Best Seductions Poems
I lift you up, delicately
like a bouquet of flames in pink patient fever,
romantically, I rove your surface with fingertips that tingle,
the texture of your treated cover tempts an impatient lover,
I read your Title, Her World, Her War
subtitle, Surviving Sorrow & Love,
your emblem, embossed in opal
a quill spun across a heart spelling your soul,
I spread you open with both hands
my grip holding the breadth of your body
a scent of sensuous ink unfurles into my inquisitive senses
raising you into my fascinated face
smelling the cleavage of your binding
sailing my lips down the center of your special secret
having your silky ribbons root around my fingers,
breathing, in warm curiosity on your exotic fibers,
Loving me as I hold you in wonder,
as I finger your pages with fawning pursuit of pleasure,
speedily you whisper my name with no refrain
as my moist voice recites
your poetry of paradise and pressure points,
I venture deeper into your voluptuous volume
feeling sensations of starlight I do consume,
in your tome of thick passion I find a home,
I like to read you in the suspense of night
searching your love lines, tasting your grape vines,
touching your emotions, embracing your sweet seductions,
you get into my nerves like electric sugar
illuminated by your poems of ardor and prose of candor,
intrigued by the penmanship of a Princess, curvaceous and calculating,
I turn to the Introduction, to see a photo of the great Authoress
a face pretty in courage, a smile of beautiful strategy
your body of work legendary,
I kiss you because I must -
J.A.B.
If you were mine...
If you were mine…our footsteps would
dance on moonlit verandas
while candle lit shimmers enticed my smiled reflections
with your arms tightly around me
symphonies would play to the rhythm of your charm
as we swayed in the essence of forever
on cloud soft concertos of affection’s melodic whispers
eternal echoes would sing in harmony to your eyes,
hauntingly dark invitations to my endless destination,
soothing seductions comforting weathered longings
If you were mine…satin beaches would
eclipse tan line passions
beneath glistening waves of aquamarine salt water bliss
gently caressing the depth of our love
palm leaf shadows would weave embracing patterns
of ocean fed breezes tickling our naked forms
as sea foam fingers probe pearl smooth valleys
sunset tides would tease beneath star orchid heavens
blooming of every wished for fantasy…
lasting happily ever after upon sandcastles dreams
If you were mine…my world would
be a mosaic of delirious euphoric visions
in constant creative motion delivering sincerely
every ounce of joy your heart could desire
each sunrise would be the sweet essence of your spirit
vibrant in wonders of colorful poetic offerings
versed in accordance with your every need
happiness would begin with promises kept
as we walked along endless streams of hand held blessings,
two hearts loving as one forevermore
If you were mine…oh, if you were mine
Good night Soupers
The libertine flails his torches
Burning staffs in his hands aglow
Golden sparks from the kindle beseech you
To dance on flames that he throws
For he is a man they call Passion
No soul has escaped what he's sowed
Good bye to innocence
Only embers are left where he's roamed
Good bye to innocence
We all dance on the coals he calls love.
He is the thief we call Ardor
He spins plumes of turquoise and gold
Challengers fall, all are smitten
By warm sultry nights and moon glow
Behind his mask love is yearning
To break free of seductions steel glove
Good bye to innocence
His restraints bind us coarsely entombed
Good bye to innocence
We will dance on the ruins he calls love .
I am a captive in your sensitive and sensuous heart,
a palace of poetic and fragrant seductions
that slips veils of sexy silken secrets along my spirit's skin
and I desperately follow your sweating soul into the wilderness
that surrounds your fertile femininity,
we kiss in moments of heightened exhalations
and then we run and play further, to the edges of your paradise
discovering together how love tortures us
and why we need it so,
feeling the bindings of love's fire
around our bodies, we demand more
give it to me tighter, hotter, faster
press this love closer to my rage and wisdom
whip me with the leather braids of love's lessons,
care for my living bruises with lips that heal
bite my masculine will
with teeth that have carved beauty out of misery,
dig your nails into the thighs of my excitement,
hold me as I paint the wings of your heart my Love -
This poem was originally posted on New Year's Day, 2016 for the woman I love,
I hope the powers that be understand...J.A.B.
The Middle Time is now upon me,
The tune to which I dance grows somewhat thin;
A ghost remembrance of that cacophonous din
To which my steps were measured in my youth.
