Best Curves Poems
Midnight rides—his pulse aligns with the thunder beneath him
fingers tracing her curves polishing fire into steel.
Wind against his skin she sings beneath him once more
Saturday mornings spent bathing her shine in devotion
One last glance—wait for me—before stepping inside
his grip firm not on the world but the rhythm of her frame.
The highway fades yet she alone knows the way home
rain or shine she waits unwavering at his door
Twilight drapes them in gold two shadows stretching as one
beautiful chrome heart racing—her name dissolving into the wind.
full bodied women
tantalize senses like wine
delightful to taste
cushions of comfort
everywhere soft to the touch
more luxuriance
curvaceous can charm
sexy is as sexy does:
get size wise, people!
Eileen Manassian
Footnote:
This is a repost of a deleted poem. I am not justifying being unhealthy, that goes for the ultra thin and the ultra fat. I'm promoting acceptance. Perceptions of beauty change over time....I'm glad fuller women are getting more press coverage these days....women like Tess Holliday. I follow her on Instagram and am shocked by the amount of hurtful comments she gets. Let the woman be....
"Bugger the "Group" mentality. I say burn it up with a revolutionary act, start your own Group. If you didn't exist, there would be no world. You are your own world, your own Cosmos, you are luminescent, keep on shining - the people who matter will move towards your light. Leave the other befuddled fools walk in the dark holding hands, following tails like sheep. This is a fantastic expression of your individuality. Always keep speaking your TRUTH." LLB
"Bedknobs, Bell Curves and a Broomstick"
Words of wisdom
sitting in bed
reading a story
from another person's head
A short story
titled "At the Edge of the Bell Curve"
registers ding ding ding
this is a mind
worthy to swim
Everyone has a story
some breathing fire
flying courageous
Majestic
saving people
outspread
Dragon Wings
Others are just
walking talking
milk and honey
Love-Ins
tap tap tapping
seeking numbers
for competitive wins
Heroic Acts
of pulling hidden
courageous minds
up from the road cracks
Now, that's pure,
GOLDEN
This is the true story
Blue Birds singing for
honey and flapjacks
hidden pearls
are the gems...
now there's no
turning back
ever again -
your REAL STORY
begins.
(Lovejoy-Burton/2017 Dec)
Ref:
1. Short Story - "At the Edge of the Bell Curve", Poetry Soup.
2. Short Story - "The Legend Of Dar-Mok Luu", Poetry Soup.
3. "Smoke Rings" , Laurie Anderson.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xyTBdPytCIk
"...Well I had a dream and in it I went to a little town
And all the girls in town were named Betty..." -
4. "Language is a Virus", Laurie Anderson.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sR-AojanEA0
5. "I'm no Betty". Quote, Leanne Lovejoy-Burton
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A little Scribble
~ Thoughts from the Heart ~
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Something Playful
She arches naked
Her hair, rinsed in natures life
Posture, proud and pert
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life2.php
He deserves such softness.
Bony hips bruised on the corners of card tables and rough edges
Three different lifetimes worn through his young skin.
Skin bruised beyond its years and demanded tougher every day.
He shall be anointed with the softness of my palms and fingertips
May my lips show him his hunger and thirst is all that matters
The folds and curved edges in my mirror were overfilled in my mind
But it is not my mind that needs cushioning
It is his.
I will be his softness. Whether to lay a tired head upon, or to devour hungrily.
Like a peach, my skin, too, breaks easily, and he may tear into my sweet flesh
But for once, I can see him nourishing himself
And I can be his softness.
Bronzed curves of delight
capture the suns golden rays
breathing as she sighs
warm breezes entice her gems
alluring thoughts compass me
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-17.php
In a dark room music plays with a slow beat,
the neon lights make you white panties and bra look like a street.
You move your body slowly and so sexy to the music,
while i look at you threw the darkness of the room set.
A big silver gun on my hip and a mountain of coke on the table,
and nothing can distract me from the beauty i see dancing so stable.
Your every move hypnotizes me,
I think I am going blind cause i am beginning not to see.
I look at your hair how it waves there so perfectly,
your legs move just like i want them to, so delicately.
You touch your breasts and you hold your but,
you give me that look in your eyes like your not wanting to stop.
You unbutton your bra and cover your breasts with your palms,
the music dies down a little and calms.
