Six summer nectarines
Nestling snugly in a bowl,
Lovingly and caressingly
Selected and arranged there
As if by a lover's hand.
Cool, flawless skin,
Firm, sweet, succulent flesh,
Curiously sensuous cleft,
And lush fruity perfume
Awaken in me,
Suddenly,
Unpredictably,
A vaguely conscious semblance
Of forgotten longings
Unabated,
And remembered passions
Unfulfilled.
Wrapped around the sylphlike waist
the sumptuous silk chiffon sari
is hand-gathered into even pleats,
likened to the petals of a flower,
and is tucked bewitchingly below the navel
baring the midriff alluringly.
The loose-end Pallu, crosses over
a sleeveless bosom-hugging choli
and is draped caressingly over the shoulder.
As she bends over to fix the hem of her sari
one gets to sneak a peek at her cleavage
before she clutches the gliding Pallu.
Ha, the vision of the divine!
like catching a glimpse of heaven
before the Pearly Gates slam in your face.
A symbol of fragility and femininity,
Sari is the embodiment of elegance and grace
An outfit for the Apsara—
At once demure and saucy!
(Pallu: loose end of a sari; Choli: a blouse; Apsara: A celestial Nymph)
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For might and majestic influence
This at your finger-tips
What impart summer winds, angel wings
Caressingly outstrips.
Blessings inpour, of their own volition
Unseeking vibrant presence keeps no score
Save mindfully softening attention
Narrow ego urgings, firmly ignored
Once our childlike innocence, we restore
Tranquil spirit is in celebration
Each pulse of life, in delight we explore
Blessings inpour, of their own volition
Divine surrender orientation
Our dynamic stillness is now folklore
Poised thus in rippleless meditation
Unseeking vibrant presence keeps no score
In simplistic trust, we walk through hearts door
Form and formless merge in jubilation
No doing by us done, as thus we soar
Save mindfully softening attention
Past conditioning births agitation
Vaporised self does not care anymore
Even if there be some oscillation
Narrow ego urgings, firmly ignored
Love enablement is our egos cure
Wondrous at the divine bliss ignition
That caressingly purrs, yet at times roars
Once we be still, in blissful cessation
Blessings inpour
23-January-2021
Play of delight, in each touch sensory
Imbibed in slow motion, sedentary
Caring mindfulness grasps it byte by byte
Merging to feel in fullness, lows and heights
In joyous dance, nonchalant and carefree
As we let go of, to get to, gently
No consciousness of body bond weary
Pristine awareness, cognises by sight
Play of delight
The tease divine, explores caressingly
Vivifying form osmotically
It is in the void of stillness, quiet
That we dwell and revel in Gods light bright
Ecstatic bliss renews magically
Play of delight
03-January-2021
Hanging at the edge of depression
Since, never I've known a face of expression
A thought of a depressed overthinker
Is just like a tear in a river
It haunts!
For they say am a fey
What's left to, but bray?
Nothing, did I not adore?
But now, everything I abhor?
It haunts!
Left tormented in a void
By friends who alike avoid
All I speak, quickly they chide
Still not enough, they deride?
It haunts!
They say am not in form
Can I? When am out of the norm?
Always, am trying to battle
Can you? What you can't handle?
It haunts!
Then, I was warm and did glow
Now, so cold and empty as snow
I espy only my friend nature
And conjure with rain's enemy azure
It haunts!
This abyss a bridge to death
So dense and dark to breath
Sucking you caressingly to drown
You ought to know, you down
It haunts!
When it's time to behead
Try too to befriend
By being coherent to understand
Only shall we start to withstand
It haunts!
I see the trees wavering,
Waving;
They surround me;
As the majestically beauty compassus leaves;
They enthrall me;
Magical fingers embalming;
Filling my spirit with rainbow sap guidance;
With practical leaves that fondle me;
Caressingly kissing me in my resistant shyness;
As the wind touches my cheeks;
Too cold to speak;
I'll just surrender to the trees...
Embranching rising towards heavens floor;
It's hard to imagine I am now a arbor heart's new bow;
Loved by the woods for I rise and naught fall...
as I am Timber
5/11/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
It’s All Good
M. Griswold
120203
Slobbering kisses ain't so bad
and slippery tongues are grand to be had.
Tender touches with back sliding hands
are caressingly shivering and sensually rad.
Warm oil rubbings from head to feet
leaves one wanting for something horney to eat.
