Best Lubricious Poems

you course in my veins with prurience, wild
          immersing my marrow in urge, recompiled
               teceptors abducted the instant you smiled
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Sonnets XC-XCVII

Artificial Smile
by Michael R. Burch

I’m waiting for my artificial teeth
to stretch belief, to hollow out the cob
of zealous righteousness, to grasp life’s stub
between clenched molars, and yank out the grief.

Mine must be art-official?zenlike Art?
a disembodied, white-enameled grin
of Cheshire manufacture. Part by part,
the human smile...

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Little Lucy likes liver
Long legged Lou loves Lucy
Loquacious Lenny laments loudly
Lovely Linda listens little
Listen Linda Listen!
Laborious Leroy lives luxuriously
Lethargic Larry lies levitating
Liberal Lillian languishes longingly
Looking languid, lacking levity
Lexical Lexi, legendary lewd librarian
Loves licentious liaisons
Lecherous Lucas lubricious libertine
Looks lustily like leading lothario
Lugubrious lyric, ludicrous lines
Lacking lucidity,...

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For Cecil...

Feelin' like a moose, I drank too much o dat juice
I was kel on All That but now I fell flat
What happened last night
Will I ever feel all right?
Lubricious waves of melconcoly cascade like a torrent of falling stars
What happened last night
Now I'm hung-over,...

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A lubricious lady from Kent
one night to a nightclub she went;
there, she spied a young guy
thought she'd give it a try;
turned out, given that up for Lent!

So she lingered around at the bar;
when soon entered a Jolly Jack Tar.
Hello sailor, she said,
will you take me...

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The  full  moon gazed  blindly  upon  us, 
Its  light  peering  through every crack and  crevice, 
I  grabbed  your  hand  and  sprinted  near the  cliffs, 
Both  of  us...

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                    How do i thank 
               Jehovah God Almighty

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I re: egret forsaking gull friend where, heron eye twitter

Fictional account related
courtesy one pink flamingo.

Aves lusting for verboten tweet 
reed lubricious sin after giving
Twiggy another peck on the cheek.

Whenever this birdman 
alone with his thoughts 
(as they metaphorically 
worm their way to my nest 
of...

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These are prophetic poems and apocalyptic poems about the earth, climate change, global warming, extinction events, and mankind's role on an endangered world ...



Polish
by Michael R. Burch

Your fingers end in talons?
the ones you trim to hide
the predator inside.

Ten thousand creatures sacrificed;
but really, what’s the loss?
Apply...

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beneath pink
lace

the healthy scent
of pink perfume

in gentle slopes and
warm valleys

tender lingering touch
explores

the silken down
sheltering

pink mysterious
depths

of intoxicating
nectar

at life’s lubricious
center

beneath pink
lace...

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Upon meadows of luscious green,
A lubricious life of sweet serene…
Upon valleys of the vastness view,
A liquescent life of the dawning dew.

Upon majestic mountain’s perky peaks,
A loquacious life as Heaven soundly speaks…
Upon the refreshing rivers rejoicing runs,
A lacustrine life amidst smiling suns.

Upon caring clouds that hold...

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Modern Appetite
by Michael R. Burch

"Women, wine, song ..."

It grumbled low, insisting it would feast
on blood and flesh, etcetera, at least
three times a day. With soft lubricious grease

and pale salacious oils, it would ease 
its way through life. Each day—an aperitif.
Each night—a frothy bromide, for relief.

It...

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The Halloween queen puts cement in tarts
A crafty way to bond with a man’s heart
One tart is enough to stiffen one’s bits 
Witches have such extraordinary gifts.

This witch is not of the usual sort
Casting of spells is not par for the course
She’s a thriller, cement...

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what is love? 
if lust is must avoiding being hurt.
Thus, be taught 
the thought is fought when oriented
by lots in events that flagellates 
the tough innermost instinct.

Whereas, some beings feel unleaded,
we fret ,they flee
on a fraught forlorn freight from fear,
forced not to succumb to flair.
For...

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Katie’s ribs pressed against her skin,
the sharp angles of a body once soft.
She lifted her blouse, let me see—
the stubs, the little bumps,
two perfect incisions smooth as marble.
I swallowed.
Physically lubricious—I couldn’t do it.

Her perfume fought the chemo stench.
Coiffed mascara, a careful face,
a practiced smile, teeth...

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