Sylphlike Poems - Poems about Sylphlike

... her ethereal gaze tucked me into nirvanic waves tore me asunder amid quixotic abyss and seraphic throe  I harvest pearls from mollusks in swimming oysters  strip it in kaleidoscopic......Read the rest...

...Eyeless it manifested from the depths of the abyssal darkness of the woods. Hide reflective more muscle almost fleshless ribbon peeled back skull necklace. Limbs contort and pop grotesque as it mov......Read the rest...

...Visceral incantation from onyx velvet lips, moan, groan, to twist my bits as a witch. Salem pyre ancient oak standing the edifice, wrist shackled chains gather round vile cultist. Breast ......Read the rest...

...Baseless incriminations heaped upon head of missus... courtesy evil ferocious wraithlike grimace Acrimonious scurrilous words flew out the mouth of vicious nasty shortish brute leaving yours t......Read the rest...

... Written: April 16, 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aloof seashore, unmoored and carved Ambrosian aesthetically alluring In twilight's yearning glance, Once loaded, lin......Read the rest...

... Written: March 09, 2024 For Charlotte Puddifoot Contest ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ with serendipitous moans—ocean lulls It's russet embers ......Read the rest...

...Wrapped around the sylphlike waist the sumptuous silk chiffon sari is hand-gathered into even pleats, likened to the petals of a flower, and is tucked bewitchingly below the navel baring the mi......Read the rest...

...THE SECRET WITHIN Eyes - dark, seductive Glancing at each face with the hint of a smile Body - sylphlike splendor Floating like an ocean liner on calm seas at twilight S......Read the rest...

...I heard the dreadful Dryad's scream As axe bit into woody flesh The sap oozed out as scented cream My veins stood out in rictal mesh My wits all scrambled left me quick My hands and face were ......Read the rest...

...The wind is a Giant. He chases clouds, sends them scudding across the sky, seduces trees to sway sylphlike as a ballet. Flags become flapping, snapping whips in his grasp. The wind is a Dev......Read the rest...

...The breeze of the morn she sought. Her eyes were wild, as she thought. Her hands tremble like a leaf on a tree. She marked her steps silently. Sylphlike is her frame. She was a la......Read the rest...

...IS HE ME? Today, whichever man is now with you Whoever is doing that which we used to do Whoever gets to feel what I once felt I hope he appreciates the sexy, sylphlike and svelte To whomeve......Read the rest...