.
fromg
zonez erogenous
note'did
hern goose'z bump'did
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where no light penetrates
the musty chamber of an existence
gazing, otiose, in contemplation
of erogenous zones
of paralysis and moans
of the evaporation of bones…
the spider and its cobwebs beckon
dust stirring like breath
tick-tock of tears
——— erogenous poem ———
——— slides off the tip of my tongue ———
——— spoken incursive ———
Knew a young chickie named Joan
Had a full body erogenous zone
Just shaking her hand
Blew her whistle and
Her face turned a deep crimson tone
Hummingbird’s playing
in the background,
The Page
plays the blues,
interludes,
fingers touching the
sensual key notes
scent openings
in the mind
reeling
in the horizontal lines
along morning bodies
now glistening, the
dark nights aligned,
The Page
plays the blues,
Hummingbird’s playing
in the background
those heavy Prison Blues
absent black holes
now universes away,
A Page
of falling
angels' feathers,
plucking the strings
pressing points slowly
in from the cold
warm air tracing
curves
in the winding road
whispered along smooth
racing executions
erogenous pleasures
shifting gears upwards
No 4 Preludes
undressing Chopin
in another way,
Hummingbird’s playing
in the background
slow dancing
french kissing
seducing
interludes
A Page
of falling
angels' feathers
strings softly plucked
come undone
Emerald Eyes
measuring
the blues
No 4 Preludes
undressing Chopin
in another way
The Preludes
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Chopin No 4 Preludes (Chopin), Jimmy Page
Hummingbird, Jimmy Page
Emerald Eyes, Jimmy Page
Prison Blues, Jimmy Page
Fall,
Fall
And keep on falling until
You splatter and drip
On the head of a man in a chequered shirt.
He's bin scraping,
picking
and trying to get in.
Sweat runs down it's black exterior.
Gum is chewed again,
as it feels sweet, sweet moisture once more.
Him and a friend find a crack
And go at like gold miners.
Sharp pangs cut through erogenous graffiti...
...then the bin asks what is it all for?
Suffocated by cigarette ends,
enough to make a pack of Marlboro's,
Albeit a wet one.
I don't question the scrapers and stealers, I question the onlookers.
There contents not much better than mines.
I think I'm just bitter.
It's clear what I'm supposed to do:
Fill up with rain water and let the litter float down the streets.
At the announcement of your presence
My blood ran like the sounds of hell were chasing them
Causing my heart to beat faster out of fear
Yet, at the sight of your handsomeness
My soul suddenly becomes peaceful
At the sound of your voice
Like in the midst of the sounds of angels
My heart rejoices
As though it were listening to the song of the angels
Little did I know I would soon be engulfed in perilous darkness
That your mischievous smile
Will soon turn a burning frown
That those hands, soothing as soft clouds
Will soon descend upon my face
Turn my sexy lingerie into rags
And leave painful marks all over my erogenous zones
I am left to wonder everyday
What changed?
Because…
You are definitely not the man I married
Did you seek the all so cool
Did you see the mortal fool
Waited for eternity at the bus stop of life
Old man of destiny, dust became your wife
Watch the woman on the train go by
See the decision in her eyes, she sighs
Running away for the final time
But only as far as destiny’s line
See the tramp as he stumbles down
To the depths of dirt that lays around
Watch his eyes as he hears the sound
You can’t go lower than destiny’s ground
Call the girl who loves so well
Fondle her breasts, the erogenous smell
She will do things you never can tell
But when the woman finds out
Then destiny's hell.
Veiled vision of beauty
mystique of disguise
mysterious glances
flash from her eyes
Hold captive men's hearts
breathless anticipation
of erogenous zones ~
unbridled temptation
I love nonsense too,
Erogenous zones to do,
Maybe that's enough for you,
Carry on is what to do,
I do love nonsense too!
Knew a young chickie named Joan
Had a full body erogenous zone
Just shaking her hand
Blew her whistle and
Her face turned a deep crimson tone
Knew a young chickie named Joan
Had a full body erogenous zone
Just shaking her hand
Blew her whistle and
Her face turned a deep crimson tone
Can you imagine living without love,
unable to fill that hole in your heart?
Lonely and scared, you'd pray to God above,
filled with anxieties that won't depart.
Some people will say that love doesn't exist:
it's merely the chemistry of hormones.
But many say love's real, when first kissed:
for that kiss transcends erogenous zones.
Loneliness is a pain you cannot share,
filled with acid tears and constant waiting.
It feels like hope is all that's ever there:
as happiness slips away, while dating.
Facing a selfish world of push and shove:
can you imagine living without love?
Heart tells me to
Ease when I am
Anxious and
Relaxes me
Tactically through soothing rhythms
Triggers hormones
Relatively with the assistance of brain
Understands my plight
Tempts me to dance and
Hushes my emotions..!!
My heart knocks fervently
So that I would open the hutch
and let it flutter free..
Enticing me often to go
for a waltz with my partner,
swaying in his arms hours together;
Pounding thumps compose music and
convinces me to perform salsa & duet .
The erogenous zones creates goosebumps
and tickles the sensual nerves;
Tantalizes belly for a boogie woogie,
And my foot taps the tiles below continually
yearning for a jazz ,
as lyrical swing guides our delicate body
with fluid movements
expelling rhythmic joy.....!!!
Aug 3 ,2020
Note:Heart Truth poetry Contest.(N/A)
Note2: Submitting to Strand Completely New (21) ,
Any Form,Any Theme Poetry Contest.
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erogenous kiss
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maestro mio
June 13, 2020
8am PST
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