Best Lips Poems
Kiss me passionately
Kiss with untetherd lips
Lips that are ripe
Lips that long to know everything
Everything waits for it's time
Everything has possibilities
Possibilities beyond limitations
Possibilities are laying in wait
Wait for me to come to you
Wait for my inexperienced touch
Touch me till you feel my longing
Touch the depth of your own wanting
Wanting and needing
Wanting that hurts
Hurts with a burning pleasure
Hurts with an ancient desire
Desire beyond our understanding
Desire that will not be contained
Contained you have been forced to be
Contained within your fathers image of innocence
Innocence must lead to mutual pleasure
Innocence is the doorway to your awakening
Awakening your true essence
Awakening the power of your being
Being more
Being a true force of your own nature
Nature and nurture
Nature will give way to trancendence
Trancendence to womanhood
Trancendence to your power
Power resides within your spirit
Power caresses your being
Being free to explore
Being aware of the moments
Moments that you will cherish
Moments shared with me
Me who wishes to know you
Me who has waited
Waited for you to be ready
Waited for our wedding day
Day after day imagining
Day and night you are part of my dreams
Dreams do come true
Dreams offer hope
Hope permeates our being
Hope that we will have forever
Forever can be felt in a moment
Forever pulses within your veins
Veins that carry the blood of our children
Moment by moment witness our becoming
For Justin Bordner's innocence contest.
Sky breathes red sunset
touches the heart in secret
Your rich scarlet lips
in a state of perfection
on edge of the horizon
17/03/2021
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
From the moment I heard about your myth,
I searched for the legend of your soft lips.
I wandered like a bewildered wordsmith,
confused if such elegance did exist.
I became a pilgrim of devotion,
roaming paths to oceans for just one glimpse.
Struggling to express this rare emotion,
I kept hope you would end my unloved jinx.
Upon a balcony facing the shore,
I saw a celestial sight of patience.
Before I could find the way to your door,
I became lost in a maze of silence.
Timid tongue was stubborn with resistance,
as you disappeared into the distance.
bewildered wordsmith
express this rare emotion
end my unloved jinx
a celestial sight of patience - legend of your soft lips did exist
May one love you like Shakespeare?
Write verses to bring you near.
In delicate sighless sips,
taste wine from your drunken lips,
as drops induce and seduce,
become drunk from your sweet juice.
As I was busy “being”
just who I am,
I didn’t care what others were seeing.
To be as they wish, would be a sham
and I will not be part of a scam.
People are really the sum
of everything that has touched their lives.
When others take issue with what you’ve become,
don’t expect to receive high fives.
If you stay true, your uniqueness survives.
No one can tell you what to feel,
when to laugh or how to pray.
The very act of being real
will find you rising above the fray,
dispelling regrets each day.
For if you submit to playing a role
that doesn’t fit your personality,
you’ll dig yourself deep into a hole.
Don’t succumb to others’ mentality;
maintain your individuality.
*English Quintain by Carolyn Devonshire for Nancy's "Unzipped Lips" contest
Will Thee walk with me tonight ?
Amongst the spirits of Twilight
Gothic verse we wilt recite
I wilt gage not to bite
Wilt thee with me slowly dance ?
As we descend into lover’s trance
With thy charm thee doth enchant
Speak thy wishes
For thee I’ll grant
Both frozen in the midst of time
Our soulless bodies wilt entwine
Flush lips of blood sip scarlet wine
On those lips I yearn to dine
Permit my domination, let reality depart
Allow me to enter thy beauteous blackened heart
I implore thee anon, mine beauty of dusk
Within is a hunger, replete with lust
Cometh let us now abscond
Dip our toes in reaper’s pond
Milk the moon so we may swim
Filling it’s juices to the brim
Bathe with me in lacteous splendour
Mine hands around thy waist so slender
Our bodies melt to form a bond
And as we fuse I doth respond
So bid me now to take thy hand
And lead thee to a world so grand
We will liveth still into this night
Eternally dancing beneath spellbinding moonlight
Oh, goodbye sweet Summer, I will miss you,
Fall, I will embrace your stained-glass colors;
Invigorating crisp air and skies blue,
Leaves that tumble, spin- beautiful wonders.
The emerald trees lay down Summer gowns,
Now they swirl in bright gold, orange and red;
Delightful the twittering of bird sounds,
I love Fall- sorry Summer you are dead.
I snuggle in a sweater and mittens,
Hug my coat closer and pull down my hat;
On a park bench poems I have written,
For hours, hours contemplating- I have sat.
Fall leaves in my diary I will press,
Oh, spirit winds of Fall- my lips caress.
____________________
September 2, 2016
Poetry/Sonnet/My Lips Caress
Copyright Protected, ID 16-825-269-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Sonnet Contest, 2016
Second Place
Kisses kisses, Christmas wishes…
Underneath the mistletoe,
Kiss me high, kiss me low;
Read my lips with your fingertips…
Dip me in wine as we combine,
Show me yours, I’ll show you mine…
In the back seat of Santa’s sleigh,
Let’s enjoy the festive foreplay.
Dec.12.2019
Kissing Contest
Sponsored by: Bobby May
((((Happy!~Holidays! Everyone!))))
N/A... forgot to enter contest...duh!
