"I can’t find the words I want to say! “
Under the moonbeam and sparkling scattered stardust,
I can feel the dew, which surpasses through the night.
As I speak to you in tongue, this stale flavor becomes overdone.
A taste of what is behind them luscious ludicrous lips.
I finally ask!
“Do you not feel what I feel?
Can you not feel my heart hesitating and holding hectically?
Addressed with attach anticipation on your side!
It is my hesitation, to answer with, “Please?”
The dwelling night disappears, underneath my deepen darken days,
In which makes every day, another night to come.
The wondering and whining worsens a little more.
I ache for seconds more, than my mind begins to mend.
The mornings keep approaching fast, the silences breaks!
Shattered scattered splattered words, finally released.
You start to nurture up around your notable noble nearsighted eyes.
For I have starved, just about all I can take.
Master of this crying slave…
“Your perception burns, the prescription, of persuasive deception.”
Your inacceptable improper intention cannot heal me now!
Leaving an awkward awareness feel, which lingers to the lustiness’, lost inside of me.
With a wallow with a swallow, soaping and spiting the sight of you.
Meanwhile your thoughts focus on the painful pulsating pleasure.
You will unleash on me…
For leaving all the crummy crumbling crumbs under our silver satin sheets.
I will be smacking and snaking surrendering and yielding, yearning at your will.
Please Master Can I have another, Cracker in bed~~ ?
Five funny fairies, Fond of fairy-cakes
Flying far from fairyland, Foraging for food
Five fairies feasted, on flowers full of fat
Freesia, Fuchsia, Fairy-fluff, frosted with fig fudge
Five fat Fairies, full of fairy food
Floating back to fairyland, flying far from fast
Contest : Alliteration Poems Please
Soul-mates Sara and Steve share
Times of titillation, while tasting
Sweet scarlet shaded smiles.
Their reaching fingers find fruit,
As aroma arouses their appetite.
They’re helpless against a hearty hunger,
Yet, yearning is part of the yielding.
Planted for pleasurable picking,
The stem, still pliant secures temptation.
Softly, Sara squeezes juicy secretion
While sensations slowly spiral.
Steve licks lightly at the edge of her lips,
Sampling and savoring freckled spots.
Then, he drops downward to devour
What was offered to him without restraint.
The mouthwatering morsels make him eager,
But, patiently he puts Sara’s preferences first.
This is the way it should be, taking their time,
Lingering; as two lovebirds share lunch
Of strawberries, sweet and succulent.
Contest; "LUSCIOUS LOVE LINGERS" ALLITERATION CONTEST
Sponsored by: Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
An ardent aroma of APPLES!!
Abundant in the autumn air.....and agile, available, Adam
watches as one wayward woman, woos with winking, ....wearing wild wantonness wafting the winds with wonderful words...wanting words..,
Wearing him down, whining, waiting with her wily ways
Winning her wishes
Waving her wand of wickedness
Holding in her hand, held high, how hard it is to help himself!!
An APPLE....ample, aromatic, auburn awesomeness,...all ardor in attaining!!
Asking Adam...with her anatomy in action....in all abandonment
Temptation, trivial teasing....."Take it....try it!"....
Teasing, taunting, tangling him in her talons.....
Telling him "Treat thy tongue to the tantalizing taste!"
"Truly titillating! Taste it, taste it, taste it!!....and she triumphed into tricking him
An APPLE......(actually, an asp!)......appealed apparently...and Adam abdicated all argument
Ending ..... as evil entered Eden. THE END
basks on the bright blaze
blobs blow up,
burning beautifically on coal beds
The bark below bothers me
as I lay back taking the bite:
the branch bears the burden
of my tired bones
*Just a note, this is basically a joke written to try and figure out a genre, not really a serious poem*
Fantastic friends fry fresh fish friday for fun
Peaches plumb perfection
Put peeled pickled and pleasing
Fruit fresh for freezing
Icecream in innocent
Hands has hundreds of hugs
Love light and lasting
Eternal ecstasy everlasting
Taste tongue to tummy totally tantalizing!
Smell the scent, senses soaring
Fragrantly frolicking face to face
Final fun frozen forever
Luscious love lingers!
**For Linda-Marie's contest note * tough subject for me Peaches are my favorite fruit
and I just did the best I could with it.
resembling plump lips,
when no other fantasy could ever excite us more;
creating a lover's luscious desire
anytime you stare at them with a tempting eye...
taste their sweetness and sigh!
growing in sunny fields to delight everyone;
pick many and enjoy them with appetite,
don't forget to fill up your basket
for your noon snacks and strawberry cake...
taste their sweetness and sigh!
dreamed by lovers for their red, attracting color
to invigorate their passion at a later hour;
O sweetheart, kissing you is like tasting them!
Shouldn't I enjoy this feast without haste...
taste their sweetness and sigh?
Love, like a pomegranate can be bitter sweet.
Its tang lingers long after laughter swells.
The soul puckers pleasantly with each bite.
A luscious love, precious and unique, thrives.
Life’s enchantment surrounds sweet-tart living,
Likened to the whitest pulp around twirls of tasty arils.
The future surrounds a delicious serving of dreams.
Where seeds of friendship are consumed in sweetness.
The pomegranate willfully waits, wanting to be devoured.
Wildly proclaiming ecstasy since the butterflies’ first visit.
Fabulous fantasies frolic from first inklings to forever.
Reality rushes its rivers of waters roaring through rapture.
And springs forth this rare exotic fruit, ripe, raw and savored.
Budding beautiful love, which sings songs and satisfies longings.
Lively and luscious, unconsumed love triumphs over lust.
Spiritual passions simmer in life’s sizzling heat.
Tasting, like believing in enchantment, brightens beginnings.
Waiting awakening, flavors life like spicy pomegranate seeds.
Delightful daydreams dance upon the redness of love’s peel.
And reality races to anticipation’s castle in the sky… imaginings ravishing.
Faith hopes that happiness hovers where respect and honors hold.
Perfection placed where enchantment becomes reality and fears forget.
Love’s season is savored more deeply and sincerely as lovers learn.
That beneath the hard peelings in life, sweetness grows, everlastingly.
© August 22, 2010