Camisole Poems | Examples

i gots perfect vision

.

                 i kept mine 
                duke's digits
               unto mineself
                 mine eyne
              i had no control
           mine poetic think'd
                     yesss
                  and again 
                i rush'd home
           tuh pictate whut mine
                     beheld

             she wore thuh soft
                  camisole top
                       with 
               spaghetti stringz
                      loose
                blatantly loose

                and over hern
                      bent
                front mine see


                       tap

ya wish'd i did

.

         the flannelz come
                   out
        cashmere camisole
                   out 
            boot cut jeanz

               boardwalk 
                 sneaks

             ocean breeze

                   snap

                 i mean
                    tap
                       
                     ')

Third Base

Love bites took me to a new place
 tiny teeth marks I can't erase;
Laid back you looked for my entrance,
 passing third base, passing third base;

Hungrily you nipped at my soul, 
ripped the lace of my camisole;
Whispered on my skin 'Keep control..
stay in your role, stay in your role.

New Year's Edvard And Eve

.

               Locked
            mine duke
           theirn digits 
         your camisole

            Snatched
                 up
           mine might
               lifted

               Splat
          'gainst mine
                 up
              yourn
             Smack
            ourn lips

           Yourn lock
         mine crimson 
               back

 


* grayce...1/7/2013...
  i miss your true lock 
* New Year's iz spelled correctly y'all ;)

Agnetha's Bum

Agnetha's bottom was a joy to behold
Watching her cavort, made me lose control
A bum so firm
Made me squirm
Wish I could've fiddled inside her camisole

A Pole Jumped Out In Front of Me

Have you ever seen someone walk into a pole
Happened to me once while out for a stroll
Had a poem in mind
To all else I was blind
Should've paid attention, dirtied my camisole

Under a Ladies Camisole

To make someone giggle is my life's goal
What better way than to cajole someone's thoal
What in hell is a thoal
It's under a ladies camisole
Us guys drool at the thought of losing control

Luna

From eve's mural, she glints lusciously
waking duskfall  with bolder hues
and toasted flames kindling warm passion… 
that in stylus of breezes which etches
tinted oak, petals, and grass  --- her tiara
bursts into sweet madness on earth's landscape:

How she flickers more daring
than a blend of innocence and rawness,
glittering through a ruby camisole
Luna unfurls her  exotic angle--
delicate skin fluid,  glossy,  inviting :
Then to pose against an opaque view 
which imprints the alchemy of romance,
this moon goddess ignites all lovers' dream--
 
until in  capricious whirlwind 
she evanesces... lusciously radiant.



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3.11.2019
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Sponsor:  Chantelle Anne Cooke

A Beautiful Memory

With music playing from across the room,
the notes of love are drifting through the air,
and in my heart our romance still abloom 
with bodies swaying to our song so fair.

I hear your whispers echo in my mind,
those playful words designed to light my fire;
the passion that we always sought to find;
that lustful high for which our souls aspire.

The way your hands would gently touch my face
as tender lips of pink came close to mine;
your camisole of black Chantilly lace,
these thoughts of you now leave my heart to pine.

But since the angels took your soul away,
my sanity, these memories belay.


January 5, 2019

Detritus

Detritus 

Sitting there, honey,
Cleansed and bathed,
Scented with lilac and rose,
Glistening at your dressing table, and
Eyeing yourself in the chrome mirror;
I, as your guest, sit by and watch,
Astonished at your well-intentioned revealings,
Seeing your young beauty at morning tide,
As hands and fingers apply the detritus,
To nineteen year-old eyes, awash in teen wisdom.
I sense there is something you want to say,
As you lean toward your reflection there,
Smearing scarlet on wet open lips,
Your unbuttoned camisole dangling loosely,
Upon your shimmering backside,
But finding a foothold upon your upturned breast.
And here I sit, astonished again, 
At the perennial return of one endless ritual
After another. 
Zounds!
Do you realize I cannot resist you?
Yet it makes me wonder,
If you want me to make love to you.
Yes, I wonder.
Well, shall we just dispense 
With this slow dance in the darkness?
Look at me!
Zounds! 
I will make you dance!

A Fantastic Ride

Okay, I'm at it again, hope you're ready my friends

A mushy love poem from this old dude

He ain't dead yet, still got some oats to still spread

Block your eyes if you don't like rude


Well, I'll try my best but there are no guarantees

At my advanced age, I've lost all control

The best I can say with any assuredness is this

I'll try as I sit here in my old camisole


Now that may sound like I've gone over the edge

I'm teetering but I'm still hanging on

At times though, it does enter this old mind 

But till now I can still greet the dawn


Wish me luck in my future endeavors won't you

Need all the help you guys can provide

If I can't get enough, I'll drift off into the sunset

But be aware, I had a fantastic ride!

Tied To the Tracks

My Satin Doll happiness was a fading view
of your elegant Ella Good-N-Plenty camisole caboose
Having Memory Lane sultry thoughts,
bed-craving crypt feelings from the past
Adventurous parlor games that were so you,
Hide-and-Seek was the favorite one you loved to choose
Peter Pan ways which came to nought ...
shovel more coal cold love into the ballast
Leaving my Smoky tears tied to the tracks,
I wanna Hyman hold the Phyllis fire from your bosom again
Oooh Baby, Baby, feel the burning pleasure
of your sweat pouring down on me
But, frozen reality awakens me to the facts:
Choo-choo Charlize is loco chugging coming ‘round the bend
Watching slow death speed-dial with leisure,
it’s apparent this love was not to be
Polly Purebred me, sooo Underdog lost
Tied to the tracks ... 
a severed heart was the pain ticket cost

Her Den

Let your fingers do the walking right up her thighs
Causing me to squiggle and pop out my eyes
Lose total control
Lift her camisole
For easy access to the den of her sweet prize

My Chafed Bum

Here's one for Patricia, my friend from up north
My hooha is just aching to ride there on a horse
Need ointment in case
My bum gets chafed
Wearing a camisole should ease the pain that's in store

Giggle Yourself Silly

Giggle yourself silly, it's good for the soul
While you're at it, wear a colourful camisole
Cover all your parts
However your farts
Will give you away and the truth you'll extoll

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