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Like A Girl
I play like a girl, I hit like a girl
You say I throw like a girl,
And, when I run -- I run like a girl!
All that plus more, enjoy this one size fits all
Who and what I want comes from being strong
Classy and fabulous,
THIS is my song!
I've been told, cut to size
The world dark and gray, when life becomes an insult
Take heed when I speak my mind,
I am tough, outstanding and beautiful!
Move ahead --- say it twice, I smell nice
A taste of Cool Water and Justice Perfume
I have a non-stop multitask fixation
Like a woman, everything about me is hidden
Magic and alluring the only joy in sexuality you'll need
I'm empowering this moment!
Endorsing Myself, with a certain sorta mystique
I deliver an independent will,
don't ever underestimate my physique
I am a caregiver, a female who won't give up the fight
I remain firm and believe all women have equal rights
I walk and talk Like A girl
wearing heels Breaking the sound of Annabel
Like, Mona's unforgettable smile,
I stand tall Like Miss Liberty
I am, Betsy Ross, America's #1 designer
Harriet, who escaped slaver-y
Like Theresa and Mary, I'm here to give change
I am, Hilary overwhelmed with determination
A leader -- A Goddess, I burn like Joan
---Cleopatra in the room
---Calamity Jane's wild side
Emelia's, won't give up heart
I am Anne, with a secret hidden spot
Susan B, with the right to vote
Emily who writes deep and pretty
The sound In your eyes aren't listening!
You imagine I am weak -- not strong enough -- brave enough,
You call me different and difficult!
Still, you want my warmth -- my love -- my attention
I am not less, I am more
I am a woman -- I frown -- I cry -- I hurt and yell at the universe
Nevertheless, I make a difference
Like a girl, I smile
A smile never seen or felt before, both defined and undefined
Your heart will ask and implore for more
Like a girl, I'll drive you wild, looking pretty "You're In Love!"
My Self confidence comes from who I am deep inside
Everything I've become follows the makeup on my face
Bare and nude, I am the Madonna flowering the mood
At the end of every day, I have one other thing to say
The Next Time You ask me to cook and clean
Because you think, I belong in the kitchen
You better believe I'm doing it my way
LIKE A GIRL
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2015
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*Secreto de Medianoche*
~On this very Night~
I found myself in a
FANTASY
Camouflage in lace,
I run my hands all over the place
Wet whispers drop in between
In a soft stroke,
I touch the tan on my skin
Pure sweetness unfolds
The perfumes in the air - Arouse
every sexual intention inside
Without a care,
I'm lost in the moment,
Every feeling at this point,
feels erotically insane,
In a seductive way--
the night whispers my name,
A freedom flight - into the night.
(Like the wind)
Caressing my breast, my legs tremble
Beyond the haze, into another world
Never pointless - A new sensation
My fingers slither, a play tonight
Circles in motion,
Vibrations and self-soothing lotion,
I touch myself gently,
Thinking of you relentlessly,
Looking around,
The night echoes a whimpering sound,
Embracing the secrets inside
I squeeze the dark damp sheets-
Moaning and moaning, repeatedly.
Holding my silk pillow, groping my knees,
I run my finger on my lips -
Satisfaction complete!
Back into the realm of dreams.
~Tonight~
:)
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013
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Liquid Heaven
A feast for my womanly inner beast!
I tease, I please, you have me on my knees
I wring my hands, you oint my head
With your fingers locked in my hair of red
You -I call Master!
Begging for forgiveness, in a position of love
My words are bashing with one stuttering sound
Moaning & Moaning,
As you make my head spin like a merry-go-round
Craving for you to unleash a liquid heaven sound
My body speaks and mumbles a language meant for you
A touch of intimacy, that lathers up like liquid glue
Sticky but, yet so compelling
My tongue slips silent beloved words of joy into the air
You play the master of this dark solid room
This dungeon's all I consume
You engage me, to provoke you with everything I got
Yelling, please master don't ever stop!
