Best Aperitif Poems
"Thoughts of a Sexual Nature"
Vivid thoughts of you,
in your birthday suit.
Sprawled on my living room floor,
anxiously you wait
for what you came here for.
Long toned legs,
a rippled mid-section.
I want to hear you beg,
you caused this ********.
Incense burn!!
Sex on the Beach
heightens the mood.
I allude,
to a massage.
A mental mirage,
a dream.
Vivid thoughts accrue,
as I knead your birthday suit.
skin like a rare passion fruit,
and I'm working for your nectar.
You're my aperitif,
and I have a sweet tooth
for your vermouth.
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Strumming your neck,
my tongue is the pick.
Hearing you moan lightly, "Oh your so thick."
So eager was the lass,
for me to.... hose down her fire.
You see, the blaze I intensified.
I knew her desires.
Slow down I pleaded,
hasten your pace!
We have all night baby,
and first base is my face.
I had overdosed on her Vermouth.
She poured without a care!
Enveloped in lusts rapture,
it was, to soon to conclude.
Ambiance is important, so I'll set the mood.
Red lights, mirrored headboard
& playing softly in the background,
a love songs
interlude!!!
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Soft moist lips lick you're ear
whispering words of delight
pursuing my plight for your might,
my tongue rolls down your neck
peck on peck,
as my goal unfolds
kissing chest nipples
your dimples of gold
tanned bronze like a god,
excitement,
ecstasy
extension to explode,
the ride enhances as liftoff begins
tastier than sins,
searing flesh on flesh emotions
enmesh juices of love in thrombosis,
in oceanic osmosis,
as we fall...
spent ...
content ...
in orgasmic opulence.....
"This is a collaboration written by three different poets... Starting with Me...
Samuel Brooks has the middle section, and Linda Marie Bariana concludes...
This turned out well and I am sure all of you will agree..
Jared Pickett---Asavvy1
Samuel Brooks----ChocolateWoW-------------------------1/27/2010
Linda Marie Bariana------Sweetheart
Senses overwhelmed, history revealed,
I step into Plaza Mayor.
Antique hues of pinks and grays stun.
Madrid welcomes me.
Late sun casts golden shadows.
Camaraderie envelops.
I peel my brain for words.
Spanish brass serenades,
a musical aperitif.
Thoughts turn to supper,
as I walk and walk.
I see it, “Menu del Dia” in amber and red.
Savory breeze guides me.
It reads, "Tapas, Chorizo y Jamon",
I can’t resist
Vino Tinto completes me
as I wonder the day.
9/28/17
Everyone said, “Always order the Menu del Dia”
With that and little else, I headed for Spain
Sometimes words make me melt!
Like that anise-flavored, OUZO, the
Greek aperitif.
On hot cheese the waiter pours it.
A match is lit and the dish, of course,
lights up.
Don’t ask why, but wow, it makes my
heart melt!
Poets words can be that intoxicating.
A special few set my heart to racing,
Ouzo, as moving as great poetry!
Especially, much like Cummings most,
direct poem, such honesty!
“I Like My Body, When it is With Your
Body.”
A poem highly sensual and most loving.
A poem each poet should surely, read.
That is, if you are an adult and truth is
your thing..
And only read if you are a raving realist!
Who wants their heart to sing and have
it moonlit kissed.
10/12/2021
Goodbye is a feast finished
The last morsel down the hatch
Improper to ask for seconds
No aperitif to this lonely hunger
For every goodbye must be a hello
Even if no one arrives home
Welcome your darkness, don't go
My mistrusted companion
I forgive your cloying reach
Can you recreate human touch?
Let me be the one to say goodbye
Just to feel my forlorn space
Selfishly you take all the oxygen
Leave the left with a hunger for air
There’s no comfort in goodbyes
Better to say hello to re-gen
Goodbye to time with loved ones
Hello my solitary depression
Revolution brings me back to light
Goodbyes are a global constancy
Even without hands that feed
Goodbyes consume me with it all
A constant depression never satisfied
A hunger feeding on memory
Say goodbye to hello for now
Say goodbye from dusk to dawn
Twighlight is the start of a new day
Depression coming to hello's light
While ambling down the boulevard,
I spied a swanky canopy.