Whiskey Lips So Sublime
Whiskey Lips step now over the line of true fire-water,
As a warm-burning brings forward one glowing sign.
The golden mead of sweet mountain dew appears now,
As each golden drop sighs it moment of escape and as
The alcohol signals and sparks the wildest of spirits in
One’s own true self!
This moment of sublime ecstasy excites and sparks your
Deepest inner-spirit and you begin to slur and sing loudly,
As your mind begins to reel from the drunken delight of
Your very own intoxicating breaths—noble, yet stupid,
As you become drunken forever under each psychic sip
You taketh from the deepest pool in the very depths of
Your eternal soul!
Your very eyes now glaze over a breathless message
You have found in the cheapest of whiskey bottles.
Saying a divine prayer to Almighty God Himself,
You open the bottle cork now and take notice that a
Little genie pops out of nowhere and begins to take all
Three of your mythic wishes granted together into one!
With that, this little genie shall begin dancing and singing
An ancient Irish whiskey song in your presence into the
Wee hours of the morning until you both pass out and fall
Into a drunken stupor with your whiskey lips so sublime!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid, A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – July 23, 2018
(Free Verse)
Hiding into the darkness of the alley
The wetness of the rain
Soaked upon my skin
My nakedness shows through my cotton dress
My hair drips as the rain drops fall
My breasts are potent with influence
Your hand sweeps across to touch my raised nipple
A budding rose lays within your finger tips
A sudden urgency to kiss my red lips
A silence so aloud there is no crowd
A force as you tear away my cloth from my soul
I throw my head back as you pick me from the ground
My tense leg wrapped around you
A must as you take a gasp as you enter
A wildness of the rain a wildness of the act
Nothing to distract as the beating of the rain hits down
Moments of pleasure of once hidden treasure
My breath is forsaken of this making
A pace to hard to disguise
Lighting starts the thunder rides my blood
A love shown through ravishing within
Precious delight reach all magic pulses sing
My scream is cried out
As red lips are kissed at midnight ...
Sarah Hales
Raven Speak Not To Me, For A Plague Flees Thy Lips
Sadness came, in clumps of ripping hard, smashing waves
as if morbid thoughts could such sorrows ever save,
none but the blind and deaf could know a darker realm
or more lost ship with, blinder captain at the helm.
Yet even in such pains, one must seek out the Light
for the blind can see, if they embrace truest of sight!
Wayfarer now in hideous ancient abodes
mind burning flames, blasts of misery that explodes,
born of the vile demons that plagued Master Poe
from fiery depths they sprang, as savage and dark foe.
What greater black-curse can one thus be forced to bear
or evil that sends monsters that nightly scare?
Raven speak not to me! For plague flees thy lips
weeping soul, prays not to enter such ghastly trips,
save your epic lashings and thy horrific calls
as well as scalding-hot brands from thy torture halls.
We that saw deepest pains, you once sent Master Poe
enter not chambers or beg more accursed shows!
Your friends attack, forcing each soul to further flee
from hell's first dark levels, with its pitiful pleas,
into caverns wicked, filled with flesh eating beasts
with each new arrival cry, more food for our feasts.
Sirens lure fleeing lost souls into black-sea pits
always seeking, more blood, deeper cuts, harder hits!
Raven, thy terror-nights will soon come to end
for in bright flooding lights, I have found a new friend,
stalwart ally, armed with more than long sharp teeth
one whose true faith, will silence thy calls from beneath.
Dawn's shimmering lights, you shall plague me no more
I bow to he, his powers seals your wicked door!
Robert J. Lindley,
Dark Poetry, ( Poe, Raven and Nightmares)
12-18-2018
When he whispers my name ,he makes my heart bleed out for him...
When he touch my face with his soft hands so slowly, he pulls my soul out of hell...
When he holds me so tight tell I can't breathe , he makes me melt inside his beloving arms...
He bite my tongue and I bite his soft , tender lips...
He capture me with every word , with every touch , with every heart beat...
I love him for who he truly are , for his beautiful soul , his sweet words ....
When I hear his lovely voice...
But.....
I never saw his face.....
Her Luscious Lips A Tantalizing Treat
A gust of cobalt blue winds grace her face
Brazen black hair outshines cerculean sky
She that dances forth with such princess grace
As if she were angel about to fly
And the woven gleam from those big blue eyes
Her luscious lips a tantalizing treat
Holding her so very tight as red sun dies
I pray true love never know its defeat
Her smile, beautiful as a floating swan
She that walks with the air of princess divine
She my Bathsheba I her loving Khan
And our life, our love making tis so fine
On silken sheets our bed bursts into flames.
Our life is true grand, as we play no games.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Feb. 19th 1975
Note: Written for my beautiful girlfriend Olivia.
She that rocks my world.
Oh,my! Oh,my!
Eyes focus lazily on my lips
A hunger for something other than food
Innocently imagining nothing more than this
Me & You
Only the tension of desire for the intimacy of
Sweet mouths pressed and mingling of breath
Beating hearts entwined.. the passage of time
The expression of tender love and bliss
Sharing a kiss.
Pure
luscious
decadent
self indulging
with the molten chocolate on your lips,
felt the finery of her burning fire,
as you placed your,
warmth on her
fine skin
as
a
moment
of rising
which held tales of
delicacy dripping in fine finesse