Best Pinked Poems

Naked souls in meet
Spread across two continents
Our Turkish Delight...

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Honey, I'm home!! Did you miss me at all?
Where are you?
Yoo-hoo, anybody home??

Have you been extra good, and mmmm
the house seems so fresh and clean,...

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Her golden tresses float
one by one-- down
No longer her crowning glory;
simply a reminder of what was--
what cannot be--
tormented by those perfect coiffures surrounding.
She would gather...

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A morn's sun raised the blinds
As sunlight pinked the clouds
Its colors fell across
My lap, tinting my words
Sublime, pen and ink tried
To contain sentiment
As they spilled...

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Ah, morning glory, such internal blush,
defy the penetration of brash sun.
Oh, linger, trumpet of dawn within the dim
or haze of mid-morning's overcaste.

Oh, fairest of the...

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Love Unfolded Like a Flower
by Michael R. Burch

Love unfolded
like a flower;
Pale petals pinked and blushed to see the sky.
I came to know you
and to trust...

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BUTTERFLIES

Butterflies, in danger, realise,
and many have already gone extinct!
They could not adapt to climate warming.          ...

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Masked maiden
In lacy black frills
Manacled, chained
Sensuous thrills
 
Birthday suit bare
Heavenly toned
Sweetened and ripe
In wanting groan
 
With her laced black fan
She lures with her scent
He slowly...

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Her heart felt like it had been ripped out of her chest,
By a giant bear paw.
She had suspected for a few months that her twin...

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In slow dance, whispering conversation
Musics allowing bodily observations
Excited minds becoming so enticed
Firmness appears, pert as if iced

To her shoulders I lay a kiss, now more
Her...

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salted lips
brown skin sore pinked sand licked
eyes a squint in summer's reflection

oh see the sea froth in pure orgasmic delight
hear the wind stroke the breasts...

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The early dawn on the Western Isles allures me to awaken early 
A pinky red kaleidoscope attracts me through louvered panels 
Towards the windows I...

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Fine white powder dusts the landscape, fluffy
flakes flutter and fall, landing on our skin
now pinked by the freezing air, taking
delight in the beauty of the...

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Should I have so many nights as these?

   so starry and beauteous bright?

   moon hung like silver(an) shine;

   breeze...

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Rejection Slips 2

The Shape of Mourning
by Michael R. Burch
 
The shape of mourning
is an oiled creel
shining with unuse,
 
the bolt of cold steel
on a locker
shielding...

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