At this moment, I yearn for excitement
To feel the arousing sensation of your presence
That melts me and chill me with a flow that does not kill
I'm your thinker
Your muse and poet
You are my composer creating liquid tunes
Come here and expresses the hardness of your boldness
I confess to you my love
You are all I'm dreaming of
You drive your hands all over
Reaching every steamy spot
Encourage me to stimulate your mental needs
You are the master withholding a liquid element
In me, you release fluids that hit like a silent tide
A desire that comes with a full force of the fire inside
I crave for the taste of your lips
Your hands on my hips
Your fingers with a tight sensual grip
I dedicate my heart and my lust
To get lost within every push of your trust
Like a treasure deep underneath the sand
I'm addicted to the feelings of your command
Your hazel eyes are the sunrise
You bring out the obsession,
And my sweet tooth temptation
Like the moon above a misty night
Seducing me in every way in a poetic write
YOU, MY LOVE!!!
Your liquid heaven is the beginning-
-Of my delicious delight!
by: PD
**A sweet Dedication To My Babe**
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2011
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~STRIP TEASE~ Featuring:) SKAT
Silver Skimpy Ink, String, A POET DESTROYER's bling, bling
Think of me as a human ditty delicious decoration,
Something along the line of a sweet tooth temptation
Cherry tastes, between the slit of tender toast
Fine jumble jam slams down the tongueless throat
Dance like a diamond on The tight South Pacific Rim
I'll feed you with a slithering seductive sound
My hair soaking, -wet and wild, tonight I trim
A dulcet apple acrostic bottom, to squeeze the greed
Feathers, on top, poetic diction describing to please
At times, I'm in deep dire need of something sweet, and sour
Endless epic words, and ode to the naked poetic world
We The Women and Men of poetry,
Reveals far more than any nudity found in a bar
It does not matter how you do it or who you are.
I'm an entertainer, of Poetry,
The good, the bad, the freaking awesome
Don't worry, I keep my clothe On :)
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Symbol of the spiritual Sexy SKAT Slang
--Provocative-- A slippery succulent, scrumptious kiss
Counterparts working the tension, another arrant appetite
I am the Illuminati illusion, laminating luscious illustrated letters
Indulging in the, satire of one stilt spoken sunset
Like a child's spiking temperature, I often throw tantrums,
Teasing attentions, by incorporating a pole, paper and pen,
If someone is uncomfortable with facing the fact,
When I reveal everything, without removing my high heels
Then you must not be worldly or women and man enough
I love to spoil and slur my scenery, using my best assets
My strength and power parallel, any unique universe
That's how confident the audience makes me feel
We The Women and Men of poetry,
Reveals far more than any nudity found in a bar
It does not matter how you do it or who you are.
I'm an entertainer, of Poetry,
The good, the bad, fantastic and fabulous
Don't worry, I keep my clothe On :)
~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014
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"How to tame the madness"
As I sit here, with intense dirty desire,
Tonight I think of you (the moon and stars)
To you, I send a redolent saimiri kiss
Read and breathe between fine lewd lines
Perfumed by the colors of the Enticing Equinox
Sensually, I create sweet serendipity
Inviting playful lips
Erotic wind and wild wanderlust
Streams like a river through time
I propose a good potion of wet lube
Take me to the furtive imagination of your soul
Embrace the tan and texture tonight
Touch the summer ripples riding high
Promiscuous and delicate, I advocate lust
A quilt meant for deep and trenchant love
I shut my eyes to feel an Orphic flora floor
Stimulating a hot, sultry siren kettle
On this night the tingle of passion penetrates
A hypnotic talisman that lets me, please
Inviting ----------- You
~*~
Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2015
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~Do Not Trust a Word, He Says~
He speaks of sunken treasures the way no other man
The map of his essence is drawn in the stars
His smile of gold ride out the waves
The moon is pulled by the prestige of his masculine art
With great pleasure, your heart now sits in a glass case
His love lavishes making every moment memorable
This gentleman cultivates you from every direction
Your blood rises to his flirtatious ego
His eyes, manipulate you, invade every dream,
Endless lust, pulled by the enigma of dragon dust wind
Falling flowers of forgetfulness, when lost in his touch
He endures, he breathes in ways you can't resist
Uttered words easily wrap around your heart
In a game of trust, his lips persuade another kiss
Like a syndrome, you babble and drool ---- stepping all over yourself
You are naught more than a fool in love,
Trusting and believing every golden word spoken from his lip
~I LOVE YOU~
( A Poet Destroyer Collection)
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2015
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I have loved - I have felt ivory love bliss colors.
