Best Sumptuous Poems
cuisine if desired
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Sweet is thy love because thy love is true and divine
Sweet is thy lips because thy lips are sweeter than many
fine wine, and i enjoy drinking from your flowing fountain
of love.
Sweet and enticing are your fleshy assets living within
your bosom nest and to enjoy your nipples i can never
resist making desirable request.
You open your doors and invited me in and with expressed
passion you displayed your hungry desires and with electrifying
ecstasy i set your entire body on pleasurable fire.
Oh sumptuous woman allow me to travel slowly all over your
skin so smooth and richly mellowed to taste of satisfactory and
glamorous story.
There are no hollow vacant spots, because from your flowing
fountain comes sumptuous substance and how much i like that.
Oh sumptuous woman with unabated passion, this is where i
wish to be; inside your well kept place of glory.
You welcomed me and with enticing hospitality you accommodated
me while i travel between your walls and enjoyed the warm reception
of your prize property.
Help me loving you while you loving me, oh yes with sweet love and
affection; this is an open and honest declaration of hungry desires
needing fulfillment.
Pleading for more because within you beautiful and sumptuous woman
is love galore and i have for you much more in store.
familiar feelings feigns
odd emotions strains
pulpy punctured projection
ensconced eerie erections
contract into span
gulped by trance
mystic meager mass
assumed airy mask
met mushy task
inky oily infection
curl callous combustion
scribbling damped solutions
emotions sans vibe
sanity scrunched bribe.
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Let ‘s do a rain dance
call forth a sumptuous day;
Hide inside with me.
Have you ever seen a pair of Nine West Folowe Pumps in Red Blooms Floral - or ever held a feathery pair? They offer the pure pleasure of perfection.
You can see them popping up lately, in streetwear silhouette, matched with Dolce & Gabbana’s floral-print leggings, making a duet of blooms—petal upon petal, like a garden in motion, or paired with the new, high-waisted barrel leg jeans, lending a flash of elegance, a bright flourish against dull denim.
They’re visions, wrought as if by the hand of Michelangelo, who once from marble freed David’s pose, or da Vinci, whose brush summoned the Mona Lisa’s secret smile.
In form, they’re d’Orsay cut, sporting curves as deliberate as the Sistine vaults arch. The stiletto heels rise with the ambition of a cathedral’s spire - neither too proud nor too meek, but balanced, like the symmetry of a butterfly’s painted wings.
Upon their surface, blood red blooms unfurl - petals as vivid as spring’s first flush - each blossom a testament to an artist’s hand, in riots of color and romance that dance with the same spirit as a flowerbed at dawn.
No flaws mar their making: the stitchings are true, the fits precise—as if tailored by the muses themselves. Each pair offers its own unique foliations, bespeaking the freedom of a craftsman’s careful art.
Lastly, of course, they’re marvels of harmonious function, lightly cradling and lifting each step - comfort and glamour aren’t adversaries here, but partners in making each step a sonnet and each stride an artist's brushstroke.
Now, maybe you aren’t into fashion - perhaps you’re a male - oh, poor you, I’m sorry, but maybe, just maybe, in times of chaos, you long for the pleasure of inexpensive perfection.
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Songs for this:
Glamour Girl by Louie Austen
This is what falling in love feels like by JVKE
As delicious as it looks
gourmet feast piled up a mile high
~ blissful delight with every bite
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