James beard Award for Culinary Excellance
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-Le Expereince de l'amour
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Quiche Lorraine
eroticism, beauty, relaxation
Morus Alba
honors influential artists
Es un espíritu inclusivo y en constante evolución, arraigado en
unos orígenes humildes,
El artista influye en las personas;
y quienes aman a las personas suelen ser, a menudo,
aquellos que entretienen a la gente
pizzicato strangs.
Bass Baritone
Intro: Sets the tone, tempo,
Verse: Develops the narrative or theme
Pre-Chorus: A short section connecting the verse to the chorus
tension and atisapation
Chorus: The main, repetitive, and most energetic part
traverse: Introduces new musical and lyrical
content to provide a contrast to the verse and
chorus, often acting as a turning point.
Outro/Coda: The conclusion of the song, bringing it to a close.
Hook: A highly memorable, catchy musical or lyrical phrase,
often part of the chorus.
Forgot all about us
Forgot all about us
Forgot all bout us!
ah man!
Instrumental Break/Solo: A section focused
on instruments rather than vocals.
Lo sexy definido
3 a.m. a green modem light,
blinks regularly in a dark bedroom.
A hoot owl breaks the silence,
its call is never predictable,
always out of step
with your own heartbeat.
Something different,
your open eyes search,
the shadows,
the humped dimness of furniture.
Something is prodding a sleepy mind,
and it is not a bladder.
A dream will not leave you,
it has filled the room with its presence.
Eroticism dressed in layers of intimacy.
You know that dream,
and here it is now,
haunting you, out in the open,
while you watch your mind
melting once more.
The pleasure puzzle?
Have to walk in the mild tide
I can't figure it out
The riddle I fiddle
Multiplied hysteria
The middle to render to figure
The splendor serender
I'll die I've tried I've cried
Foundation of ecstacy
A burst of exhilaration
Extra eroticism
A pleasure prison
Take heed with glee
The principal of a perfect
Pleasure puzzle
To mention distinction
And so sustain me in the
Valley of contagious orgasmic
Oblivion the pleasure puzzle
Of particular problems of
Obvious probable riddle
Combinations the frustration
Joyous luster of satisfaction.
Workaholic Aubrey Beardsley
was self-taught you see
Dying of tb so very young
his sensual eroticism is not unsung
Calling card, heart shaped, scented with strawberry
Dot point offers plant remote scenario seeds
Swirled responses confuse clients, strings tangled
Caught in pitiless draught, swung by fastidious song
Men attempt to measure vapour, mind's desperation
Digs hungrily into collapsing burrows
Tunnel bends suddenly, bright Saint rays blinding
Instilling whites to irises burdened by jutting brow
Bosom bandaged in gilt silk gown rhythms innocently
Kimono openings brush bristled necks in eroticism
Tension simultaneously softens perception
Velvet weaves an inlet, secrets under her cummerbund
Unfamiliar ocean floor coral organism submerges
Carbon crumbling flame surmounts ash, absorbent
Finite fire paralised by Siren's immortal smiling
Fingers deftly unthread rationale, star array unrationed
Mild explosive conceals danger in magic
Moss pubis rises to challenge, a next breath
Taken as death's ultimate verdict, torture of relief
Vixen innoculates victim with vibrant vial of uranuim
15th March
Filtered heart
Chet lived creepily in the back of the tavern, hidden.
No one bothered him. He lived vicariously through the others.
The pretty barflies who flitted in chatting too loudly.
Flipping their hair. He had a salacious appetite, saw them all naked.
They sometimes waved to his corner when they were drunk.
He did not think they knew he was perpetually eyeballing them.
Unclothing them one piece of clothing at a time in his mind.
Uncovering their secrets was easy; they shared way too much.
His voyeuristic tendencies got him ostracized and secluded from family.
His mixoscopia and scoptolagnia confusing the prissy Baptists he knew.
He might go Catholic, he had heard they were more open. Nah!
Religion was not for him. His religion was this bar and those bar flies.
One of them was throwing her head back now, laughing loudly.
He would dream of her tonight. He smirked at the eroticism she brought him.
She turned and waved. If he was forty years younger, he would be over there.
But he knew better so he stayed put, swigging back his beer.
attractive and proud
red denotes eroticism -
through blue eyes - purpur
23/07/2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
I held you captive
framed in a photo
Your uniform is nudity
and no one must know
what I want
I get it fast
Like raw egg spilling
Easy if it was only sex
between your frozen
two dimensional legs
But I am granted
only one way
to be tender
In deathless darkness
I pretend to feel
you holding me
when eerie emotions smother
passion, apt affairs affections punctured
urges oozing velocity
caught'n gaunt grasp of eroticism
when epacris ******** wail
trailing obsession, taunted trail -
hideous hankering of pleasures
foiling features, feelings' fractures
whenever bruised brain births blitzkrieg
sassy sanity's smithereens in spree
dark drooling dribbling damp rhythm
that rustic rape prune melody
tame torn instinct, take a leave
be no slave to emotions, flee.
