Best Maleness Poems

August wind, glass moon,serendipity...
two chairs gazing at each other in tender flow.
Hundred miles away, clouds gather
to fondle the opening and closing
of after- midnight refrains,
both trespassing a continental divide
to awaken upon scrolls of ramblings
united by the sorcery of mystic spaces
between humid lenses.

On such lit evenings, I...

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 Somewhere between our song, he is there
like a delicacy on my tongue;
on my fingertips he burns
the silence on my eyelids,
and even the pang that he leaves
is a blaze in itself.
And what is compelling
about the maleness of this star
is how his glance can still reach...

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It don’t mean a thing
When there’s no bling, bling, bling
No gold adornment or diamond ring.
A brother buying Rolex
In clothes starched and well pressed
Never notices the sister
Selling jewelry to eat.

Yet,
Praise God for the sons of Adam
Made in the image divine
Say “bones of my bones, flesh of...

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He walks into the room like liquid mercury
Deadly yet mesmurizing to the eyes
He molds into every woman he touches
She will ever feel his smooth maleness

He seems to be placing orders for the night
Who will get to grace his bed of pleasures?
Tomorrow he slithers away like...

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I noticed the uniform, and the heavy soled shinny black boots
Not the man within it, I apologized.

I remember the clean fresh smell of maleness, as they stormed into the house,
Broken glass, ripped down hangings, a slashed sofa, a pulled curtain,
A sudden maneuver to throw my...

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As most days go, this seems pretty good
Doesn't take much to affect my mood
Just a simple greeting like “Have a good day”
As I show up at the office in the nude

The reaction of coworkers sure tickles my fancy
With my dangly bits dancing around
They try not...

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Defining a Man ( A Letter to my Daughter )

What is a man in these modern day attitudes and parlances of our times
harder now, I think to define a man than maybe it was
but then maybe not, considering how much we all have learned

Rather it...

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Bouquet bride on a smitten horse,
Chocolate doubts and pastel thoughts.
Twister of love wails and hums,
Something wedding this way comes.

Envy ripples from jade reflections,
Last call for last chance objections.
Silenced by their kindred vows,
A shield of trust subdues the crowd.

Safe in a sleek four-wheeled cocoon,
Speedy whoosh travel...

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Our passion
                     By Sharon Maria Moemise


Thoughts of you marks the existence of my passion
Propelling me into a deep yearning
to be completely possessed by your maleness
Burrowing...

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CHAPTER SEVEN
 


this seventh month… a handful of sun dust
greets my aurora skin, touching every
lace of foliage: buttered stems, blushing leaves,
soft-boiled branches with upturned eyes
silky in the veil of July’s palette
face. farther on,

i wanted to smell its rareness,
how my own raw eyes pass behind occasional
veins...

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You got me in rifting feel twists
of bits not yet on my heart’s list.
You got me with your careless ways
that my ways had not come across.
Yes, you laid our mess in pain’s toss.
Now I know my body swelled grips 
wanting your sexy, sculptured lips;
your maleness...

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Into the light I stride
Letting my maleness 
Slowly subside
Feeling the warmth on my skin
Allowing my femininity 
To sink in,
Into the light I stride
The sensation of air 
Swirling
And sensually 
Climbing 
Stirring
Around my dress,
Into the light I stride
I beam 
In fullness of heart 
Of life
And self esteem....

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Although the scent of  laughter flows
Into  my wind-swept breath ,
I hesitate the call of his rugged charm
As   violin notes serenade temptation’s play
To crawl upon my luscious  flesh    igniting
Evening's spice of an earthy maleness …   ...

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What a long friendship with
moon !
I refuse to accept the blast.
Papa is dead, he said and
latched on to circularity.

I don’t seek the interbreeding
with terror.
It was me in reverse mode
of cryptomania.

Too stoic;stop. I think
I am wrong ; stop. And a serenade
for the lady luck. This life
was...

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The Day Your Child Stabs You
Version 1

In order to weep
I guess I must care; 
At least enough to stress
Over these words, to share. 
To her free mind, half mine
She stares down at me...
But not for one second 
But perpetual eternity.
Mistakes, unforgiven,
Yet nodded upon,
social contracts in...

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