youre a red apple
the outside i devour in large, juicy bites
as much as my teeth can fit with all corners stretched wide
youd think to do the same at the core
But cracking bitterness brings seeds
scratch small bites, an itch
Jaw working, bony indents stiched
I like the way my tendons flex
Palm spread to grasp that hard fruit off the wiry stem
The core delicate
Slurping juice of whats left
The carcass melts into a brown sugar debt
Back to the earth you go to be reborn again
For real love, she eagerly waits,
All she could get were several hates,
Her lips even have many open gates,
That deliberately close lates,
Her eyes have several inbuilt baits,
That still could not find her good mates.
She is actually hell-bent,
That it's true love she really meant,
Even if it's just for a rent,
At least love will be in her tent,
Her beauty needs no lick of paint,
But the voice of love is still faint.
For long she has remained a chaste,
Her face, with a nice beauty paste,
Yet real love, she still wait to taste,
And old age knocks her doors in haste,
She fears fallen for a love heist.
Since there's no true love near her sight.
She's one of the heavenly saints,
Tho' covered with several bad taints:
Her neck is with several tiny dents;
Many of 'em were seen thro' many vents,
And in her heart she has a pain,
That, she will have to forever feign.
Life is an eternal ecstasy
Flowering as ripe old age
Liabilities over, shorn of shackles
Confined to oneself and free to peep into
Fads and foibles lying dormant for decades
The wisdom at its best, with the strings few
Leaves, petals, breeze, dawn, dusk and dew
As adorable companions offering divine notes
To the melody of heart, mood and passions
Echoing as penance, serenity and joy
With love, compassion and forgiveness
All in one
The hidden hues come to the fore
With unknown treasure on the fingertips
Making million times richer and able
Turning thoughts in to wings, ready to fly
To reach the stars, moon and the clouds
The exciting new self, hitherto unknown
Opening days as an era of joy and thrill
Planning solo journey to new destinations
It is time to rediscover the life
Merging with the chastity of earth and sky
And enjoying virginity of the divine
In the life’s second bloom
Cranked a surprise with his jack in the box
Chained stays my flower in chastity locks
Power down, without T. V
Painful night crawled tauntingly
Deafened by raised legs' rotate inside clocks
30th August 2020
Written for Contest : Fun With Limericks
Sponsor : Tania Kitchin
Syllables are: 10, 10, 7, 7, 10
There is a notorious flirt
Who fondles beneath a girl's skirt
But some of his "charm"
Set off her alarm
"Digital Intruder Alert!"
Our church held a Chastity Walk
Where old folks just stand there and gawk
Our numbers are few
But what can one do
When gossips have eyes like an hawk?
Our President's mid-morning grope
Was a Page named Chastity Nope
With up-bended knee
She ended Trump's spree
Now they call her, "The Great White Hope"
* * * *
How can we build the Peon Wall
When Trump won't pay taxes at all?
Isn't it funny
That Cartel money
Funds tunnels where peons don't crawl?
Chastity is never fruitful, clever or right,
But we should all have a shot of the kite,
That lovers’ swing that makes you happy,
Disallowing the impudent or the snappy.
Sex sets you up for the day and for life,
When computers, friends don’t have life,
It propounds the right an raises good,
Ramifies that which you have understood.
i am a ye olde chastity belt maker and fitter
Fitting is free
I love my occupation
As I hold the key
For an emergency
Their men want them fitting
While they are away at war
And my services are required
More and more
Something I adore.
The women beg me to set them free
And I give them what they need
For a fee.
So need a chastity belt?
Don't buy a cheap imitation from Hong Kong.
They have sharp edges and not that strong.
Just send me a E- arrow
And I'll be there quicker than a falcon after a sparrow.
This weeks special offer hurry!
Buy two get one free
I aim to please
If I still have the energy.
I'm very popular you know
So come on wenches and ye olde maidens
Give me a go How else you gonna know?.
Peter Dome. copyright.2014. July.
Full and luscious lips
Tempting treat to hungry eye
Flashback memories
Hot lips in constant pursuit
Now chastity vow taken
Other lips await
Longing to explore and claim
Willing travelers
Virgin lips in cherry red
Chastity vow forgotten
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Chastity glow like the fanned embers in furnace
It blazes in flames of purity
Burning around the chaff and impurities
Fueled by the justified true beliefs
It stands upright in a jacket of honesty
And the metal pants of integrity
There it burns out oiled by deep understanding
Setting the embers of realization flickering
While we mortals stand afar watching in admiration
If I kissed your collarbone
What would your expression give away?
Hip bones are more sensual I suppose—
But Diana was all ankles and wrists.
Arch your back, chaste Aphrodite, the Madonna turns away
Fingers should stay on necks and shoulder blades.
Destroyer ~ Poet
Contest Name first love poem~ (on the soup)
Chastity
Poland I know was where we were
i was him and you were her
we laughed and danced and sprung about
but i was just a village lout
yes you were fine of feature, grand
but i went by sea and left the land
i saw no more of you i slipped
over the side when the rigging ripped
great white shark won't let me be
teeth rip great holes, in i see,
and just before the shark took me
i thought of you sweet chastity
Don Johnson
Arm's stretched out to hold you.
Sunlight dripping on your face.
Although a storm's unfolding,
deep within the coming rain.
Only fate can't shelter us from this.
What's hidden,will the cloud's reveal.
Oh,sweet Love,
you are revealing.
And beautiful.
Some people might call me fake . . .
But never shall I take. . .
The dreadful punishment of lust . . .
So I do what I must . . .
I am an old fashioned girl . . .
Living in a modern world . . .
Trying to resist temptations . . .
Until I am wrapped in his arms . . .
Some people might laugh at me . . .
But never shall I be . . .
A ****; a whore . . .
So don’t you knock at my door . . .
‘Cause I won’t show you anything more . . .
I’m sorry to say . . .
But this is my own way . . .
Of proving my future man . . .
The value of chastity to me . . . .
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