As member of the avant-garde,
The classy bistro suited me.
When greeted by the maitre'd,
I nonchalantly said, "Just one."
He smiled and nodded graciously.
My gourmand venture had begun.
As soon as seated, promptly pounced
A waiter dressed in gray and pink.
"My name is Jacques," the man announced
And asked what I prefer to drink.
I ordered an aperitif
And proffered menu then perused.
In panic mode, I thought, "Good grief!
It's all in French. I'm so confused!"
When Jacques returned, with easy air,
I asked what he would recommend.
When he'd advised the bill of fare,
My gaze did then the room attend.
A masterpiece of elegance,
So understated and refined.
No chandeliers nor opulence,
Artistic taste and chic combined.
Came appetizers, quite a few,
And tiny salads, each unique.
With wines and cheeses right on cue,
'Twas gourmet dining at its peak.
For entrees there were perfect meats
With succulence beyond compare.
Then followed some exotic sweets
And coffee quite extraordinaire.
While savoring a fine cigar,
I said their chef deserved to win,
For haute cuisine the best by far,
Another star from Michelin.
When mammoth check was given me,
I calmly said I could not pay.
"Though penniless, you must agree
You've gained a customer today."
Was booted roughly out the door
With expletives obscene and rude.
In gutter prone, a vow I swore
That for assault I'd have them sued.
I did, however, leave a tip
On seventh race next afternoon.
That Jacques should into savings dip
And bet it all on Silver Spoon.
Can intimacy be labeled as de trop?
I don't think. My sister offers me critique
Of such silly actions! But I still crave more!
Our nights together were just majestique.
Before heading out we take aperitif
By the pool, in the hotel's lavish court yard.
My rocky passion serves me as leitmotif
In my love life. It's my favorite play card.
Dine and talk. Perfectly at ease together.
I like so much wishing you "Bon appetit",
With you my soul is flying like a feather.
You are to me more than a mere novelty.
Feel beautiful in a body so petit.
Your touch is oh so tender. Deja vu?
Strangers are familiar. We finally meet,
In former life we must have shared rendez-vous.
After dinner we head out to cabaret.
You quickly organize an old school taxi.
You stare, you can't take your eyes off my décolleté
Feel incredibly desired, too damn foxy.
We're finally there. One kitschy place. Garçon
Slowly serves cheap red wine to every table.
No one on stage but loudspeakers play chanson.
You were school graduate as I'm in cradle.
We expected to see a show of avant-garde.
Would like to occupy the place of your protégé.
Wish of mine you note but simply disregard.
One day I'll dress exclusively prêt-à-porter.
Another caress of night we have in store.
Waiting in bed. Finally you knock. "Entrez!"
All night we'll listen to music of the shore.
Ready to welcome you inside. "S'il vous plaît"
Next morning, early rise and you have to leave.
Gave me sea shell and CD as souvenir.
Rest of my vacation I'm condemned to grieve.
Imagery of you streams softly like cashmere.
Too fast but it's time to wish you "Bon Voyage!".
Final heady breaths of your eau de cologne
I inhale. Hate hotel lobby's entourage.
Time to finish that book by Jerome Jerome.
Next five days I watch mind's movie-reverie
Of us together. Quite soon I'll be en route.
Miss you. Will I ever see you? C'est la vie!
Have a feeling that we said goodbye for good.
On the plane back home I write you, mon amour.
I hope you reach your so longed-for Shambala.
My poems about you are cri de coeur.
I'm home. New life is here. Oh là là! Voilà!
Eagle
Dalliance up above in the stratosphere,
Sailing stead in the smooth creamy cloud
Like the Almighty Angelic machine in Azure,
Like the beastly Griffin running missive among
stars.
