Vengeance Is Mine - A Pantoum

Vengeance Is Mine
(Romans 1:18-32)

You will answer to God for this…
For all the pain and destruction you inflict
For you know better than what you do
Believe that Pride comes before the fall is true

For all the pain and destruction you inflict
For all the tears shed, all the blood, all the evil intent
Believe that Pride comes before the fall is true
You’ll get what you deserve yet I’ll be praying for you

For all the tears shed, all the blood, all the evil intent
God sees and judges all so the wrath of God you’ll get
You’ll get what you deserve yet I’ll be praying for you
Fallen child of God with a spirit of “nothing to lose”

God sees and judges all so the wrath of God you’ll get
You’ve gone too far, caused too much harm, and still refuse to repent
Fallen child of God with a spirit of "nothing to lose"
On your day of judgment God will surely deal vengefully with you

You’ve gone too far, caused too much harm, and still refuse to repent
For you know better than what you do
On your day of judgment God will surely deal vengefully with you

You will answer to God for this…

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa

© 2008. All Rights Reserved.

Groin Kiss

Warning:
This poem is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18.

Groin Kiss

As he’s laying there warm and wet

from the Jacuzzi jets

My mouth cravingly wets

as my pussy quivers and quakes

I hunger for his taste…

I need a place to bury my face

So before he escapes his fortunate fate

I move in for the kill

With a tongue flicker that’s ill

And a stroke that provokes

him to give God the praise

for how surreal it feels

Wet and wild,

I spin on his head

Break-dancer style

Then swallow him whole

and kiss his groin and steal his soul

As I rise,

I see it in his eyes gaze

He’s sexually amazed

Captured - My love slave

As he moans, I switch gears

and increase the pitch in his tone

Upon his love sack my tongue dances to

the rhythm of his harmonious moans

I hand-stroke his girth as my pussy grows hotter

While my slippery tongue plays tricks on his balls

like Globetrotters

The smacking of my lips

excites his dick

As I suck fuck him

with precision into oblivion

He closes his eyes clinches his thighs

then explodes uncontrolled

all over my mouth, chin and nose

Ignited by his passionate release

my arousal is increased

by gyrating fingertips provoking my clit's freak

inciting my orgasmic dams release

As the flow gates retreat

I levitate and drift

satiated

into paroxysmal bliss

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2008. All Rights Reserved.

Emotional Beast of Burden

Emotional Beast of Burden

Emotional pain is enduring…
It is the seed of depression
It is the root of unhappiness
It is the darkness that smothers the light
It is the hand that grips the throat where the song wants to sing
It is here in the midst of my heart
Cold and heavy metastasizing into my soul
It is here slowing my heart’s rhythm and fading my pulse
It is here for my life blood
Thirsty and unyielding…
It demands a liquid sacrifice before it returns to its slumber
But all I have to serve is a goblet full of fermented tears
Aged and robust with feelings of
regret, fear, defeat and despair
It drinks its fill and shrieks “not enough!”
It will not die until it feeds upon my eternal joy and gladness
And extinguishes the faith-fueled fire of my smile

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa

© 2008. All Rights Reserved.

The Glass Ceiling

The Glass Ceiling

Around the 11th hour of a starry bright night in November
I heard the most stirring sound that I will forever remember
This sound was profound as I heard it resound from the sky

to the ground
An epic sound
A mixture of a NASA shuttle launching and of cracking glass
Startled with intrigue, I gasped
Then arose from my couch and ran to peer outside via my den’s windowpane
And witnessed fragments of the infamous glass ceiling falling to its defeated shame
While breaking news ran across the TV confirming Barack Obama’s historical change

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa

© 2008. All Rights Reserved.

Soul Thief

Soul Thief

The moment has arrived
I know this for the pulse between my thighs rings as if an alarm
I am ablaze within
His touch coupled with his dancing tongue is a lust accelerant
His finger tips are guided heat-seeking missiles setting off landmines of bliss on spots where he alone is commander in chief
His scent is an intoxicating breeze emitted from Heaven’s

ebony male honeysuckle tree
He utters my name in a surround sound reverberating whisper invoking ecstasy

I am now in water
Can I survive or will I drown?
I am shackled within his passion and he has swallowed the key
Freedom has deserted me and left me stranded on the

isle of his bed
I refuse to S.O.S.
Mine eyes are a window to my yearning soul and I have no curtains to shield out the piercing sunshine of his gaze
For his gaze is a soul thief
I am beautifully violated by the mixture of our steaming sweat
His hard within my soft
His rough against my smooth
My yin intertwined in his yang
Our fusion is eternal
Immortal love is welcomed in by our duet of moans
Shall we sing forever, my love?

The audience within my body screams loudly, Encore, Encore!

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2007. All Rights Reserved.

What is Poetry?

What is Poetry?

Poetry is life
with its
love and its strife
Its truth and its lies
Its guilt and its pride
It’s an emotional ride
It is courage
It is fear
It’s dusk and dawn
It’s the rook against the pawn
The smiles and the tears
The current event,
and the retrospectful years
- It is sovereign -
A lyrical ebb and flow
for the shallow waters of carnal flesh
and the deep blue seas of the soul
It is my history
that I am a survivor
Poetry is freedom-driven
and I’m a front seat rider
Poetry is my mirror reflection
for all the world to see
Poetry is my soul’s rendering of
what you can and cannot see

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2008. All Rights Reserved.