Best Teasing Poems
One swift move tempting
sunburned curls to find
a whole new place
across her face
around vanilla shoulders
dress clings to hips
purple arranged on pouting lips,
kohl around almond eyes
calculating,
investigating lustful look
~~~~~~~~
twirl, swirl,
oh yes girl
High heels tango, abrazo,
hand on back, barrida
full stop... freno
breathless hunger
Tango. Castigada
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May 15, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Water they have kicked into the air on the sidewalk;
drowning scent of welcome rain, while they talk.
Hopscotch, doodle shapes chalk marks dissolving,
impulse, a test of youth, on one foot jumping.
Tease of laughter neath wet red umbrella…
Soft lips rile sunshine with the taste of vanilla.
Warmth flutter in response with no more talk.
8/9/2021
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Small talk
Body Talk
Flirtatious glances
Beguiling smiles
Warm electricity
Passion tingling
Eyes that tease
Torment and tantalize
Desire on every breath
On every quiver of the lip
Rhythm of bodies craving
That erotic embrace
The delectably sublime
Act of seduction
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In the clouds we play hide and seek
teasing giggles echo
Chasing wisps of flowing gown
when you disappear
I see your hand reach back to me
teasing giggles echo
Surrounding me with mirth
Catch Me
Kiss Me
teasing giggles echo
Angel wings flutter past my finger tips
My heart is a twitter
Soft pink petals do I kiss
teasing giggles no longer echo
a woman walks by
with curves in the right places
teasing tastefully
A prelude that will leave
you in the nude but I will
surely soothe you before
I explore while I adore you
or remove the material of
your mind that will block
me from slipping inside.
First I will tease your
mind so fine before I
enter your brain which
I intend to drain and then
I'll grind your body and
refine the definition a
true sensual or a sexual
injection.
You'll be dripping before
any licking and I'll be
tempting before I start
tasting, teasing before
I start pleasing even by
me just looking, girl I'll
leave you lust and wanting.
Copyright Andrew Vassell 2012
www.andrewvassell.com
While living on East Street in Grinnell Iowa,
there was this pasture across from our fence,
that had cows and a bull.
They were owned by this farmer,
who we thought was Hitler, at the time
there had been talk that he was still alive.
This was around 1953 or so. Anyway this farmer
looked like Hitler because he had a moustache
like he did, plus he talked in German, he even combed
his hair like Hitler, we could not understand him at all,
so we were always making fun of him and teashing his bull.
This was not very nice I know and was not a smart thing to do,
but hey we were just some dumb kids.
One day we stepped over the fence,
to see how close we could get to the bull,
I got closer and closer, then I stopped and looked
behind me to see that my friends had left me and
were back in my yard across the fence. I had been teasing
the bull and he was real mad by this time, then he started chasing me,
I ran like crazy crabbed a hold of the fence, threw my self over,
cutting my hands real bad, but better that, than being mauled by the bull.
My friends thought I was a real hero, they patted me on the back, saying way
to go Jimmy, Just one of the things I did as a kid, wonder I ever grew up.
written 8-8-11
UNQUOTABLE QUOTES: XLIV
Don’t translate poems if you want yours read.
A pain in the ass is a pain nevertheless.
A « race" in any other language is still the shape of the nose.
Every cloud hides shining gold that reveals the silver lining.
It’s the darkest cloak which keeps its silver from jingling in its lining.
Every clout makes you see silver stars while lining up for more stout.
It never rains but giggles.
Don’t put all your eggs in one basket; just lay them.
The child is farther from the man.
Spare the rod and drill the child (with electric…)
The proof of the pudding is in the ridding
Burn the candle at both ends and end up keeping midnight oil vigil in the igloo.
Do tight-rope walkers eat only string hoppers?
The Piped-Piper pipes a pitiful panegyric to Pan past the precipice…
The « dachshund" trotting out on an outing with its master never fails to take its house - under the same roof - for an airing.
Even a stitch in time cannot save the rhyme in the above run-on line.
Rats tend to desert a ship full of lousy fat cats.
The pot calling the wok : mad !
The wok calling the kettle: cad !
The kettle calling the pan: bad !
The pan calling the cook: lad !
The cook calling the « chef": Dad !
All groggy agog and cooking glad !
A chip of the old computer hard-disk block.
All the World’s a cage.
An eye for an eye multiplies drives; tit for tat and that’s that.
Two and Two make Two times Two.
2 + Too make Two Toos. No?
If you beat about the bush, the Bushes most likely’ll not complain, but if you beat the Bushes, you would have nothing to gain.
A State within a State (l’Etat dans l’Etat), a Nation breeds a single State, yet no Nation or State rules those who secretly usurp the State.
If you went and told it to the Marines every time somebody tells you to, you’ll have precious little left to tell your psychoanalyst, psychiatrist or Priest, but fat chance the Church will close down even if you shut up for good.
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, June 21, 2019
fogging up the glass,
can't reach those soft lips below.
these pixels are cruel.
Stars happily twinkled in the heaven
Moon peaked out from among the clouds
The clouds drifted by merrily without hurry
Playing a game of hide and seek
Moon was trying to look at the ground
Wondering where he should shed some light
Clouds were laughing gleefully as they sauntered by
Teasing moon was on the agenda
while the stars ignored these tactics
Moon sighs for he was in for a long foolish night
Wished he could turn out his light
16/06/16
mind teasing beauty
from within musing on all
and nothing; mind free
I can hear the wolves howling.
A blue moon sky tonight,
movement, motion, magical,
we're synchronized just right.
Her silhouette's smoldering
behind translucent screens.
Perfect, pleasing, pandering,
my fantasy, her scene.
Incense burning, candles aglow,
a breeze blows her to me,
luscious, lacy, lingering,
the only thing I see.
She touches without touching,
spectator on a chair;
wanting, warning, whispering,
she lashes me with hair.
Sorceress now claims her prey.
our bodies do entwine,
teasing, touching, tenacious,
then finally she is mine.
Two bodies brace for battle,
a squall stirs up the sea,
holding, heaving, heavenly,
right where I want to be.
Our hungry mouths are feasting,
enlightenment now sought,
rampant, racing, ravenous,
until that moment's caught.
Before my eyes blink
In rays of a waking day
I can see you smile
As my arms gently embrace
Another night spent with you.
My lips can still taste
The passion found in your heart
Relighting embers
Of my own sensual hunger
As I move into your kiss
I know your essence
The scent of your love lingers
From my dreams each night
My hand reaches the pillow
But you are no longer there.
Form: Tanka
Rhyming
Lying
Inspired by Brian Strand's contest April Footle