Here is welcome to paradise!
Right through your phantom ushering
To a lounge that’s closest
To your favourite armchair in mind,
By some Damsels courtiers who truly have you in
hearts
And with courtesy courteously pamper you like
urchin.
Relax on board is the lullaby of the Nightingale,
Feel the elevating excitement like an arrow
Right through a warrior’s grip,
Throw over cumulus, air borne
Settle in and view over our victuals,
Mouth watering delicacy will find
Your appetite, not to mention the inducing
Aperitif,
We are on a journey to Bell Air,
The destination is to Xanadu,
We will arrive in Utopia
With connecting flight to Los Atlantis,
We trip the galaxies, but not the way to abyss,
Fly, fly,and fly into your widest dream
Fly aloft like an Aeronaut
Dream of an expedition to the moon
Discover shinning gold and crystal diamond
And when you have gathered a fortune
Land in ambience, accomplishing comfort,
Then taxi home
The experience is like you are just,
Right out of a bathtub.
Diner Pour Deaux Moi et Toi
(Dinner For Two Me and You)
I've laid a quilt on this stretch of beach,
the place where our romance had its start.
Where one night, I took your offered hand
The night I gave you my hand and heart.
Soft light from candles in lanterns on the ground.
Two glasses for the aperitif I'm about to pour.
We sip and gaze into each other's hungry eyes.
As rhythmic sounds of waves crash on the shore.
I've set the stage with the intent of seduction.
Let's start our late night feast with finger food.
Grapes I've peeled, and brie, our appe(teasers).
Sparkling white wine should add to the mood.
We'll share a cold crisp cucumber salad
With a light dressing made with mint.
I've kept it chilled just the way you like
In the hope you're getting the hint.
I've delicious little roast beef sandwiches
To place upon your tongue with my fingers
There's no need to hurry, my darling.
Love and dinner will be sweeter if we linger.
Is there room for my French apple pie,
topped with globs of cold whipped cream?
From the look I see in your green eyes,
You've caught on to my romantic scheme.
Let's take a walk behind the moonlit dunes
I've the notion we're ready for a little flirt
We won't be taking home the leftovers.
We'll have each other as tonight's dessert.
November 2, 2015
The Glass Bottom Restaurant
The glass bottom restaurant,
has seafood as main fare.
Seated out beyond the shore,
over ocean, surf and air.
The roof is the open sky.
The walls are windows all around.
You step in at the end of the pier,
leaving land and ground.
You dine and watch the sea life.
Their world does fill your sight.
Mesmerized by underwater,
silver moonbeams glow at night.
The chef is Eric Ripert,
with his gifts of expertise.
The choicest of the menu,
is his gourmet aperitif.
Cilantro scallops
Braised clams with mint
Raw oysters with cava
Citrus and herb shrimp
This sounds so lovely.
Whatever could go wrong?
Just must make sure,
that the floor’s built strong.
9/5/16
I've travelled some distance now.
Left you behind somehow, nestling
in the newspapers which wrapped the glasses.
Time passes
Memories in a box and stored in the loft
with the duplicate bits and pieces
we didn't want or need. No need.
Time passes
Sometimes the past nudges the present,
but we ignore it; turn our backs. No relapse.
Grasping second chances. No backward glances.
Time passes
We journey on, smiling, laughing,
disregarding the occasional 'what if?', an
aperitif to a future without repeated mistakes.
As time passes
we ditch the stuff that history is made of
and pack only for the future;
its perforation into the now not needed.
Time has past. Let us toast what will be.