I have ridden sapphire air of crimson ecstasy -
and touched the silver stars.
I have felt gold, silky, lilac joy move
and embrace my harlequin heart.
I have melted to tangerine delight caresses
tingling my willing, fuchsia skin.
I have been lifted - and turned - and tossed -
on sensual, erotic waves that travel bold -
through and between me
3-11-16
Brian Strand #213 / 10 lines
7th Place
Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2016
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Rotgut ruined many a young man,
this ole town and the hooch.
This 'ere night the rains comin' down,
hey thar, Zach need a smooch?
Refrain
The night's real wet and the bed's warm;
we'll hoochie coochie all night long.
Hang up that hat bring 'ere that gun
ride ole Sal's coochie coo ...
I'll warm ya up though; I ain't cheap,
git your twin spurs right 'ere
'fore we go up and take a poke
why not buy me a beer?
Refrain
The night's real wet and the bed's warm;
we'll hoochie coochie all night long.
Hang up that hat bring 'ere that gun
ride ole Sal's coochie coo ...
Sure the cards call, you've got gold
but why spend it right thare?
There's two ripe peaches over 'ere
and a sweet plum; I swear.
Refrain
The night's real wet and the bed's warm;
we'll hoochie coochie all night long.
Hang up that hat bring 'ere that gun
ride ole Sal's coochie coo ...
Slow he came to his Sally ride
up the saloon's stair case.
Behind closed doors he spent the night
with 'er limbs interlaced.
Refrain
The night's real wet and the bed's warm;
we'll hoochie coochie all night long.
Hang up that hat bring 'ere that gun
ride ole Sal coochie coo ...
* see the picture IN ABOUT THE POEM ;)
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2014
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You don’t know this woman
You haven’t got a clue
This paragon of beauty
Is a mystery to you
You think that I’m so gentle
You think that I am tame
That’s just to get you going
And trap you in my game
You think that I’m so giving
You think that I am sweet
But I’ve come to devour
And you’re my tasty treat
You are a man of steel now
But you’ll melt under my gaze
You'll toss and turn in torment
Eyes blurred in love sick daze
You think you can withstand me
I laugh at your demise
Your body burns like kindling
You're scorched by smoldering eyes
My hands are fierce and vicious
I tear to reach the prize
Then sear your flesh at will
Press in to sturdy thighs
My lips, they ravish your lips
My mouth burns down your neck
My tongue brands all your body
Leaves you a melting wreck
You cry out in your moment
You clutch my hair, you sigh
No ease in the momentum
Till flaring flames run dry
You pant in sheer delirium
I speak the words you need
I coax you to the heights now
My wanton passion freed
The world explodes around us
Inside is molten fire
I’ve rocked you to the heavens
But I’ve sated MY desire
And when the blaze is over
I lick your sweat dewed face
I smile the smile of triumph
And leave without a trace
PRACTICE FOR SEDUCTION CONTEST! ;)
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014
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Your feelings in a group of touring innocence
travel up North towards trust and sincerity
in sweet submissive care like a carefully rubbed suede.
You put day light into your entrapment
for noontide to go nonstop.