You walk up to me and than music begins to play,
that's when you start moving your body on top of me and asking me to stay.
You kiss my ear and rub my legs,
your breast rub against my inner pains.
You feel me harder than a rock,
than you decide to grind my cock.
Your body moves so sexy and slowly to the music that i played,
my body is shaking from all the excitement that is payed.
You go in for the big finish, and i tell you to get back up,
cause a lady like you should do all that kind of crap.
Be with me, be with a BOSS,
Who cares if the people i killed ever took a loss.
Dedicated to all the woman of the world.
PS: You are not trash, you are not ......... you are precious jewels. Stay that way ladies. I love you all.
The Curves Of Those Sensual Lips
The curves that form those hips
the curves of those sensual lips
The beauty that my mind so trips
face could launch a thousand ships
Hair that shines and so allures
from your love I want no cures
Willingly fall for all your lures
your body, please give the tours
Eyes that satisfy me in a feast
power that fuels me into a beast
Bright with a slant from the East
love me, marry me, touch me at least
Legs that so thrill my eager mind
you the treasured greatest find
Wrap me up, my body please entwine
our hearts, your body must bind
Face that drives me deep into lust
have you, love you, I simply must
Beauty forever , you I simply trust
yes, love you until we both are dust
The curves that form those hips
the curves of those sensual lips
With your love I'll make no slips
we love deeply into forever trips
01-05-2015
I DELIGHT AT HER CURVES
Her curves sparkles in the night
I, beguiled to play with her in delight
Gently, I pick her arch to steady
Deep breath slips, we both are ready
My breath softly tiptoes upon her neck
as I stir her lightly with planted pecks
Over her body, my hands diddle a rondeau
sighs and moans escapes a high and low
Her curves sparkles in the night
I, beguiled to play with her in delight
Gently, I pick her arch to steady
Deep breath slips, we both are ready
Strokes and blows birth tension: a mountain high
focused, for here and now must be a bull's eye
As one, we wind in merry-go-round sweet
the beat we fire boils a dynamite heat
Her curves sparkles in the night
I, beguiled to play with her in delight
Gently, I pick her arch to steady
Deep breath slips, we both are ready
Fragile lass I caress her first class
so as I fiddle and fondle, she in dash
The sounds and feelings bloom more wild
as the movements we shared one big style
Her curves sparkles in the night
I, beguiled to play with her in delight
Gently, I pick her arch to steady
Deep breath slips, we both are ready
She shouts and shouts, while I push and pull
My heart reach atop and my mind a sugar full...
Then, the door's open, mom strides with a frown
saying, "Your violin too loud, shut it down..."
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Sponsor Shadow Hamilton
Contest Name Love or Hate pick a subject #2
==Placed 4th==
O.E. Guillermo
3:33 pm, March 10, 2015
Life swirls around as I travel the days,
The past and the present moving together
In crescent curves and concentric circles
Like the rings in a tree defining time.
The past is beside me just out of reach
In spite of the longing to see and to touch,
Whirling away at a circular distance
The vanishing universe of life.
Experiences drift past me in time, like
Galaxies hung in the void or space junk.
The memories excuse or condemn,
Success or failure, choice or compulsion.
The past smiles across the tangle of time
Flaunting rosy visions, inviting me
To rewrite history on a blank page,
Creation in virtual reality.
The past within me has left scars
Which prove life’s involvement,
The future unfolds and spreads at my feet,
A gentle curve towards infinity.
How I relish the unguarded movement
Of an hourglass shaping your graceful curves,
Framed on twilight's deserted backdrop.
Three Line PoetryContest
`` From a man's perspective
3/16/2015
It's time we had a conversation;
Yes, meaning just you and me.
We've both given into temptation;
And neither knowing how to be.
It's like you see me and you don't;
Then we fight a losing battle.
Yes, we will and no we won't;
I could hold you, and say that you matter.
I'd do that, yet with who?
I should wait though I hate to pretend.
I've seen your eyes what's only true;
What you give I can't have until when?
When sorrow reigns fierce
Within your heart's chambers
Slowly dragging its feet
Oblivious to your pain
Listen to another’s story
Give your time; lend an ear
Soon, feel your heart lighten!
And then you’ll realize, you’re not alone
As you share each other's burdens
Laughter comes ‘round the curves'
See how fast crooked paths straighten
And as laughter grows, sorrow fades
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