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Poetry was her best lover
Like no other
He loved her
Without restraint
She could be herself
And explore
And discover
Secret pleasures and fantasies
Naked above the covers
He let her lie
Exposed
As he slowly caressed her imagination
Making her flow
With the sweet essence of her soul
In waves of delirium
Flying free
He let her be
Unfettered
Unashamed
Unworried of how to please
Or how to tease
Just simply to be
A woman in a prelude
To ecstacy
Poetry was her best lover
Her escape from reality
In clandestine intimacy
He ravished her mind
Again and again
For all he wanted
Was for her to come
To experience
To taste
Every pleasure
He had to offer
Her insatiable appetite
He fed
With firm truths
That burst forth with wisdom
He fed her desire
To reach supremacy
He never betrayed
Or delayed
In pleasing her
In giving her just what she wanted
In different ways and forms
His creativity endless
Poetry was her best lover
The only time in her day
When she had her way
And could be free
To be the woman she was mean to be
Sensual and sultry, sexy and savory
Not having to hide
Behind the guise
The veil of culture
Or religion
Or misconstrued sexism
Or alibis
Being demure
And “sterile”
When she was fertile
Laden with passion
Poetry was her best lover
He adored her
For whom she was
And he gave and gave
At times
Leading her in submission to his will
Taming her
Training her
To live in the confines
Of his rules
For perfection to be reached
She had to follow his lead
To the pinnacle of pleasure
Where all was in rhythmic union and rhyme
The sublime
Tasted and lived and then to descend
To warm after glow
Basking in the satisfaction
Of a fruitful union
For beauty has been conceived
Waiting for delivery
Yes, Poetry was her best lover
And she
Came looking for him
Begging him
To take her
Again and again and again
To transport her to heaven from hell
Tasting eternity
Poetry was her best lover
And she
Had no need of another
To help her discover
Her own entity….
None other
But her best lover
Poetry....
Eileen Manassian Ghali
I counted each bone in your fingers as you ran them through my hair..
your lips played a merry tune I almost knew.,
and the soft warm winds blew through us,
in horizontal horizons too vast to comprehend.
The flowers in the field looked on, drenched in summer heat..
and I was content to let the minutes slip on by.
Oh how I love you, do you know that?
the days will find us here again and again
time will allow us this one request, I hope...
Are you hungry?, we could go and have some lunch..
we've already had our dessert.
No, she said.., let's stay with the flowers and let the sun have its fun..
a little longer won't hurt.
I like my friend happy, and happy was her name that day...
keeping in tune as her fingers continued playing..
The weatherman says we're going to get a storm, are you ready?
I am, she said, I've known so many before.
I smiled at her, and she smiled back..
and content to let it be..
and so glad my happy let me.
the indelible scent of ecstasy filled their auras
with the fragrance of lovemaking spent and
aroused passion anxious to be tasted then
devoured…skin forged on skin…a magical collaboration
of need satisfying need…moments when love
takes you far beyond reality…no limits…
no borders…nothing refused… your physical surrender
a mere formality as flesh seeks flesh…
frolicking taste-buds unlocking rivers of dreams whose
surge simply washes away the pain of loveless
droughts past …in a heartbeat forever forgotten
all resistance simply ripped away as
flame licks ice as if it were candy… mouths drawn to loins
scented by eucalyptus that once inhaled becomes
unforgettable and forevermore addictive as
the taste of warm summer honey cloaks the soul
the strength of passion is found in its gentleness
the luxury of being touched so deeply…so intimately
your soul is turned inside out…eager to respond
the relentless tongue victoriously plays hide and seek
as a master…once found you beg for the mercy of more
you are never the same again…ever…as if a thirsty
sea lay within your soul and its tide is forever restless
paradise found …over and over…emptiness abandoned
as if a decree by the gods of love…two scents becoming
one..the air you breathe forever shared…the promise of
forever scratched on your skin as if you were a trophy
Irish ST PADDY'S DAY 2010
Music comforts the soul, cures that restless spirit.
Some songs will make you crank up the volume so everyone can hear it....
Music can alter moods, and talk to you.
Some songs have the remedy for what you're going through....
Music is good medicine for a broken heart,
and yet some songs can turn around and tear it apart....Music has brought people all
around the world together;
And some melodies will keep playing on forever....
Music adds to the intensity of making love.
Fuels that fire, you can't seem to get enough of....
Music makes me sad, glad, happy and mad.
Some songs make me pick up a pen and pad....
Music makes me wanna pull a woman close, kiss her nose, remove her clothes,
suck her toes,
And with Janet Jackson still singing "That's the Way Love Goes;"
Me and her make our own music video until her sweet nectar overflows!!!!!
