Sensuality. Intended for mature audiences, 18 and over


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Prompt Poems: Silver Mask and Didn’t Expect This

This
silver mask
she wears
to make it
seem
as if everything
is okay
feels
heavier
with
each day.

*****

She didn’t
expect this

Meeting him
at a
book reading

Sudden
arousal &
curiosity to
arrive
when she
wasn’t looking
for them.

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Prompt Poems: Farewell, Feed My Desire, End

One last post for 2014. I hope you have a fun and very safe New Year’s Eve! A few more prompt poems for you…

The door closed
behind him
echoing
his word
farewell.”

Staring at
the door,
she knew
her heart
had also
closed.

*****

When I
need to feed
my desire
,
it won’t be
all roses
and
candlelit
dinners,
but
much more
savage.

*****

Again
again
we’ve come to
the end
but
it’s also
the beginning
for something
else.


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Prompt Poems: Messenger, Sunrise, You, Illusion

She plops
her messenger bag
on the
coffee shop’s table,
and she’ll
never know
how much
I enjoy her
tattooed beauty.

*****

He’s not sure
if she’s more
beautiful
in the glow
of the sunset
or the
sunrise,
but decides
it doesn’t
really matter.

*****

Upon the
sunrise,
she is
grateful
that he is
still
in her bed
and not
rushing off
to check the
green of another
field.

*****

It was you
always you
and
it took me
years
of fumbling
stumbling
dumbling
to finally
see it.

*****

Trick of the light,
a desperate mirage,
fool’s gold glitter,
your eyes
that night
were
looks of illusion
as you made
empty promises.


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Prompt Poems: Unraveled, Naughty, Shimmering, Grasp

Thread spool
unraveled
across the floor
catlike
she followed it
to find
her present
in a little box,
and it
took her breath
away.

*****

It is
not,
he said
to her,
a choice
between
naughty or nice
but
between
does it feel good
or
not.

*****

Nutcracker’s
waltzing party,
shimmering
dresses,
shimmering
tree lights,
shimmering
eyes with delight
and fantasies
the night will bring.

*****

When he
followed up
on his promise
of being there
when she
needed him,
she had a
grasp of
always
.


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4 #fieryverse Poems

Four more poems stemming from #fieryverse prompts in the past several days… trying out different scenarios and describing them in an efficient, Twitter-word-count limited way. I’ve found that these prompts are a good stretching of creativity. The prompt is in bold within each poem…

Gathering together
our strength
abounds.
Contentious
sometimes,
but upon parting
until
next time,
we are still
grateful.

*****

Dressed or
in various
stages of
undress,
I believe
she can
see right into
the depths
of me.

*****

There is no
question
of with
or without
,
for
I am simply
better
with her.

*****

Maybe
tomorrow

she will leave,
for the
walls reverberate
with his shouts
of abuse
and belittling.


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Silver-White Winter

Another #fieryverse prompt from Twitter this morning, and here are my two shots at short poetry for “silver-white winter”…

Other women
wore black
to the ball,
but encased in
silver-white winter,
she was stunning.

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Her hair
flowed like
silver-white winter
the warmth
he felt,
of love
built with
every year
of their forty-nine
together.