Best Intoxicatingly Poems
When the sun kisses each drop of rain,
spirited colors warm the heart...
like a wind wisped feather,
landing lightly on the soul.
Romance calls,
from a fresh faint whisper
mingled cleverly among the fallen.
A daydream smiles,
in a seductive voice.
Conjured memories evolve,
from indifference to fact,
plunging deep into fantasy,
erotically eager,
intoxicatingly anxious.
All is euphorically joyful.
05/16/2021<>
The vibes we ride
the highs, the lows
conversations with
conclusive innuendos
Hypotheticals and
experiments
we engage in
acrobatics of
noun and verb duels
Your en garde
I fall hard
Butter knife
tongues
Eucharistic bread
the uncovering
of your body
unravels my
mentality
Intoxicatingly
sipping your
Lord have mercies
Amen and Amen
She’s dainty and pretty in pink and purple
Modeling her ruffled dress and her fuchsia hat
As her long and slender legs dance in the wind
She’s intoxicatingly beautiful and enchanting
Wild bees seductively buzz all around her
Waiting to taste her dewy petals and nectar
A hummingbird stops and sips in her beauty
The wind picks up as her ruffles sway all around
A light rain quenches her in a cool misty dew
Her whimsy’s short lived as she soon drops off
Rondel
Listen as my heart softly speaks to you.
Can you hear the rhythm of each beat?
You're the reason my heart feels complete;
And I wonder where I'd be without you inside me.
Baby without your love, living wouldn't be a guarantee
But I know nothing in life is concrete.
Listen as my heart softly speaks to you.
Can you hear the rhythm of each beat?
Just know my heart plays you a melody.
The cadence is like a loud drumbeat.
The sound is intoxicatingly sweet.
You're now a part of whatever I go through.
Listen as my heart softly speaks to you.
Welcome to Gutter Ball Saloon
Where careful words waft through the tavern;
Serpentine swirls with evil intentions.
Watch your step and pocketbook.
Observe the chap in the derby hat.
No, the other one.
No, the other one…with the honeycomb vest.
That singular sap is one of kind.
Or one of ten; a soldier-still pin at full attention
Standing in formation on the glossy maple
Eager to be wrecked, toppled head-over-heels.
Spare.
He’s been gassed, you see.
Some fancy bouquet of honey perfume
Mingled with cheap cigars and one too many.
He’s feeling lucky and takes a gamble.
Throws in his hand and a couple of dice for good measure.
Snake eyes!
Just look at that dame.
Her dark velvet accentuated physique
Candy apple lips that drip pearls
A string of words she drapes about his neck
Intoxicatingly beautiful.
The phrasing…and she’s a bit of a looker too.
A real up-and-comer with a knack for bowling.
Spare.
A quick spritz and yank of the string.
I dare you to look away.
He’s choking…but of course he is.
He never had a chance in that bowler hat.
Just look at those red cheeks.
Flush.
She’s got him by the balls.
Snake eyes.
Now if you’ll look closely…
I’ve got your wallet.
Strike!
4/26/15
I am going to paint a picture of bluebells in a field
Will try to convert this view into words as it yields
Its meandering path through flowers so deep
Past a stream that looks gold from the noon day heat
A slight incline makes the journey go slow
The heady perfume sets your senses aglow
Inhaling deeply perfume swims inside your head
Intoxicatingly lovely, a smell never to forget.......
A lonesome tree throwing out some shade
To sit and peruse the scenery ahead
Hills of gold from the rapeseed grown upon
A smidgen of cloud seeming to puff and begone
I am alone in this beautiful place
Now captured on canvas, I have just the space
In my study it will hang as I sit at my desk
Will remember this day when nature put my art to the test.
Penned 24/06/2014
For Timothy Lee
I often lose my composure watching you near
for love as a muse stays our passion infused.
My insides ignite, deliciously alive
within sparks your persona designs.
Years of making love have not dimmed
the passion between our her and him!
Each day clarifies we made right choices.
We've bled from our share of thorns, but
being in your arms, more often than not,
is as a comfort bed of silky, thornless roses.
Shared years have not our appetite whet.
Our mutual longing grows stronger yet.
Any day reducing me to bruised or confused
may nighttime heal sleeping wrapped with you.
Love and lust both flame your ardor to ignite
and claim me in sighed, surrendering cries.
Your calloused hands are alpha paradise
on my thighs, your lips tantalize my layers.
Both my skin and mind intoxicatingly spin
making every care disappear somewhere.
My senses mesh elations while flesh bound
'til our capitulation and adoration sound.
A rose grows from my heart.
Its roots run deep into my veins.
Its petals of golden crimson
Bring pleasures to my being.
Its stem of thorny spears
Calms my many fears.
Protects my soul from temptations,
No need for explanations.
Ravishing its fragrance.
Intoxicatingly divine.
As from the pages of Genesis
Drifts far into my senses.
The beauty of a rose.
Likened to Juliet’s prose,
Savors romantic favors
In multitudes of flavors.
Likened to new found love
Awash in blissful lust.
The serenity of the aged
Who perch on evening steps.
Poetic phrases grace
The many pages
Of the love
I have for thee.
Blessed is the love that
Grows from deep within.
