Best Exotica Poems
Crowning Glory
Mr Rose,welcome to this antique plexus,
It will for sure tickle your neuro plexus,
This exclusive table of veneer has a historical nexus,
Sandalwood modified in the grand factory of Texas.
Some pieces here do have a background mystical,
But this unique model with motifs has a glaze magical,
Multipurpose architecture,no doubt,it is usefully structural,
Crafted with engraved pattern as crown for beauty additional.
Two moderate sized shelves on both sides,
Have scope for things to store in wide,
Centered drawer for documents at handy inside,
With a plain table top to use with pride.
Well spaced top to write,eat and sit,
Water proof century exotica for so many things to fit,
I bet a deal no loss,all profit and benefit,
Just for more than 400 dollars to start to bid.
Moghul Emperor Akbar had it in his court,
Mirza ghalib renowned poet on it wrote,
Queen Elizabeth ,its flourescent key chains did note,
Monsieur,any other dealer many times than this will quote.
Contest:The Auctioneerist.(Auction contest)
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Sponsor:Mystic Rose.
11.03.2016
I
Love in a time of Corona is best
Expressed between a loyal couple
We have time on our hands, rest
Cannot be overdone, neither should sex (Love-makin')
II
Love in a time of Corona is wisest
In your private premises; stay away from exotic places
Keep it simple, keep it humble (Humble? you ask) -
"There will be time enough for exotica, places and races."
III
Love in a time of Corona will pass, and then
Will you have great memories? A foretaste of retirement?
We are blest when we have a loyal love, Christian even,
And Fate has given us time - for catching up, prayer, enjoyment
IV
Now, if you easily pass the test, of humble home-rest
Will you go beyond borders? Pray for others less blessed?
Even those foes ("the enemy,") for the children's sake?
I, for one, surprised myself, by blessing my teachers, professors ....
So they call me sister
Um hum, they think they know my name
I think I got him now check the game
What’s up baby?
How you doing?
What’s your name?
They call me Exotica cause I roll with a lot of `em
What you know `bout that?
Oh no I don’t need no ride
What about you, hop in mine
I’m so fine baby no he rolling with a dime
You don’t have to call me later lets do this now
No sense procrastinating
I know how you get down
You want my body over my mind
We don’t need to talk intellectually
Everything we do is sexually
Oh sure you can call me tomorrow
And we’ll do it all over
This time I might invite a friend
A ménage à trois
Not just me and you no mo’
You think I’m great
This friend will never let you escape
She’ll be on your mind all the time
She will make you scream
Having pleasure like in a 14 year old boys dream
We’ll even go to the club with you
Help you size up your next victim
They’ll never know where together
Our disguises are very cleaver
We go incognito every time we roll
We’ll be a part of you forever
`til death
do us part
We can travel the world together
Leaving our mark
Making people blind with out inseparable love
Making couples break up
Because
They hate
that we gave them a taste of our
night long lasting burning passion
Some people’s skin will itch
Others will get a tingle
When we welcome them to our circle of forever
Now that we are all acquainted and I’ve found a new home
You don’t have to call me Exotica now that I gotcha
More appropriately
YOU GOT ME
Let me share with you my other names
These are what others have called me
In my previous games
Syphilis
Chlamydia
Gonorrhea
Herpes Simplex 2
AIDS
All STD
And don’t forget to tell your friends about me
They can get me too I’m very contagious
And I don’t discriminate
I take `em 16
25
40
Even not yet born
I run like a river through your blood stream
I make you ache wishing you’d never crossed my path
I sometimes laugh
At people who think they can escape
Because they really don’t want to
If they did they’d pay better attention and break the chain
By communicating with others
How they have suffered
From my wrath
I am STD the sexually transmitted disease
FOOD COURT
She isn’t beautiful
No knockout
Maybe it’s the surroundings
She is surrounded by –
Age
Business freaks
Overweight teens in ragged jeans
On the other hand
Exotica is well dressed
White blouse
Black skirt
Heels which soften rather large calves
And her hair is long black
with those Aniston strands across one eye
lots of mascara
I’m trying to pinpoint the impression
the obsession
Yes!