Note: To my fav. soupers, I don't know your preferred genre of music and sometimes age
plays a huge role in a persons tastes in music. Since I don't know everyone's age, I'm going
by gut feeling and the personalities I read on my comments and my soupmail. If you guys
download music; I've written one song for the following people. A song from me to you, so
to speak. Be open minded and listen to the whole song. Enjoy. #1 Marty "Devil Woman" by
Marty Robbins #2 Carol B. "These arms of mine" by Otis Redding #3 Charma "Words" by
Anthony David #4 Raiin "Undead" by Hollywood Undead #5 Patty "Insatible" by Darren
Hayes #6 Lolita "I Believe" by Blessid Union of Souls #7 Ladybug12 "Turn Back the Hands Of
Time" by R. Kelly #8 Sue M. "As of you" by Raphael Saadiq #9 Highlander "Folsum Prison"
by Johnny Cash #10 Sara "Sweet Dreams" by Patsy Cline #11 Brandee A. "I need you right
away" by Smokey Noval #12 Donna "Unchained Melody" by Righteous Brothers #13 Linda-
Marie "Bonita" by No Mercy
This recently happened to me.
I didn’t recover very well from it.
I just sat there
naked,
embarrassed,
while
while my partner got dressed
and walked out on me.
She was shaking her head
in disbelief on the way out.
Here is what happened.
We are in the throes of
mad
passionate
love making.
I am twisted up like a pretzel
with my tongue here,
my fingers there,
really excited,
in fact
my
you know what
was harder
than Chinese mathematics.
I mean my tongue is doing a Spanish Tango
my fingers the Watusi
my center an African Tribal Dance
and when I say African Tribal Dance
I mean my ass
is shaking like a belly dancer
with a vibrator up her ass.
I could hear that sharp female voice
yelling like a soprano in an Italian Opera
and she’s yelling too
but with that deep voice of hers
like a banshee out of hell.
Oh no, oh no,
oh yes oh yes,
oh oh oh oh...
then suddenly
like fireworks on the fourth of July
boom...boom, boom, boom, boom...
she goes.
Then
I do it
at the peak of ******
I do it.
I really blow it.
No pun intended.
Instead of...
I mean we've all done it...
instead of saying her name
At the peak of ******
I yell out
my own name!
09~11~2014
Knuckle Head Yvonne
I have the outhouse in view
I had grandma’s squirrel stew
Dessert was a tart
I will not dare fart
I will sit in my own pew
*in honor of Jan's Birthday tomorrow*
It’s sticky and it’s sweet
Limp but I’m sure I could get it to peek
I will linger on it and give you that sweet release
But all in due time, let’s play hide and go seek
I fumble around searching for my prize
I wanted to play but please don’t run and hide
I pout and stick my dewy lip out
You chuckle enjoying the ruse
But never forget you’re the one that got me to sing the blues
I start to search for that impeccable throb
Finding it hiding deep like a cob
I gleam with might
Licking my lips with anticipation and delight
Resting my hands on your thighs
I lean in retrieving my sort after prize
Soft and sleek at first working my way up your peeking birch
A hiss seeps from your clenched teeth
Giving my tongue the accolade it seeks
To run it up and down from thick base to throbbing tip
I let my teeth come out and play
Grinding them up and down your intrepid bay
Feeling you throb and pulse with pleasure
Pushes me on until your length is all I can measure
Gagging on the sheer size, feeling your hands weave and pull with surprise
Pushing and pulling me back and forth
Feeling you quiver yearning for what only I can fulfil
I let you have it and give you the drill
Yelling out my name like it’s pure ecstasy
You let go and pour out your sweet yearning for me
Letting me lick my lips and swallow with glee.
Thirsty Water
I should have gone to work today but
your tongue convinced me to come
inside and play with you…to ride our
red rocket ship to the distant planet of
lust where our sensual sins are instantly
forgiven and celebrated amidst mute pleas for
gentle mercy so rightly ignored as a token gesture to
rationality and begging for more is of course
granted by the Court of No Regrets
You alone have always held the secret
key that released the chastised prisoner of
passion locked deep inside of me your taste
buds have caressed every morsel of my
body as if I were an ice cube wrapped
in honey much like the oyster swallowed
whole to tease our ravaged pendulums whose
demand for thirsty water shall be quenched at
the moment our tongues mysteriously turn ice cold
Irish
Note Author Disclaimer: to my fellow poets....these are just words
on a piece of paper and an experiment in new
writing styles/expression for me. Topic is not meant to be
abusive or disrespectful to ANY reader. Please note this poem is categorized
by me in the 'Passion' category of PS.
No other man....Can make your heart smile like I do,
Because I appreciate you and know your value!
No other man....Will give you strength like I can.
I give you courage in those two shapely legs to stand.
No other man....Can make you feel sure and secure.
