Best Silkiness Poems

You must learn self control
Because if your heart Continues
To beat obnoxiously
when you imagine
My pink lips softly parting and calling your name
Or when you close your eyes
And dream of the way my hips sway
Thinking of the curves between my shoulders and my thighs
And that when you...

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Forgive me my beloved, if I love you too much,
obdurate emotions yearn for your tender touch.
Remembering the time I first heard your voice,
excited senses were intoxicated without a choice.
Vulnerable hearts merged to feel spiritually akin,
enraptured souls danced in delight from within.
Reciting romantic revelations like a...

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"Here she rests- my beautiful white rose-
                    on her white bed of satin- in repose."
           ...

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BUS STOP
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Coolness

Sublime coolness
How I missed you
Flowing into the house
Your feathery touch
Brushing my face
Lifting spirits

Coolness
Filling the body’s vacuum
Inhaling and
Exhaling too
Breathing you in
Letting you go
Chest rising and falling

Walking through coolness
Arms cut the air
They displace it
Then place it
In a basket
Like fruit
Stored against winter’s hunger

Licking at air’s coolness
As it flows...

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The concert had been perfect ...

Chaka and Al Jarreau on the grass at Foxwoods
     A dry and warm July evening
Sleepy full moon peeking up over the horizon
     (As if checking to make sure the jealous sun had...

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Silkiness embraced the lovers skin
Displaying a strong affection
With sensuality hint
Kissing with great passion
Communicating 
Without a word
Deep feelings
Boiling
Free...

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This is a classic Acrostic .. but with a twist, each even line has internal rhyme, each
odd line has end rhyme ... plus odd lines are 8 syllables, even 6.

Inside your smile, I rest awhile.
No words; just eyes that speak,

Yearning fingers, touch that lingers
On silkiness...

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“Spoke”



Could wilderness 
be paradise?
Silence arrives.

The winds of change
caress the silkiness 
of kiss from pain

through the taste of tears, pink,
soft the tongue stretches
feels along what remains vacant

novocaine numb inside, 
fire dreams burning fierce,
somehow still remain

salty the wound
stings carry courage forward
rolling on words without wheels 

along velvet...

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Sixteen Minutes to Ten


At sixteen minutes to ten it ended
snapped like the film in a theater camera
fluttering images slapping the hypnotized
beating against the white light’s call.
An empty coldness crept into the being
slowing the heart, seizing the nerves,
the warmth of the core exhaled
in vain attempt to...

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I feel disconnected from reality, she's to blame
She enchanted me; I was diagnosed with feelings that will never fade
Love was the prescription that carried a lot of weight
I surprise my peers and myself with my use of words, hold on..........just wait
Apologies for coming too strong,...

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( In The Thunder & Rain ) 
   
   The Thunder Is Your Moans The Rain Is 
Your Wetness... 
      I Place my Tongue under each drip 
and each drop... like my Tongue was a 
whirlwind...

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what comes to mind?
the delicate lips she possesses,
maybe
the silkiness of her hair you feel when touched by it
the gentle touch of her smooth fingertips
gliding across your skin,
what is she searching for,
hope, prosperity
could be the contentment,
the one you lavish upon her
showing her not lust
but love,
it weakens...

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Ooh, how he loved
sliding his hands
over the long silkiness,
the youthful curves
of his new wife,
over the negligee
before it rode up…
anticipation like driving a new car -
not comparable,
I know,
and at odds,
depending on
whether you are for the wife
or the car.
Ooh, how he loved sliding his hands
over the hood,
the...

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SIGH SO SKY


Cotton comes to you to quantify softness
Silk seeks you out to see supreme silkiness
A rose rises to you to remember a rosy aroma
A swan swims toward you to see sanctified grace
Cezanne would say you are syncopation and symmetry
Baudelaire would care to bow before...

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