I know there lies now less before
Than all those days that lay within
The sepulcher of careless memory passed,
I apprehend the sometime bitter truth
That evil days approach my door
When much of what I've come to love will bid its leave
As I be forced to gaze aghast
At sights my eyes would fain not see,
When I to faithful hope must cleave.
Yet, what better time than this, the high point of the feast?
That Jester, Youth, has left the table
Leaving us the better able
To speak of things which more befit the greyed brow,
Matters weighty and sublime
Which better suit our natures now, though perhaps in tone more sable
Than such issues as delight the Fool,
Content the simpleminded sow -
Let us worthily pass the time
To Banquet's End, in company merry and refined,
Reviewing all we gained in Life's long school -
Establish what we value most and least,
Then say we fed our souls while yet we dined.
O grieve not that thy step be not so quick nor light
As t'was it's wont to be in bygone days,
Nor pine for carefree, childish ways -
They had their time, and sweet they were,
But now thou hast a surer, measured step
Nobler thoughts - the ones which stay,
Youth for all its joyful folly
Is not a state forever to prefer
To mind and manner better kept
From fancies and seductions strange;
Who but a Fool would be forever jolly
To deny his Midlife's further sight,
It's deeper view, it's wider range?
Form:
Rising Rituals
ravishing rawness
ravenous raunchy relief
riveting repeats
Special Someone
sultry seductions
sinful sensations surface
seeking saucy stars
Taming Taboo
teasing temptations
tremendous titillations
tempting the tyrant
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July.19.2020
Let the Pens Flow ~Alliteration Poetry
Sponsored by~ Jenish Somadas
Breathe my love, for I shall inhale
your ambrosial ambient air of amour…
and exhale your odoriferous obedient beauty;
For I’m lost in the winds of love,
as my heart melodiously murmurs…
Touch me, my love...for I await your rapture
a salacious sustain sautéed with sweet sweat…
our carnal collage cherishes the tender night;
Like illicit immortal idols infatuated and impassioned,
serendipitous seductions spreading through eternity…
Kiss me, my love...for I long your magnanimous moisture
your titillating tears deluged with a desire of devotion…
drinking nectars of erotic escapes and romantic rendezvous;
Caressing copulations amidst Anacreontic ambitions,
all this within your enamored enticing exhale.
02.24.2020
Placed 1'st...Thank You
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Sitting perched amid sanguines perfumed pillows ~
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Visceral emotions stirring deep inside of torrents
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Gypsies carousel heart; feelings, I hadn't quite known before...
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As gazing upon her lovely Roseates Beauty *
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Through transparents joyful pervious silk; vistives de jour canopy ~
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Sunlit enhancement embracing the warmth of this pleasure as
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Silhouetted perfection begins whispering her desires...
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Aurora borealis rising in this dawning as she smiles; celestial light's *
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Like shooting stars within my own breast risen these, temples of temptations
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Joy, wishing to collide now in this the church of, her soulful seductions ~
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...“A Virgin, Upon The Altar of Her Heavenly Love.”
Within the first moment of loving him, the stars
Fell silent in a soft whispers hush, mine beloved,
Sent from the spiritual gardens above, was this
Precious rose, whom pierced my heart with cupids
Thorny prong’s of devotion.
A melting comet descends, shattering my frozen
Crystalized soul within, for loving him I thus live
Again, and am renewed showed by his sacred
Petals of tenderness.
Passion’s fire in the blue skies of his eyes I’m
So lost, drowning heart first within seductions
Universe, divinities cascading shards of pleasure
Clasp as shooting stars singing our silken sheets
Of forever.
Silvered pieces of stardust dart above us,
As we promise our vows beneath the vast
Canvas of heaven, for in loving him two separate
Half’s have become whole, I’ve found the eying to
My yang, forming perfections circle of enlightenment.
Interconnecting vines woven around my emotions,
Blossom with blooms of his budding devotion,
In loving him I’ve found roots nourishment,
Growing stronger by his shinning smile,
And sunshine’s rays of everlasting kisses.
Oh do not the lords of the galactic universe,
Dancing within the fields of the twilight hour,
In tune with our wedding march, in timeless
Reflections do the pools of the moon,
Ripple with the hushed silence, as two
Lovers walk beneath them in reverences
After glow.
For in loving him, I’ve found my hero of
Companionship, devotion, and soul mate.
He is the lucky star that guides the rhythms
Pathway forward and where he goes I
Shall follow always.
Within the first moment of loving him, the stars
Fell silent in a soft whispers hush, mine beloved,
Sent from the spiritual gardens above, was this
Precious rose, whom pierced my heart with cupids
Thorny prong’s of devotion.