Caress from yonder, massage from under
your skirts make appetite nonchalantly mourn
your legs present so nutraceutical to manly weakness.
If your bones are licked by wild beasts
the jungle would be protected by the ghost of sweet affection.
If the rains fall through the planes of your body
vapours of lust and desires will spring out of the Earth.
Your expensive flare, expresses you as a needed nougat
sliding pleasurably though wet lips in a greasy enjoyment of noodles
with aroma and taste capping up a nouvelle cuissine.
Night is dead from your day-long engaging chemistry
making the aggression of your nubile emission
in ration to any attempted resistance an improper fraction
when the night's light strike your contrasting body
for the creation of a mobile image so dark and graceful,
nature will sit down beauty for a serious interview.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016
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A beat of drums, a song of solitude.
A deep and timid red, so softly hued.
Majestic beauty, truth is deep like night.
I come to play, if playing Queen is right.
A love is tempting, lust is just a game.
I steal a kiss as fears do turn from shame.
A sigh, a tie, I twist in pleasures sting.
I close my eyes, it's worth remembering.
A song of sex, a dance, I need to hear.
The sound of rushing, breathing, near my ear.
I tie a rope around a willing wrist.
A tie so red it makes the roses twist.
A puppet, pawn, my game is chess, I win.
A check, my mate, be ready to begin.
I feast on pain and pleasure, giving more.
Enjoy the time behind the dark red door.
08-05-2014
Copyright © Casarah Nance | Year Posted 2014
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A curvaceous lady named Mary
Just loved having sex in the dairy
When smothered with whipped cream
Her beau would lick her clean…
His Calorie intake was scary!!!
14th June 2016
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016
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An Ode to Femininity and Romance -
The background music of this delicate poetic arrangement is intended to be played softly as you sit back and reminisce on romantic memories while creating new ones - Perhaps with a glass of red wine and - Oh! Don’t forget the chocolates.
The cadence of her heart keeps rhythm to the music
She sits alluring in the soft candle light
Her senses so heightened but she ponders escape
As butterflies flutter her stomach tonight
SHE’s the mirror of all dreams
Invisible strobes pulse as his aura manifests
Eyes meet - energy spikes across in a mist
Static shock she recoils as his hand touches hers
At first she draws back but she cannot resist
SHE’s the sculpture of natural perfection
Warm embraces and moist tender kisses
Twin peaks straining to break free from restraint
Like coronas on planets - her circles a flare
A consuming wild passion that cannot be tamed
SHE’s the taste of pleasure and its themes
Consensual yearning all inhibitions lost
Outer trappings asunder - bare naked as created
Petal smooth skin brushes skin - tingling sensations
Intense tension of concupiscence now elevated
SHE’s the rhythm of sensual orchestration
Like the cleft in a smooth mound
Caressed by the morning dew
A flood of bliss and passion
Crystal clear droplets accrue
She’s the emotion of love’s fire
Feathery strokes brush a valley of desire
A precious pearl glistens in its soft silken fold
Aching for release of an exquisite union
With the sensually smooth bud of a single stem Rose
SHE’s the personification of sensation
Passion and love ignite flames of pleasure
A tunnel of love bidding invitation
To her rhythmic breath - the beauty of her charms
Candle flames dance in perfect syncopation
SHE’s the aroma of desire
A pulsating Venus like the evening star
She arches yearning to greet the risen moon
In ardor of passion the lovers melt
Climactic ecstasy close she purrs as they swoon
SHE’s the song wafting from above
Unbridled they move in perfect synchrony
While deep from within warm spring’s release
A joyous flood of bliss and passion
To meet and to quench the explosive heat
SHE’s the reason of loving stimulation
In the gentleness of loves' creation
Naked in the innocence of a newly born
Lying languid and satiated like twin spoons nestled
Awakes and looks at the glory of early morn
SHE’s the epitome of LOVE
The meaning of life - IS SHE
Acknowledgement:
To RP (the Reluctant Poet), who refuses to be named and is reticent to be acknowledged as a brilliant Poet in his own right.
