Best Sleekness Poems

O, Valencia's prized possession,
perfected in your prime,
to pluck you without resistance
from a beaming, bowing branch...
Gravity's gentle transaction
would roll like attraction into my open palm.
To feel your textured tenderness within an easy grip,
senses saturated with sun kissed sleekness...
How juicy you must be underneath your polished peel.
Tenderness...

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Unwanted in Heaven, most wanted in Hell,
He’s the one to whom your soul you sell. 
Right from creation, the onset of time, 
The bane of mankind, a cartload of slime. 
What makes him outsmart those playing their part? 
Is he an upstart with an accurate...

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Cascading ebony curls,
weave her lean oak body,
Gothic vines scatter mustard buds,
clothing her Sultan figure,
Fingers  and appendages tangle in this mesh,
Droop against her sleekness,
Attemp to shun day`s life.
Underneath, bats perch dormant,
Spiders playfully weave,
Snakes await lunch,
Hypnotic Miss Spanish Moss Maiden....

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I Will Rise, Above Heart's Weakness
(I Will Rise Above -MY - Heart's Weakness)


Shall I bend, to your massive will
break chains of my aching heart
Or with infinite time wait until
life gives love's sweeter restart

Shall I cry, into your bad heart
show pain dripping in blood
Or wait until...

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Cecilia stood with him as my eyes filled with envied rage 
I had asked her to be mine at prom but was second to the stage
She dazzled the ballroom as bated breaths of onlookers viewed
Her figure in white satin caused all to experience an exclamatory...

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JAR OF LIFE....??

Like the thighs of a fresh virgin 
The softness of your lips embraced my origin 
You contralto voice like the echoes of the Moon filled the room to the brim
Each thrust into your thirty-two made my heart sound gbim! Gbim!! Gbim!!!

The awesomeness of...

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Since the beginning of time you’ve existed like a curse.
For some your existence forever their irritating scourge.
Your sleekness, glossy and tranquil as you lay flat.
Molding yourself to everything’s very shape and being.
Silently you lay there waiting on anything’s fleeting touch.
With no sounds or movement waiting...

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Our competition do lot more for us than friends, 
They teach us all the market trends. 
Friends are too polite to point our weakness, 
All learning comes from the competitions sleekness. 
Going to the extent of advertising our faults, 
Doing hard sell acrobatics and cheap...

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..But when he looked at her, sad as she was,
he knew he just couldn’t leave it because
she fired in him something way down deep,
entered his dreams when he lay down to sleep,
stirred in him something much deeper than lust.

“I wish I could help resolve all...

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He was thinking 

of the smooth black 

sleekness of the barrel

of the ball point pen 

divided in two by

a ring of chrome 

that married 

the two halves. 

a ring that brought

two halves together 

to operate as one. 

Two lives as one, 

he thought. 

How cold...

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the snow is lightly falling
it's sleekness like silk sheets
draping around a warm body
it's taste is refreshing
cooling to the tongue
i can hear my feet
crunching on it's stiffness as it 
gathers on the sidewalk filling in the uneven cracks
it's beauty is amazing 
serene and serenading
to me as...

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‘Farewell’, we thought the Four bade,
To the angering crime of Raid,
And suddenly they vanished with Brown’s Motorcade,
Sprouting disappearing wings!
‘The Four Accursed Things!’
Off with a B-M-W of superb grade,
Its color, a firm promise never to fade,
And sleekness, a salute to whom had it made …
And into...

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Kicking Tires

So that is next year’s model, is it now?
The vintage being deftly moved aside.
I feel oddly sorry for them both, and how
Her sleekness won’t survive the filthy ride.

The vintage is deftly moved aside,
the owner seeks his youth in pristine sheen
Her sleekness won’t survive the...

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My dishwasher is mine; It serves me well.

It makes glassware beam high with prisms of delight: forks sing praises minus grit between their prongs.

It combats the scorched blues: its low bass humming swirls like a river enroute to calm and cleanse.

Though, I am overburdened by...

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