She’s aware of her superior dress
Face mostly hidden behind –
what else – an Apple laptop
From time to time her full features appear
She’s glancing (hopefully) around the Apple
Pencil brows
High forehead
Full cheeks
Full lips that somehow
seem misplaced
Full describes the package
Yet?
I fantasize
Something about her eyes……..
What is it? (they look up at you, her head on a large
white pillow)
She smiles (something on the computer?)
And the whole face blends kind of
I’m just beginning to sense disturbance……..
When!
Wouldn’t you know it!
HE sits down
Facing her
Bald nicely trimmed thatch around both ears
I’d say 55
Nice Hawaiian sport shirt
Almost makes him look 54
Brief case….(belt-overhanging paunch)
BUMMER!
They deserve each other!
This is a monument.
It was born from us a town illegitimate; we never married.
A great hall of artifacts, plucked still-gunked from our livers,
Others clean-picked from our birdy bones.
Over there you had loved me, there I spooled my sobs.
Here, the streetcar - windows fogged with our laughs.
We would visit this dead museum,
with crumpled dollars to smash through the box-office slats.
We would laugh at the silly, dead fossils.
Now I am alone, inhabiting it like restless taxidermy.
I call you through each dusty chamber,
Every dull ceramic and jaded mask.
I regress to a baby one hundred miles a moment,
My nightgown heavy and helplessly slumping down my shoulders
And not even your body: dried, tattooed, is on display.
Your insides are not carefully dissected, labelled in a looming case.
Your wings and your pulsing pink eyes lay on no proud board,
Your legs are not zip-tied, toes not tagged and inkily named.
You are not Americana Exotica -
You are more elusive.
You're exploring one thousand Arabias
While I breathe sarcophagus air,
Befriend the flogged and leathered skins.
There is only my lonely feet.
Crushed mirrors hammers melted nails
spooky silent snails
Feathers in my teeth
The red in your lips
The curl of your hips
Your tongue on fire
Kites in your eyes
Your heel in boots
Pointed toes walk
Dusting the chalk from the summer sky
Old knife points
New dead Saints
Treated leather sharpened stones
Corkscrews and bones
Your old addresses
Tossed salad and your eyes
all in a bomb
And a comb
Next to you
as we walk
exploding our love
for each other
Dont want to make a scene
When the bomb explodes
it will be
exotica green.
Out of the cold,
in blew the rain
After a kiss goodbye,
the lonely teardrops came
a-falling ... falling
Another frozen tv dinner date,
and a RomCom
bittersweet, cable treat awaits
Enchantress on the silver screen
is beckoning,
pillow softly,
in your moonlight glow dreams
Seems all vow hope
has fallen asleep heart empty
And the tears
are starting to twilight fall
once again
Oh no ... oh, oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
not again
Those lonely teardrops
are a-falling
Leaves you wondering,
when will the pulse projector
change the scene
With a flip of the fate switch,
life becomes peachy keen
On a park bench daydream,
comes a beauty in a blue dress
tigress walking
It’s got your deer thoughts
prey hoping
Praying that she stop
and take notice
Of how long it’s been
Her sunshine smile
waves a friendly hello
And you feel the winds of change
starting to warmly blow
Over time, with rainbow charm,
she takes you in her gentle arms
To caress away the crying pain,
so that the tears would stop
a-falling ... falling
Now, on the treadmill again —
Running from old, sad memories
into the bosom embrace
of a rare exotica new friend
Romantic notions are starry-eye
a-twinkling
As tears of joy
begin
to freely fall
once again
Oh no ... oh, oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
not again
Those tender teardrops
are a-falling ... falling
Falling again
Looks like you’re smitten,
and falling ...