This poem is dedicated to his ‘SHE’ and all the SHE’s in the world. Thank you so much RP for your contribution.
(RP is not from Poetry Soup or any other Poetry site or publication).
Footnote:
‘SHE’ - is an unashamed expose` on the beauty of female love and sexuality, the foremost gift of our primary instinct - the source of our existence.
A Gift - of pleasure bestowed on humans to be enjoyed with no boundaries of age or gender.
A Gift - of joy unrestricted to only the humans whenever fancy takes, unlike all other species which is restricted to time of procreation.
A Gift - that owing to misguided conditioning of the ‘System’ and Religious agendas, is embarrassing for women to share and only appropriate to air in a sterile or clinical manner.
A Gift - that is denigrated to veiled humor and has been disparagingly described in ugly words or actions.
A Gift - that because of the stigma of communication, has been the cause of many women’s intimate health conditions from time memorial.
And Yet - it not considered shocking to speak openly about our gourmet delicacies, our overindulgent eating and drinking habits.
The topic elicits thought and makes one wonder - Why?
Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2017
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Mardi Gras "The Medieval Story"
On a hot, heavy night in Orleans,
Joan and Jane were seen rubbing chest on chest
An inviting, intimate moment, to undress
Two pretty trimmed tops, eating like dames
They touched in ways, that drove those who make war insane
The secret spilled before the sun sprawled across the floor
Medieval England, banging on iron set doors,
All around men and women, wanting to witness the whiplash
Beads and beads of love, thrown at their feet
Joan' and Jane', having fun in front of, yesterdays courtyard
Sweet acts of flagellation were performed to stimulate the crowd
Screaming, and receiving, intense, brutal lacerations
In the eyes of endless nudity, everything wet in between
Left to right, a secluded society, dance in masquerade
Two men rise and ravage Jane, from hip to hip
Join-in, was a Jouster, and Lord Johnsburg,
They came in a little closer to claim, Joan
Closing, and inflicting as much damage as possible
Crestfallen forces of the unknown, -the audience grows
Remain firm and indulge this wet period of the Middle Ages,
The first crusade held stones in each hand,
Applauding to neck the beauty of friends
A noose hanging high held no head on this day
Yelling to feel the pain perils of anguish,
This was in reality the vassal of Jane
The King, ask to see them on their knees
Before he seeded, sending the Spanish tickler,
Fetching for the finest skin
At her end, Joan, watched Jane, spread like never before
Perfumed skin, rising up in smoke, -Joan's final stroke
Left burning at the Stake, In a Medieval World, from hell
The Siege of Joan and Jane did not end well
A lonely Bard, now sits and sings a sadistic tale,
A tale, of dirty deeds, -a dancing bloody masquerade
Joan and Jane, compensating for the Mardi Gras Parade
By: SKAT
Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2014
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Oh sexy man,
in line ahead of me,
you look like a dream,
are you golden band free?
Oh sexy man,
you're looking at me,
my hair is a mess,
my jeans have holes in the knees.
Oh sexy man,
here you come,
asking for my number,
my hands just went numb.
Oh sexy man,
a movie will be fine,
then we will gaze at the stars,
and sip red, red wine.
Oh sexy man,
we are a perfect match,
together as one,
my fantastic catch.
Oh sexy man,
so kind, and strong,
I'll love you forever,
you complete my song.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2009
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A DAMSEL ENCHANTS FELICITY
Aurora breaks,
Cinderella damsel enchants felicity,
gliding halcyon--
implanting jazzy kisses,
languorous murmurs. . .
Nectared opulent press
quakes reactions.
Succulent tissues urge
virginal wanting: xerothermic,
yearning zenith!