"POMPEII"
Her name was Pompeii
and I her mother,
loving her beyond measure,
took great angst, my heart bursting
from the betrayal -
she, taking several lovers
basking in the underworld
where men are fickle
leaving unfinished poems
on walls shaking like loins
buried deep and dry
in denial of her
sacrificial innocence,
welcoming rape, walking fire
tight, lost and moaning, there the
seductions are granted
in a last ceremony where
they lay entombed joined
burning at the hips
silent as ash glistening
powdery on parched lips
I left my feelings, volcanic
and unforgettable;
a romantic gesture,
I graffitied my message,
intimately on every door
and wall of their crumbling
hallways, passages filling up
with the feelings I felt,
they are all caressed by me,
faces upturned, beseeching
idealised, amorous, extreme
they are frozen touching
each others canvas, their
windows open now
to those that are closed;
the words missing
sentences to be completed
somewhere in the
minds of others
with sockets black coals
now glowing in another future,
they still hear me
shake with rage, my bones
like hell fire still crack to this day,
on another field, on another plane,
I am the soul of a lost world calling,
they will remember me
of me they will be afraid,
Corpus Inscriptionum Latinarum
their tongues will touch
and speak of what I have done
rediscovering my pure love for her
unravelling, they will seek the
missing words like a puzzle
found in a dream
the story is delivered
on a wall, somewhere
I have etched
in Vulgar Latin
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
gvlm
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Trump knows what you need
Is not chicken feed
But his lawyers skilled in seductions
Shadows darkest upon oblivions within hibernal hiding,
Decadent dining pleasures of pandemonium’s presiding...
Waiting is Hades Lord of delivering diabolic deception,
Enslaved souls are surrounding sacrificial seductions...
Falling Angels of abandonment amidst condemnation,
Suffering in silent sorrows are anguished and afflicted.
omniscient presence
light emanating his love
jesus saving me
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...this verse can be read backward...
Evil Escaping
Hiding hibernal within oblivions upon darkest shadows,
Presiding pandemonium’s of pleasures dinning decadent...
Diabolic deception delivering of Lord Hades is waiting,
Seductions sacrificial surrounding are souls enslaved...
Condemnation amidst abandonment of Angels falling,
Afflicted and anguished are sorrows silent in suffering.
presence omniscient
love his emanating light
me saving jesus
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July.06.2020
My Faith Poetry
Sponsored by~ Regina Riddle
Placed 1'st...Thank You
Paroxysmal passions of preying eyes,
Whispering waves upon warming ocean…
Harmonies hankering hearts hypnotize,
Melodic mists of driving devotion.
Yelling and yearning youthful ambitions,
Sizzling summers endure exotic heat…
Posturing pleasures amidst positions,
Capitalizing confidence complete.
Adoration and affection flaming,
Tendering tears of cascading desire…
Lavender lips erotic exclaiming,
Sensuous seductions sacred of hire.
Summer heating upon flux flirtations,
Settling storms within sexual stations.
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...this sonnet can also be read backward...
10 syllables per line
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June.12.2020
Summers heat sonnet Poetry
Sponsored by~ John Hamilton
Placed 3'rd...Thank You
Tell me
what did I do
to deserve your scorn
your hatred
I came in peace
to bring you God's love
for your heavenly father
our father
Does love you immensely
I came only to give you
a message of hope
Hope for eternal life
a wondrous life
full of peace and prosperity
but
you wouldn't listen
I tried to warn you
of the snares set by the evil one
of how your words
your thoughts
your actions
were induced by his seductions
you began to hate me
I told you
you were not part
of the evil one's world
that you belonged to God
our father
for you did not choose God
it was God
who chose you
to be his special people
that it was his desire to
bestow upon you
his eternal blessings
again you would not listen
you began to despise me
I spoke of how
it broke my heart
to see you
willingly carry out
the evil one's desires
for he is a liar and a murderer
he cannot stand in truth
and for this
I was persecuted
beaten
and condemned to death
But
I still love you
anyway
You play me for stupid.
You strum me with lust
across the brass bed,
all the words lying in the dust
of an old refrain.
You play me for stupid
while your smiles suck,
fluttering eyelashes duck
down to cover this
pain in here.
The slithering stealth
of your seductions
no longer intrigues.
I play my deductions,
subtraction reaction
as you disappear
with your tambourine.