Dipping Poems - Poems about Dipping

Heart does butterfly flips When he kisses Lilly lips Breeze blows blues away At ease spring lovers at play A little nip at his neck Tender makes soft and wet Forehead with beads of sweat Touches of love never forget Sundress glows in gold rays Story told of bold soul days That now shows a red face Satin underneath ravishing place Birds sing sweetly a new...

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In the server industry many servers hourly pay is $2.13 an hour. The rest of their income is earned from their tips. Do you know that the average tip should be between 18 to 20 percent, or more if you choose? But people tend to leave less and sometimes less can be based on the...

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They came by the thousands before the dusk hour to dip their quivering bodies in the Jordan River and take on the resemblance of Christ or alike; they were driven by faith other than curiosity: the limping who could hardly walk, the lonely who smiled less and the blind who lost their sight! His miraculous and divine hand touched them, they...

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The water looks so inviting, walking on private property; Hanging out by the boats at night, going where we have never been; ‘Keep Out!’ sign exhilarating! We could hop in but have to flee; Mellow out under the moonlight, feeling the waves lap at our skin; Clothing disappears not in sight; Skinny dipping is forbidden....

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With her first words she mesmerized his soul, Of rose water and lavender was her aroma, Her tip tap of her fairy tale walk was majestic, A woman of status still in her prime of depth and note, Wisps of red-hot curls, floating out of control adding To her appeal, a magnetic touch to the usual Variety of husband seeking...

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Sparus Anus The rectal Bream is a wayward Bream Known to insert into uncovered channels. Especially when in fragrance infused waters. So women keep covered. by a fabric strong. Or spend a few hours horizontal face down....

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We are at the junction of the Little River and the Ottawa River, journeying into the Canadian wilderness by canoe, the paddles stroke slowly into the water, paddles heavily incised with vines and flowers, and I am dipping my hair into the deep blue. Spirit, is a native man in a crisp white shirt, his head shaved but for...

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Hot nubile maidens in the nude, All extroverts with attitude. Curvaceous figures well endowed, Slink down the staircase heads unbowed. Provocative, with open arms, Displaying all their female charms. While not for prudes this girlie stuff, ...

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Skinny Dipping in your love to gentle coos of mourning dove; (dreams that I’ve been dreaming of) while lying ‘neath the stars above. Love so deep, cerulean blue, dive in head first, this love ensue; dreams of hearts that touch anew make ripples in this brilliant hue. Love so warm like mineral spring that flows ‘round hearts as breezes bring effervescence to this fling as whispers...

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A misty fog dissipates with Dawn's first light, yet a glaze of morning dew lingers. And a splendiferous sun slowly rises, on this magnificent misty Autumn day. By chance or...

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We are at the junction of the Little River and the Ottawa River, journeying into the Canadian wilderness by canoe, the paddles stroke slowly into the water, paddles heavily incised with vines and flowers, and I am dipping my hair into the deep blue. Spirit, is a native man in a crisp white shirt, his head shaved but for one...

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And this boundless moment arrives For late noon’s sunset to drop its glimmer-- In one final hour, the immense ray succumbs Clutching with it a vastness, brilliant; And the hue of moonshine daintily peeps, That through sky’s tableau, a portrait hangs low While this juncture between daytime and evening Invites me to render a prayer of...

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DIPPING MY QUILL IN MOON-INK Lantern swings, overhead, in brilliant thought Moonglow tickles the writer’s plumage Nightingale’s nom de plume Opus tweets out sweet lyrics. Recklessly romantic in clinging full-length nightgown 9/30/2017 Sara Kendrick's Let's Do Some Alphabet Contest...

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By Dipping The Pen By dipping the pen We open our mouths And become responsible For all that comes out. Written by John Posey 8/16/14 Entered in PD’s Contest “Any poem under five lines #2”...

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The waves are lapping,do I dare to say that they are tickling my bare bottom so. And I am laughing out loud as we play. My sweet darlin' and I go toe-to-toe as into the deep blue yonder we go. He traces all the freckles on my back; it seems he nearly has a heart attack! As I start to shake out...

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