The Pleasure of your Company
is Requested
at
A Banquet in Celebration
of
The Big Picture of Life
to be Held at
Your Earliest Convenience
before
The Eleventh Hour
Appetizers will Include
a Cocktail of Bitter Tears
Garnished with Fresh Sprigs of Regret
and
a Light Melange of Personal Inflictions
Sauteed in a Rich Resentment Sauce
a Salad of Tossed Emotions
with
Sympathy Dressing
Will follow
a Tureen of Everything Anyone Ever Did to You
will Precede the Entrée
which will consist of a
Thick Fillet of Condemnation
Braised Over an Open Fire of Unforgiveness
Served with a Puree of Wistfulness
and
Garden Grown Indifference
Poached in a Whine Reduction
And Garnished with
Minced Crow
A Dessert of Humble Pie
and
Stifled Screams
Complimented by an Aperitif
of Flaming Foresight
will Conclude the Dinner
Dancing to the
Music of the Spheres
will Commence
in the
Bawl Room
where
Nightcaps of Resolve
will be Served
A fly flew through the kitchen window, I was frying,
He was big, fat and very black,
He nonchalantly settled on the drying rack,
No doubt had followed the aroma of food, uninvited prying,
With tea towel and fly swatter, was armed and eyeing.
Flew closer to the gas burner, unafraid of dying,
Both of us ready for deadly battle,
He would certainly not live to tattle,
There got you, but as hard as I was trying,
He was edging nearer to the liver I had frying.
Searching with his compound eyes, he found an aperitif filler,
A small onion, his taste-buds now craving,
My anger now increasingly scaling,
Then with the prowess of a tactical serial killer,
Lashed out with the tea towel, wiped out the critter.
After a trying day, I find
That a dip in the realms of poetrysoup
Is like a warm bath with bubbles around
So relaxing,, so reviving of the mind -
Firstly I soap myself with words of others
Rinsing them off with a comment or two
Then I lie contented in a bathful of thoughts
Till it’s time to wrap myself in what I write too -
So IPad in hand I start to write
The words flow like ice cream on a warm night
Dare not stop to think, just write what comes next
For an aperitif, I read the words out loud to find
A glassful of Oh My’s follow the text
As I peruse the words that flowed so easily
Have to shell a few sentences along the way
The walnuts of knowledge sometimes go awry
I look at my effort, think hmm maybe yes ok
Can post this in poetrysoup wait for their says
See if this evening of laziness was what was required
That my walk in the words of poetry relaxed my brain.
In my bed, poetry free, now it’s time to start again
03/03/2013
Hug a tree..
Because you see..
A tree will thank you..
As you live..
A tree will give..
You oxygen and quite a shade..
On a hot summers day..
Walking along the bay
Feeling you stepped out of a sauna
Scorching hot sun beating down on you..
Wearing your sunglasses..
Lens with a hue..
Running for cover away from the heat..
In a heartbeat you..
Found a chair and took a seat..
Under an old oak tree ..
To stay cool from the heat..
A sigh of relief ..
As a balmy breeze blows..
The old oak tree knows..
You shall thank it..
You gave your thanks..
For the shade under the old oak tree
A sigh of relief as you sip a cool aperitif..
A two way street it is..
Between you and the tree..
Graciousness on both ends..
You shall send affection..
When you a hug a tree..
Because you see a tree will thank you..
It brought me to my senses,
The wild contempt of lavender
Tiptoeing safely to each nostril -
As the gangly zephyrs took heed,
In brief wrangles a moments peak,
Telling me, what month it was.
A place where thoughts may tell,
What traces blind could never hide
No hemlock sensed, but nostrils did!
Is shown as May, as the eyes can see.
Hold twists of fate O’er coastal cliffs,
Toast the view as a aperitif would do.
While mushrooms gloat in spores
The tastes of rustic, fathom cloisters,
To religious orders in heaven’s scent
Sprawl in clasp, an easy task you ask,
What is it that you see?-
Billowed, over a region in asters high
Prompts each tree t’wards the sky.
Where godly suave, the hone of purpose
Deliberates more in transient mood,
Producing concoctions, as ethics haste
The swollen glands my eyes would tell;
Interloping hand in hand on pixie trails
Relishing childhood with mile a minute,
Overtaking sessions to embalm the musk,
Where bark had fallen, crumpled -
Softly shod, as May, as the eyes can see.