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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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       ...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Is it wrong that I want
your arms around mine
Your fingers skating across my side
cheeks the color of red wine 
My emotions give me away, and I can't hide

Your gaze
So intense, that it frightens me.
Kissing the nape of my neck softly
Your Hot breath lingers intoxicatingly

I want...

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