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*** xerothermic -- adapted to or flourishing to environment that is hot and dry
halcyon -- care -free
CONTEST NAME: 10 OR LESS LINES
Contest Sponsor: Rob
~~2nd place~~
Olive Eloisa Guillermo
2:28 pm, September 23, 2015
Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2015
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Is it Love
a simple bowl of ice cream
sweating from the heat
cherries on the top
huddled 'round and looking sweet
two little wooden paddles
pretend that they are spoons
as we sit beneath the stars
in the savor of the moon
your lips are all I see
as they caress them with a passion
the cherries on your tongue
in a delightful playful fashion
with our eyes intent and focused
in a stare of solemn trust
Is this ice cream truly love
or is it merely cherry lust
Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2015
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I thought you the Master of Expression
Your verbal dexterity
Word play, a rarity: perfection
Nothing could be more eloquent
Nothing on earth as fine
Nothing as beautifully sublime
As that rhyme, that line
Or so I thought
Or so I believed until….
Your body spoke to me
And your words paled in the eloquence
Of your touch
Your lips moist from dying syllables
Closed over mine
Melting the last of them
All over my lips
the heat of your pilgrim tongue
Make letters come undone
One by one
Connotations and denotations of
Desire
All expire
And are reborn in sensations new
rebirthed in your touch
meanings refined
as our souls aligned
and our bodies intertwined
The flight of your flirting fingers flutter
Eliciting Electra Ecstasy
Syntax of sensuality
Spoken over the curves of my body
releasing........me
In "voice" thick with emotions yet silent to sound
you spoke.....
I heard….
“I want to claim you,” your eyes intimated
“I want to know your every hidden place” your hands demanded
“I will taste you until I’m drunk,” your tongue teased
And with the wonder of manhood you thundered,
“I will possess you and make you mine.”
Corpora of copulation reality
Soon to be
You~~~ made~~~ love~~~ to~~~me
In punctuation ecstasy
sexy synergy
of my mind and your body
A pause here
Bated breath begging
“Go on, go ON!”
Comma upon comma, you carefully placed
poignant pauses to separate
the onslaught of your list of sensual treats
drawing me on that exclamation culmination
FULFILLMENT
Of you...and me…
Eloquence of oneness beyond word degree
Silent serenity
let eternity now just BE
I thought your words were divine
Perfection of Pleasure
Wonderment of wonder
Eloquence extraordinaire
incomparable linguistic flare
But your words paled
The day your body spoke to me
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Fictitious but Fun... ;)
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015
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A freak.
And I am proud.
Live loud.
Living.
For the moment.
Days spent.
Day dream.
Real fantasy.
It's me.
My breath.
Upon your neck.
Sweet peck.
Pecking,
Gentle kisses.
Wishes.
You wished
And I arrived.
Alive.
Living,
With primal need.
Lust greed.
Greedy,
I take it all,
Your call.
Calling,
A freak must play.
My way.
Way out,
Beyond the norm,
A storm
Storming
Thunder I roar,
Come more.
Coming
Never going,
Knowing....
I know
It all must end,
My Friend.
Does this train ever have to end....
12-4-2014
For Contest: Mussettle train
Copyright © Casarah Nance | Year Posted 2014
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It is a sun splashed day; the air is silent with the sound of waves
from an ocean moving to the rhythm of crying gulls.
The sand underneath my feet is warm and soothing.
The crashing waters from a wind sculpted waterfall swims
into the arms of its mother sea.
It is a private beach at a spot in the world
were the Caribbean Sea and The Atlantic Ocean hug.
It is a strange sensation of hot then cold, that tease the senses.
The young woman with me is my lover of four years.
The golden rays of light from the bright morning star
lives in the flow of her platinum blond hair.
In her eyes I can see the bright clear blue ocean, warm,
but with a piercing love glare that sends shivers up my spine.
We are young, in love and safe
inside a perfect glossy postcard background.
Her red lips and light drenched skin glows
with the beauty of this perfect Jamaican day.