Nibbling on nobs is nastily sweet
while rustling in bushes is a tasty treat.
Hot steamy showers with scented colored soaps
brings heated bed wrestling with dripping naked hopes.
Whips and straps, tassels and ropes
bind in ways of tangled frenzied gropes.
Tickling adds rolling giggling spice.
A form of foreplay to succulently entice.
Let’s not forget that vibrating device
which can be used in any orifice to suffice.
And in closing as you knew I would
let me add just one more thing if I could.
We are all human and sex is a likelihood
so loosen up a little cause it's all good.
Woes of the past, made a heart of glass
Hardened by time, this heart of mine
Frozen as though ice, how utterly nice
Bittersweet is cupid's arrow, pierced the heart of a sparrow
Slowly the sun's warming rays caressingly melting me away
So gentle so tender my heart has surrendered
Atmospheres afire with devotional dynamic desire
I call scarlet jasmine crimson vermillion and ruby red
We are caught in a crossfire as we perkily perspire
And cupid carries our hearts to our betrothed bed
Angels dancing on choreographic clouds entrancing
Rainbows reunite over melodious meadows green
Our love advancing with rhythmic rivers romancing
Celestial counting on the midnight’s stardust cuisine
Two sensuous souls entwine and carousingly combine
Our ebullient hearts of eternity lost in orchestral oblivion
We shall everlastingly dine with roses and wedded wine
And our love will softly sail across the majestic meridian
For we have caressingly called on cupid for a love divine
In ambient adoring skies that the harmonic heavens align.
July.25.2017
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I feel an energy of an unseen nature,
eminating, from the earth's atmosphere's.
Outer stratosphere's.
Subliminal,
I must say so.
The sun a blazing, a gentle wind blows, caressingly.
Ohhh it's so nice outside.
I reminisce of happy times.
Of ice cream cones, a dripping.
Sun lit beaches.
Babes a playing.
That traffic noise is so distracting.
Engines a humming.
Almost have forgotten.
Yes, i have felt that energy before.
Spring Is Coming Soon!!!
Sping IS Coming Soon!!!
Spring IS Coming Soon!!!
To be a woman, there is a lot of wonder
There are lots of beauty secrets to ponder
That goes beyond the powder
That breathes the living power
Leggings and shorts seize the moment
Maxi dresses and mini skirts twirl in enjoyment
Flowers and blossoms of spring make a statement
Coats and furs of winter cover with endearment
Eye brushed the turtlenecks caressingly soothe
Hair styled each line and curl is made smooth
The heels and bags all live in the couture truth
The woman in her shines in a beautiful cool
In tights and ice cream she shows
Self esteemed within her, outside of her she knows
Autumn,
quixotic dreams,
broken summer, fallen,
dramatic colors are screaming,
softly.
Walking
over snapping
twigs, echoed melodies.
Metallic tasting cooling breeze,
whispers.
Gentle,
fluttering leaves
tickle aspirant skin,
falling caressingly from trees,
teasing.
Serene
setting calling,
lazy fragrant autumn
flowers echo stained foliage,
beauty.
10/23/15
Breezes brush through the window caressingly,
soft fanning wings powdering my skin;
night's black velvet pricked only by the porch light's glow.
Alone, I feel no fear. Gliding the dark, my twin
has turned gossamer wings toward my tiny light-
metamorphosed--a radiant night creature.
I breathlessly await like culminating event,
faith strengthened by this moth miracle of nature.
Heaven's windows are always flung wide open;
the porches blaze in one eternal, flaming light.
Souls released from dull cocoon entrapments
wing into endless day free of sin's blight.
Life's thin film is splitting, revealing the heart;
spirit wings unfurl, lift and upward start.
Copyright, November 2, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Delicately, I hold the soft smooth petals
Tracing each edge of the curve
Gently enough not to render any harm
Beckoning is the silky feel of inches swell
Can't help to sweat
Can't stop to tremble
I maximize the wonderful experience
Shattering defense with strong willed cause
Panting and blowing
Breath stopping with each alternate pause
Petals bloom in bright bloody red
Rockets of joy from a travel hours of thorns
The one pistil blossomed with life
Made all expectators clap and yell
The stamen soothed the petals
Tenderly lovingly and caressingly
By
Olive Eloisa
5:10 pm
May 05, 2015
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Sponsor Jerry T Curtis
Contest Name N/A
2nd place
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