once again
Crystal Noir by Versace
Truth by Calvin Klein
Eau de Cartier
Armanis Life
Oscar de la Renta Oriental Lace
Chanel Coco Mademoiselle
Nina Ricci Belle de Minuit
Vera Wang Princess
Dolce & Gabbana The One
Lancôme Hypnôse
Guerlain Insolence
Dior Midnight Poison
Calvin Klein Euphoria
Estée Lauder Beyond Paradise
Cacharel Amor Amor
Anna Sui Romantica Exotica
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
A steep drowning
in traffic of curves-
of legitimate sin.
It was a supergame
of exotica. Witchcraft
was playing with light-
years. Are you still
hosting the life ? In
cracks and crevices of pain ?
Very methodical. You were
devouring the death to
become immortal. Were
you serious about bount-
eous harvest ? Your alma mater,
where you wrote your first poem.
Satish Verma
Interior exploration
with its usual playlist,
all lined up
then some mass is hurled
out of nowhere and smashes
into me, and I see myself
fly off into parts, becoming
little more than traces
of exotica smeared in light
across a dark space,
living but an instant
before annihilation
and nothingness,
remembered only within
the cold walls of an equation
and by whoever was there,
looking on,
measuring my demise.
I could have been part
of something bigger
than me.
Depths of imagination,
sometimes dark
The desire inside
Internal trick............
Magick!
Coursing through
Hot and wet...........
You feel it too
Don't slip this net!
Sex tingles
Shiver mingles
Hidden depth
Heart leapt
Fiery heat..........
Tastes so sweet!
Fiery lick............
Magick!
This erotica..........
wrist flick
This exotica..........
Magick!
Wicked ways
Nightly plays
Wicked tricks
Night magicks
Magick verse seven
Wicked me
Wicked you
Coursing through
Magick heaven!
Love flings the mood
Where dance feels good
Mind how you play
Each card today
Be willing then
To prize due scan
Thus hatch your plot
From your sweet spot
Thought in deep feel
Can surely thrill
Come with full wit
To pleasure fit
Treasure taut take
Dance a dream make
Once you know how
Live here and now
Exotic face
Works hidden grace
Leon Enriquez
13 September 2017
Singapore
Depths of imagination,
sometimes dark
The desire inside
Internal trick............
Magick!
Coursing through
Hot and wet...........
You feel it too
Don't slip this net!
Sex tingles
Shiver mingles
Hidden depth
Heart leapt
Fiery heat..........
Tastes so sweet!
Fiery lick............
Magick!
This erotica..........
wrist flick
This exotica..........
Magick!
Wicked ways
Nightly plays
Wicked tricks
Night magicks
Magick verse seven
Wicked me
Wicked you
Coursing through
Magick heaven!
Song Of Songs 6:5a: Turn your eyes from me; they overwhelm me.
EXOTICA-SOUL
Like a violent storm in a glass jar,
your eyes dazzle —
in wonderment my cheeks swell
morphing into the color of a pink sunset
and my lashes cover my eyes.
I sigh and my heart beats against
the shores of my jugular, wrists,
behind my diamondiferous ears.
Yet your eyes pierce through the curtain
of my shrouded irises,
and deeper still
studying me,
drawing out the Tyrian purple passion
that you desire to include
in your exotica-soul.
What rapture will we unleash together —
I’m excited but afraid,
yet your strong and gentle palm
embraces the curve of mine
with confidence. . .
I steal a look into my future groom;
I’m doomed to love him —
crimson, like dawn, warms my insides. . .
unabashed, unafraid.
7/14/2019
Enchanting garden grounds
Jasmine, flora, and avion exotica
Zeal unbounds
Budding blooms loomed
graphic epiphanous mecca
Gifts groomed
Frond blades
Palmed Areca
shades
Enchanting garden grounds
graphic epiphanous mecca
shades