The flowers bloom in the sunshine
As your love's appetite becomes mine
The soil settles down as it gets so wet
Your body absorbed my energy as it climaxed
The trees protect us from the heat of the air
Your kisses fulfilled my lust for you with a mighty stare
The moon starts to light up the sky at night
As we lie down together and hold each other tight
The morning dew makes the grass so, so green
As I lie intimately between your legs, while you cum in between
In the afternoon, we rest from the morning heat
The sexual arousal comes again as we lie between the sheets
The sunset amuses our eyes as it starts to go down
The night falls to perfection as we go another round.
STAY DOWN BLACK BOY STAY DOWN!
Ain’t no kings allowed.
I wake up every day grateful that I get to whitewash yo world down.
You answer to US(Aye).
Proud to carry mah privilege.
Bliss in mah spirit knowing that the greater man is envious…
STAY DOWN BLACK BOY STAY DOWN!
If you can’t rap or catch a ball you’ll nevuhh make yo mama proud.
We gave you religion.. keep on praising that white man in the clouds.
Keep on killing each othuh, that’s what yo life is all about…
STAY DOWN BLACK BOY STAY DOWN!
Black Lives Matter, huh? I’ll wait for you to tell me how..
Not even your parades and cascades can bring us down.
AIN'T NO WAY AROUND.
I see it in yo eyes.. you don’t want to make it out.
I’ll nevuh be on yo side, yet I’m marching with yo crowds.
To make sure, black boy… to make sure you STAY DOWN!
November moon,
dangling pearl
trailing the face of dusk
like a brooding tear.
Morpheus leads our way
through luminous sleep,
through stained glass shards of
our multiverse.
November moon,
you languish unrealized,
in somber slumber fog.
Our mortal arousal,
our wounds are reopened.
Morpheus leads our way,
through lustrous ruminations,
through spiraling remnants of
our Megaverse.
November moon
We hardly notice you
in our narcoleptic cloud,
our emergent consciousness,
our collective imagination.
Morpheus leads our way
through refulgent recall,
through steep sleep stages,
where we are unified
as one.
love is intriguing and captivating and arousing ~ as is hate
Cleverly
Articulated as I type these words,
Cleverly thought up, diligently said.
Hence, this is where my story begins.
As words come, I should write,
No place to go, but what is right?
Thought up in verse,
You see, I know.
But about its sentences,
We will read, but how's it going?
The poem it is with arousal begins,
My brain is stirring out on this limb.
My rhyme, you see, has it to be,
Or is it this that is a joke?
My fingers, my thoughts,
These words that I type.
I am doing my best,
Do you see as I write?
I shall write these words,
In its simple of ways.
I think my story has found its end.
Not so fast I'll try writing this again.
Edited 04/27/2023
Onanism
The vehemence of sexual arousal
Quest no gender
A critter owns the vehemence
On the nib of sexual delirium
Is solely,
Her and He own sexual pleasure
Their elate melded with blood en route veins
Onanism brings a euphoric sense of freedom
Orbital light scattering across the valley and hills
Awakens nature of its beauty sleep
Faint sounds arise but distant
Colors appear but images obscured.
Across the fields the mist has settled
Petals awaken to the touch of dew
Rays of sunlight spreading over the flora
Touched by the warmth, dawn illuminates
Awakened from a moon lit sleep
life becomes aware of its surroundings
Unveiling its true colors of beauty
Shaking off the morning dew
Human kindness whispering belongings
non filter elements of unbreeded blastphomies
content to wallow in willow bonds of cage happy
stilted mystics pleasure no pain windows
radiate love peace mystical motherloads
captured escapism moods of elegance raptutred
desire action in full swing nestled between
the neurons forever giving noncompetitive
nurturings blissful in capacity all
going weightless snapshots of arms waving
notes abound in archiac primitivity-------give
it to us all weened to bathe and breathe in
sustinance for the many all for everyone
substitute politics with annonimity of rationality
perk up your mind with ears of learning
prize thought over wasteless journies
of peak gain equality over measure
stance over readiness calm over storm
peer through the window pane eternal
soulful light mirrored intensities gladful
poignant sentient beings unforlorn natureboy naturegirl
natureclad newborns
tarry over mindful clouds of ozone deafness
choking in an airless vacuum
fire burns when the arousal comes,
and heat that almost burns the thumbs,
where to put me diddle dum?
damn it take your chances,
the sweetest of romances,
in heaven i be chum,
pass the fourex son, (beer 5%)
thirsty work for some,
the horizontal dancers,
the diddling has been done:)
Is her daddy that bloody rancher?
nah it's Sancho Panza....
re 'Passion Pit' Linda-Marie
SweetHeart'
Don Johnson
Sea Of Arousal
Your glowing body begs to be my permanent colony,
as you become the supreme ruler of my lustrous skin.
My ownership of your soul I will not surrender.
The key to your personhood I shall guard to the end.
I submit these scandalous nights in your arms.
With your love my river will warm.
Dive into my soul, explore the bosom.
Caress those sensuous lips to reach nirvana.
Kiss me without restraint, give abandon.
Touch me with no regrets, hold me with unleashed care.
You are the forest and I your mountain.
I climb inside your richly scented limbs.
The mark of my lips will reach beneath your skin,
as you leave the aura of your divine body.
Our mutual desires awake in a sea of arousal.
The countryside stirs in love's joyful grip.
The seeds of our passion grow in different shades,
for we shall nurture them with dignity and grace.
Another poem written with the talented Smriti Jha
Arousal
They shout my name when I pass them in the grocery store
They stand up and wave as I drive by and glance
They grace my table with elegance and charm
Sometimes they bend their ways and spread their beauty
Revealing a golden center crown
They must have been created by God
Just for me
For they stir my soul and make me passionate
They are faithful if tended well
And their colors are the beauty of the earth
How I long to see them
Every spring
My tulips
Fields
of blue
lavender-
sends a tiger
wild
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