Woman

Woman

What f****** fruit?
Over my dead body
My husband will know
Adam will be very upset
Need shoes not an apple!

-- Louis Mercier

In The Heat Of The Night

Dedicated to anyone who held emptiness
While nursing a broken heart on Valentine's Day

In The Heat Of The Night

In the heat of the night
Wishing these hands were yours
For my body to take flight
In the fever pitch of the night
Sweat on our face to loose sight
Caressing lust in a dim red light
Bite my nipple, the left or the right
Undress the foreskin with saliva
And I promise to not put up a fight
Music plays underneath the cover
Moaning pleasures reserved for lovers
In the sweltering heat of the night

-- Louis Mercier 

Soft Lips

Soft Lips

All I ever wanted
For a white joyful Christmas
Was the warmth of your lips
Wrapped with a metallic red bow
To place a soft kisses on your hips

All I ever wished
For a New Year's Eve
Was the tenderness of your touch
Your head leaned on my shoulder
A presence that I miss so much

All I ever asked
For my twenty third birthday
Was a call to hear your voice
A letter as my second choice
The white flag has been hoist
Come back home

All I ever needed
For this life to be complete
Was to hold you laying in the sand
Missing you wasn't part of the plan
Saying sorry before you ran
To show you that I'm a changed man

-- Louis Mercier