'20:06:03:10:01
Note: of rustic rape.
In swoon ‘neath golden moon and sable sweep
let bathe with hues upon my canvas soak
romance a mingle, brush and pigment sweet,
enrapture me your passion’s hungry stroke
explore an aura, fluid colors blur
imbue the skies of empty eyes a soul,
in deepest purple daubs a midnight stir
as lover weaves a dream to make me whole
caress the edge to fuse desire and shapes
lay a layer one atop the other
a throb of contrast, feelings free to traipse,
smoothing over yearnings with a flutter
starlit glaze and silky graze artistic
awaken chroma crave for drama shades,
mood’s aglow, aroused and optimistic
before the painter’s lusty palette fades.
Susan Ashley
April 7, 2020
~ First Place ~
Premiere Contest: Brian Strand No 1165 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
~ Third Place ~
Premiere Contest: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 5
Sponsor: Mark Toney
~ First Place ~
Standard Contest: Your Fave Poem 2020 Not Written For A Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
LUST
flesh screaming of sin
found pleasures deepening skin
raising body heat within
escaping passion
carnal knowledge attraction
attaining satisfaction
volcanic fluxion
viral viewing seduction
stimulating consumption
sexual craving
concupiscence behaving
eroticism enslaving
magic hypnotic
display actions exotic
thirst and hunger demonic
5-7-7 Syllable count
...can also be read backward~just saying
Music by Ariana Grande - 'Dangerous Woman'
Oct.15.2018
One of The Seven Deadly Sins
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Placed 1'st
[7'th of 15]
Thoughts flood my mind
when I’m alone
Close to my computer
I am sin prone
These flames of lust
they flicker within me
Images intertwined
begging me to see
This empty eroticism
promises of ecstasy
I know this is my prison
still I don’t want to be set free
Curved and supple
together bodies mingle
My eyes long to breath in
a promised tingle
This inward hunger
begs me to enter
That feeling of heat
grows within my centre
Firm supple images
naked and slender
No drugs or alcohol
but it’s still a bender
With my physical release
a strangled scream
Within a moment
emotions extreme
Shame overtakes me
eyes look away
Temporarily satiatiated
but I’m far from okay
I can’t forgive myself
and I’m too ashamed to pray.
Is this just a male issue? I’m curious to hear your thoughts. This poem was written as a result of meeting with a men’s group and the subsequent conversation.
Walk me through the corridors of life and beauty
The enchanted walls stained with nightly lust
Luscious halls gleam with fetish doorways
Lovers dance wickedly across an expanse of marble
Tear and burn melancholy's embrace
Kiss me and drain it from my lips
Ava
Do not let my blood flow cold
To not be frozen tight
Can you hear my calls, beyond the vast forest of fixations
Beyond the iron gates of whispering mania
I need to feast my eyes on beauty so rare and pure
The scent of a Ravenheart
Wishing to dwell in dear symbiosis
To know how your touch will make me feel
The feeling of derma against my palms
Licking the deepest fissure
Imprisoned by lace and fragrance
Eroticism oblivion
It lies deep within
Ava
A distant stare
Facial expression of incline
A craving of carnality
An animalistic appetite
A subdued caress
Makes my heart flutter
A passionate endearment
Only intensifies the desire
For an evening of lascivious behavior
A battle of the connection
That cant be ignored
I sense you are the one I’ve longed to adore
The eroticism of manipulation
Fathomless breathes
This moment..l will never regret
The magic of seduction...
Glowing skin...
The pleasure of this act
At the gratification you administer to me
Makes me a slave to your demands
Suddenly I realize....
You are my man.....
"All art is erotic", quote from Gustav Klimt
The Kiss... Gustav Klimt
Son of a Bohemian gold engraver
Childhood marked by poverty
Influenced by Japanese art
Developed his talent early in life
Created his own style like no other
Took symbolism and eroticism to new heights
Glorifying the female body
Evocatively exotic and erotic
Lacquering it with gold leaf
Controversial during his lifetime
Now on display in Vienna
Those not destroyed during the war
Traveling in world exhibitions
Or sold for multi millions to art collectors
Unfinished paintings when he died
World-wide fame celebrated anniversary
One hundred and fifty years
Death and Life
A golden tribute to Klimt
AP: Honorable Mention 2021, Honorable Mention 2020, Honorable Mention 2020, Honorable Mention 2020
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