I touch one,
The baby buds growing on the tree.
They're tender, vulnerable, and soft.
They promise new life to come.
What awaits these tiny buds?
Only seasons will tell.
One year might have more rain while a drought might have happened in the previous year.
Wind might blow them away,
forever carrying them away from their home.
I pluck one and hold it in the palm of my hand.
It's pungent smell not yet noticeable.
But I know when the tiny, green bud blooms,
The pretty, little white petals and the essence of the bloom, will contrast.
How can something so delicately pretty, so innocent,
emit such a intoxicatingly rich, pungent bouquet?
I know this little bud's future.
I drop it to the ground, hearing the soft fump as it hit.
I've decided it's fate once I've plucked it,
I'm like God in this way.
Dropping an angel from the sky,
To live his or her life in the arms of humanity and family.
To have the struggles I've predetermined so they can become who they were,
who I know them to be.
I've forgiven their pungent mistakes because I know the mistakes they will make.
Their family will nurture the tiny, innocent angelic baby, never knowing what the future
will hold for their child.
The now blooming adult will walk away, to take risks, to challenge life, to be carried
away by the wind.
Their lives are now guided by my hands,
If they so chose.
However, what choice do they have if I have predetermined their lives?
I closed the small hole in the ground with the pat of my hand,
took the clear glass cup,filled to the brim of precious water,
I poured.
I took the chance, a risk, so that a new life can begin.
That gasp in the back of your throat
You know the one
Where it feels like you'll die
If you don't see him again
Yes, that's it; I just felt it
I can't wait to set my eyes on him
The next step is a big one
It can hurt alittle sometimes
Although, I may be wrong, It has been awhile
Since the last time I fell
In love that is
This part is the relationship is
Often the best..and worst
The constant wondering on whether
He feels the same, or if he is going to be....
You know, the one
The anticipation is intoxicatingly blissful
I don't think I will ever bore of the way he makes me feel
Any man you can satisfy even the rawest of a womens desires
And make you giggle like a the little girl you once were
Well, he has to be a something special
Girls, if you find a good one, a truly good one
Don't let go. You need to hold onto those,
Those tiny moments which take your breathe away
And turn your dreams into beautiful realities
Oh, at last he is back
Ahh, I can finally breathe again
I know it's a cliche
But I was, honestly, lost
Before he sarcastically sauntered into my life.....
Oh, that's my cue ;)
Night girls
Come close my love,
to touch your face,
wipe dry your tears for more.
For my flesh burns,
for soft of yours,
from tenderness to sore.
Togetherness and tightly wound,
feelings like no other.
Not ashamed,
but jealously,
covered from the others.
We are all we'll ever need,
intoxicatingly we smother.
Come close my love,
to touch your face,
in the silence of a lover.
saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )
Even the fading moonlight reflects your radiant beauty,
While the whisper of the waves envy your serenity,
My cold hands could only tremble while tracing your face,
While my other hand's reluctant to even hold your waist,
Your eyes remind me of stars still undiscovered from prying eyes,
Your lips tempt me so intoxicatingly high,
Yet the flowing breeze teases me with your sweet perfume,
For so long I have wondered and assumed,
What it would be like to be this close to you,
To feel a deep sense of passion so fresh so new,
And if I do close my eyes to kiss your lips,
Would you still be there when they open?
So maybe I'll just wait a while,
Make it last for as long time would let it be,
Holding you this way is more than enough,
More than I expected I could have.
I want for love to be wild
and intoxicatingly sweet-
a lilac haze of laughter,
the plumpest seed,
gentle, like those mornings after
two lovers mingled over kisses,
yet hungry, even ravenous for more
I want for love to sometimes become furious,
bare its teeth
and demand to be heard-
it should feel uncomfortable at times,
both foreign and home
on the same land-
its soil freshly plowed,
healthy,
and waiting to give birth
I want for love
to simply love me,
and let my roots dig in
The woman whose eyes tell a tale of a different story captures my curiosity. Wiser than her peers, whom she has fooled with a nonchalant exterior and disregard for her surrounding animosity. I see a heart and a real mind that's full of kindness and generosity.
Fierce and gritty, humour sharp and witty. Witnessing her side of madness she's kept hidden from the world, to me is such a pity. I am intrigued by the woman who smiles at me from across the room, so charmingly and pretty.
Observing as she tucks a loose strand of ringlet curls behind her ear, truly feels sublime, I could listen to that laugh forever, a timeless-sounding chime. Slowly in my direction and then closely walking by, the floral scent she left behind is sweet and intoxicatingly divine. I've yet to think of how, nor do I know when, but the woman whose eyes are full of tales, one day will be mine.
To be her true self always. To feel loved all of the time
This is the perfect sin
Its so intoxicatingly delicious
So delightfully wrong .
It seems this sin has taken hold
sank its teeth in
refusing to let go
On the surface I play societies game and denounce the sin
Beneath,
I reval in the idea of the dangerousness of the act.
I long to test the boundaries between right and wrong.
I skip along on the fine line of light and darkness
crossing dangerously over the edge,
then back again.
But what happens when I go to far
to come back ?
Will this perfect sin
overtake me
mind body and soul ?
How "perfect" would that be then?