Not sure where this one goes so here it is

[Master Scribe]

I also write poetry as well as erotica, however the poetry is not erotic and since I did not see a place for it I hope no one minds my posting it here...
This is a poem I wrote for redheads..I hope you like...
It is titled...

A Red Headed Woman

I looked out upon the heather
Across the glen
I narrowed my eyes
Against the crisp blue sky

There in the distance I can see
A mop of red moving closer to me
A fiery temper full of grace
A passion exhibited without disgrace
A woman built for a man to love
Sent to me from the heavens above

The scent of her skin fills my nostrils at night
Her touch insistent but light
Her cries of passion fill the air
As she tosses back and forth her soft red hair

She demands the best that I have to bestow
Holding me close as I slide down below
Pleading for release from her passions intense
I push her over the edge, holding her until she is spent

Over and over I see her in the moonlight
Over and over I dream of her at night
A woman with skin pure and white
With blue eyes soft and light
I dream that I see spread across my bed
Her hair a flowing red

Though she belongs to another and my dream shall never be
I shall go to my grave suffering in piety
Having never know the touch or taste
Of the red headed woman with an angels face


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[Master Scribe]

This is titled...

Cannot Get Her Out of My Mind

After all these years she is still hard to forget.
Late at night before I fall asleep I close my eyes and I see her
standing there in her white cotton gown, her hair, brushed out and long,
a smile on her lips. I cannot get her out of my mind.

I remember our last hours together, holding her in my arms.
Wrapping her up, close to me.
Not wanting to let her go, even though I knew I had to.
“There must be a plan to all of this” I spoke aloud
not caring if I was heard or not. “No one as good as her is taken without a plan.”

I held her as she closed her eyes for the last time,
entering a long perfect slumber.
I cried for her that night, and all the next day.
Feeling empty inside I wandered about the house,
looking at the things that were hers.
I cannot get her out of my mind.

The seconds, minutes, and hours move slowly.
I cannot get her out of my mind.
I thought of her from waking to sleep and dreamed of her then.
I cannot get her out of my mind.
Slowly the days started to pass.
The anger and pain started to dull, never really leaving,
just becoming a quiet numbness inside.
I cannot get her out of my mind.
The days turn to weeks and months.
I work and go home, my love still in my thoughts, I still see her.
I cannot get her out of my mind.

Late one night as I lay awake,
remembering the times we use to have,
she came to me, skin so soft and white, unblemished.
Her smile strong and bright, creating a glow around her face.
She came to me. I looked at her, seeing her face, her smile and I cried.
Wrapping her arms around me she whispered…
“I cannot get you out of my mind.”