Fingering Poems - Poems about Fingering

... We brought a puzzle to the cabin, rented on a Friday-front holiday. Our tween was bored before we passed the first exit. We needed the escape— a break from where we'd been and where we were (o......

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...Cocoon of late afternoon, amber-shuttered, the day on hold for each secret moment in sweet suffocating gold, trembling to touch the sensual warmth of its coiling comet; to let it travel, let it......

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...Hands twitch remembering the sensations of the fingering flesh. Side by side we sleep between ghost worlds. Feather whisps of body awareness anchors us to one deeply breathing bed. In ......

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...END TIMES : ONE [Poet’s Note : This poem arose out of a play on quote in Bible by Christ : “I will open my mouth in parables. I will utter things hidden since the creation of the world…This is ho......

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...Labour of hate Turn on the heating It’s getting cold Why do we shiver? Just because we’re old It’s Kier’s labour, who wants us all to die Said he liked pensioners just another lie Another l......

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...a roughened garden devil's claw over blossom stones like dominos estate sale today fingering through memories grief cold uncaring sold to the future children bouncing on the grass laughte......

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...I’M GON WALK—ANNIE WALTZ-- I am gonna walk I’m gonn tha walk Grasp hold of ya Annie walks With the movement of the clouds Her sweet mellow whispers Showering tip-toes She really moves to the ......

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...A breeze of super heated love the ancients called it At the forth angle trumped up charges bemoan you Twas a case of of an eagle eating a chic..... cry folly Cry folly for Roy was as is his usual ......

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...RED SEA At the mouth I lay splayed blood trickling, slowly dripping into soft mud or red Akashic ink mud of my anus, ink of my sacred septum white flags drench......

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...I’ve run the border. There was a missing piece. A doorway. I must leave it open as I spread the colorful cuts, turning them over. Just like fingering an unopened book, each piece precious in my gr......

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...Tradewinds strummed the cocoa nutter's palm fingers the sun crept down to its packed trunk overburdened routes tangled tunnels underground the sun snuck below through the subtropic shaft a sunny......

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... Tickle stamen dances with the dew. Released, scent in the air, fragranced sweetly K-new. Bubble your brew of pheromone v-aperture My attention from your look of capture ......

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...The Truth Of Many Lies Prose, Instead of my non-inclusive poem Gravity has no tolerance. Laws have no tolerance. Tragedy has no tolerance. The truth has not a way to give one iota from it......

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...Residual finger pointer in an in-haunting, instigator of an instigator taunting. Infiltrator with sash of tendriled gas, or is it dust feeling in lusts, zealing a fingering, ......

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...Most of my flying now is restricted to planes, feet less able to “trip the life fantastic” -- age having slowed fast living to delayed starts and early finishes – joining the genuflecti......

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