You know as well as I do this love is pure.
No other man....Will make your very essence glow,
And you know my M.O. so don't close your hearts window.
No other man....Can hand you the crown.
Only a king can understand and show you how to get down!
No other man....Will take your body beyond this physical plane,
Making passionate love to your brain!
No other man....Can kiss your lips, grip your hips like me,
Satisfying each fantasy going deep as the sea!
No other man....Can eat, preheat that oven like me;
Nor will another man make you cum continuously!
Bottomline what we share is without a doubt truly divine;
and no other man can stand the heat of your sunshine!!!
The relativity of wealth and poverty
Amazing.
Einstein’s formulations pale
In juxtaposition to universal carnage.
Obese pigs of a glam,
filled holes of cultural blacktop.
“Get your plump white asses off the necks
of the weak!”
“Who the hell do you think you are anyway?”
The cyclic nature of problem and solution;
“Ahhhhhh,” Eldritch Cleaver where are you?
“Thump, thump, thump,”
The arterial pulse of a puss infected
gangrenous limb
“YES,” whiteness
Raw, heedless, mercenary killers of diversity
Pristine sinks
Seek purity
GOD!
Younger wanting to be older
Older wanting to be young
Child wishing to be bigger
Bigger wishing to be thinner
Teen wanting a clearer face
Clearer face wanting a better body
People lamenting bad hair days
Bad hair days replaced with no hair days. . .
We diss what we have
Wish for what we lack
When what we have is gone
Oh, what we'd give to have it back!
Youthful desires for future yearning
Future bearing down like a train
Elders' memories of past unnerving
Hit by a train never the same
Why can’t we be judged by the content of our character?
Are we now racist, because of white privilege and black lives matter?
This is our new wall, racism is still dividing,
these two profound statements are creating bitter chatter.
Dr. King lost his life because of his dream in 63,
segregation is what this great man envisioned would one day leave.
The architects of our Republic intended all men to be free,
our declaration of independence is what we now need to believe.
As a people we need to remember, all of our positive achievements,
we need to move forward and continue to gain ground.
We need to focus on life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
We are all created equal, this evident truth has got to be found.
We all need to sit down at the table of brotherhood.
Everything we do right now, needs to be done together.
We need to erase all of our anger and live here as one people
if we join our hearts, there is no storm we can’t weather.
August 7,2020
*inspired by Dr. Martin Luther Kings I Have A Dream speech*
Strand Completely New (19) Any form, Any Theme Poetry Contest
Allow my words to be like magic,/ my hands and fingers like inspecter gadget!/
Caressing every inch of your smooth brown skin./ Your mind locked-in./ Each syllable is
like the sweetest taste of sin;/ and with this pen,/ I write you an eternal melody./ R U feeling
me?/ Then make me feel like a man./ Take my hand,/ and lay with me,/ let our poetry/
unite/ so bright/ the passions flame./ I won't stop/ til you reach the top,/ and scream my
name!/
My butterfly kisses trace your hipline./ Pure pleasure along the core of your spine./
Your salty nectar tastes divine./ Our bodies intertwine./ So warm is your sunshine!/ Your
words are almost feline./ Such music we make./ You whisper "I'm not sure how much more
I can take!"/
You cum while on top of me./ A sudden jolt and you're back to reality./ Looking down
at each sentence I wrote./ You can still feel my soft kisses along your throat./ You're so
moist beneath your housecoat!/ Your thoughts float back to my love note,/ and you can still
feel every inch of me!/ This eternal melody!
Day after day the waning of spring,
Burst into summer with blossoming;
The lark is singing wild with glee,
High on a branch of a hawthorn tree;
And daisies fair with the virgin rose,
Deck field and hedge with summer snows.
A cold white moon in a midnight sky,
Paints leaves silver as the winds pass by;
With the happy whisper of phantom feet,
Swirling like dust down the street.
The stars hang thick in the cherry tree,
The west wind scents the briny sea;
Scarlet roses set heavy with dew,
Bring the night I have captured for you.
See the dance of swaying flowers,
As they kiss the wind through midnight hours;
For in the night there is no ear,
Though larkspur stretch and try to hear.
Who calls this vagrant heart in me,
To tread the night in odyssey
My heart is tuned to the night and sings,
Of passion I feel for all these things;
My mind is content and needs no words,
For illusions playing on their minor chords;
Or torn desires and longings deep,
That put an anxious mind to sleep.
What a better gift for a life well spent,
Than the rewards of comfort and content.
I watched a glass goblet clean itself in patience of beauty
The tingling ring in sparkle water
was the evidence
of the slow unfurl of a flower
I imagined a symphony of open palms
swaying
spreading winged tips
flowing blankets of kindness
caressing
golden light that never flames
but shines
The measure of humanity
clearly defined