Without a thought I grab the back of her head,
jerking my lover's whole body towards me
locking her in the strength of my grasp
inviting her to quench my desire.
I bite her lips before engaging in a deep passionate kiss
and remove a barely there bikini from her statuesque figure.
She embraces me as I lift her in my arms
naked for all the Gods to observe.
I set her down under the refreshing flow of the rushing waterfall.
She attempts to pull at me, but I deny her.
I hold back both her arms and use my mouth
to suckle her all the time absorbing the beating waters
that kneads my flesh, like so much dough.
Suddenly I set my angel free. She pounces on me,
like a lioness in heat famished for the taste of flesh.
The world disappears and I find myself willingly trapped in a void.
Nature's voice conducts an orchestra of emotion.
We writhe in the ecstasy of touch.
With the strokes of a divinity fingers paint a portrait of rapture.
We dance now to the precise notes
of an escape into the arms of serenity.
In one fluid movement, our bodies become one.
There is no end to the divine flavors we share.
Cooling waters flame our sins.
We explode like a building
imploding gracefully to the roar of infinite sound.
Until eventually we pass out naked
locked in each others arms.
We find ourselves lying on the warmth
of the fine white sand beach when we awaken,
tattooed in the telling shades of a Jamaican suntan.
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014
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ONSET OF PUBERTY
Strong became the want to see female flesh,
an unclothed figure for a hand to rest,
with fingers to feel and further refresh,
and touch the softness of a firm breast.
The soft fair skin of a wholesome bosom,
the jutting excitement of a nipple
like a rosy-pink flower in blossom,
to enhance the lust though not as ample.
Childhood games changed to teenage desire,
as began the young boys change to manhood.
So too began a young heart to acquire
more meaning, depth for which love’s sharing stood.
A search began to find true love to share,
lovingness, of feelings beyond compare.
T.J Grén
Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015
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Pantheress on the Prowl
She stalks her prey like a pantheress
on the prowl, confident and self-assured as
she glides into the room. She’s squeezed
into a low cut, body hugging, ruby
red satin wiggle dress, wearing silky black
stockings and patent leather stilettos, exuding unbridled
sensuality, the epitome of sexuality and desirability…
she stalks her prey like a pantheress.
Note: This poem was inspired by the Rock N’ Roll song, “"Maneater” by Hall and Oates released in 1982.
(Form – Enjambment posted as Verse – 8 lines with 7 words in each line.
The 1st line and the 8th line are the same)
12-04-2014
Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2014
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Wrapped In Honey Of Her Naked Pies
Are memories really just our souls leaving
in clouds of shimmering hot mists.
And what of love and all that hot heaving
or stored memories on lustful lists!
Can the mind create truth from mere dregs
women so beautiful your brain cries.
All curves, graceful long ,long sexy legs
wrapped in honey of her naked pies!
Alas! Say it tis not a treasure imagined
what of the deep sensations of bliss?
Or her choice of lingerie in latest fashion
epic thrill of that greatest ever kiss?
Slay me now, if my treasures are not real.
I want no world devoid of that hot night's thrill.
R.J. Lindley
June 6th, 1983
Sonnet, on my terms....
Note_ Too hot, was deleted, graphic
details of that first night and ******** *** ************
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016
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What attributes are considered sexy to guys?
the face
the lips
the eyes
A lil junk in the trunk
Betty boop thighs
Suckable watermelons
Lips that are quick to spread
Accessories to blind
What ever happened
to what's behind all that?
See the person that I really am
Look into my heart
See beside what you want to do to me
in the dark
Stop reminiscing about my lips
Do U want to dive deeper into this?
And I don't mean what's between my hips
I heard your tryna bring sexy back
Well do U wanna know what's sexy to me?
Tap me on the shoulder and just ask me
Am I sexy?
Copyright © Shahana Jackson | Year Posted 2006
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buck wild
rodeo style
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PENNED ON AUGUST 14, 2014!
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014
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