Best Fondled Poems

sweet and citron voice, fondled a whisper
did you say, "O my Love,  pulling me close 
refreshing spring water,  cooler and crisper 
restless eyes now crave, to forever repose

a vista of orchids, into my soul you dive
where a frantic heart, beats in your fervour
No...

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 Too many cold nights

would follow these hours

FIrst frost will destroy

the blooming moonflowers

Because,WInter goes and WInter comes

Snowflakes melt our paper hearts

I want to preserve moments

before they' ll be the past

I just want to hold you

and make each second last

I  want to taste your sweet...

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She was a grand piano: grand in structure, grand in beauty, grand in quality 
of sound. She had captured the heart of every pianist who had come to play in 
the great hall. Once they touched her keys…they fell in love with the 
celestial sounds...

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When its time to  for him to sail away
like wind-blown leaves and cherry blossoms drifting in the lake

When He journeys far,as far as moons to reach
When He forgets the fragrance of Her hair
and how She tasted 'neath fresh linen sheets

When He forgets the sweetness...

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By committing to nothing, one retains infinite options.
I have hid inside these words for moons and seasons and New Year’s toasts.
The lone wolf roams fertile pastures unfettered.
The thrill of the hunt.
The chase.
An empty bed is the hope of a new body’s sleeping curve.
Tomorrow becomes yesterday.
“The...

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She was a grand piano: grand in structure, grand in beauty, grand in quality 
of sound. She had captured the heart of every pianist who had come to play in 
the great hall. Once they touched her keys…they fell in love with the 
celestial sounds...

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As I sat on the bed, and opened the box
I fondled the keepsake, in the palm of my hand
It is tied to a youth that I never lost 

Often the memories may be callused by time
Some have been polished.  Tho' some may be gone
into...

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Chaste eyes trace my limbs, in the deep of woods
swerving like a breeze moist on fields of grass,
His Latin fire, on edge of twilight moods.

Shape of curves fondled like tender morass,
the call of moaning sprawls into full grind
swerving like a breeze moist on fields of...

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My heart is not an object

but it can feel every word you say

My heart cant be held nor fondled

but it is touched by you each day

My heart can't bleed or break in two

but it cries out loud for your I love you's

My heart can't hide...

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"Who can bear to lose a tie
With a dog that is man’s best ally? .......by poet


"Here lies my dog, motionless in his kennel
unable to wag his tail as he always did.
yesterday when I saw him, curling helpless on his mat
he still wagged his tail and...

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She is the fish-maiden of the night,
a  temptress that croons to the sky
wading on gills of  fondled thoughts, 
the bearer of one fine shipmate’s doom
coasting on forbidden passion and trance.

On waters’ edge  before the stars pale,
her body swivels before an ensnared time
of...

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Outside the walls stood a handmaiden gazing
Twisting her skirt between fingers so frail
Patches of burlap were sewn on the garment
Cut from a sack of a barley oat bale

Oh how she dreamed of the opulent palace
Silver and gold and the finest of lace
Gowns made of velvet...

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The curtains riffled by a breeze, intrudes upon the solitude
 ....Please, let us warn them, if we must, to restrain the hour once again, 
     for we intrust to weave this time to be our sacred interlude

So, a dawning sun lays...

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I flip the history of Bojangles
On a cool Sunday evening
Los Angeles coming down
A flow of oboes breathing
Through the lung of the street
The hobo not stopping for air
Fingers moving in a dance
Across the strings of consciousness
Milking the music of his brain
Onto a breast 
Of dilated ears.

Mr....

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I brushed aside
My faraway glimpses,
The many consequences
Of trifle revelries I wasted
Grasping the snippets of night time
And all  abandoned pining.
Bouquets of fondled whispers dangled
Among damp stems along Riviera beach,
Still molding flit kisses in balmy shades
That stretched on coasts of sudden farewells.



Make Love To Me In...

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