Fondle Poems - Poems about Fondle

... The curved fondle of an embrace within the moistened kindle of an evening's oiled lamp... the splendor of your lubricious mouth gathering all that's aflame and gentle and I will find the......

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... “The birds fly away from their nurturing nest, find their own skies to soar” – Quote by Poet I built the nest for them where we could stay together for as long as the sun ros......

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... Come, loved one... stay sunlit grand Let birdsongs from those lips croon to me, Of radiant morns holding your blooms And leaves aglow winging carefree , These lustrous scenes...gifts of......

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... Written: May 25, 2025, for Contest: Sponsored by: Constance La France Quote: "There is a place where voices sing your beauty, A place where every breath carves your image in my so......

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... I've come to amuse you to make sure you're not blue to attempt to make you smile for even just a litttle while I don't mind acting the clown if I can wipe away your frown your tears I canno......

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... sunset sails on palettes of tangerine I close my eyes to fondle this spectacle in few nicks of brushstrokes; its glory done my tears stumble , free falling... asking for whys of its hues vani......

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...pluck me like a ripened fruit from the garden that the sun shone on early in the morning and you would sigh in relief at the harvest because i was good to you see me as fondly as the first buds......

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... I've somehow pondered about the rush of air of how I could be lulled on billows, and yet, its notes upon my flesh eludes me-- as if in midnight trailing, weeping in refrains thi......

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... “The birds fly away from their nurturing nest, find their own sky, never to return” – Quote by Poet For them I built the nest, where we could stay together for as long as the......

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... A Matt Calliri Contest: Are You A Mouse or A Mountain 18 June 24 -------- Comes the morning fog sprawling on my territory where northern glens dry from rotten stubble and mess of debris... ......

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...Love is a passionate portrait painted with the heart Burnished brush strokes are a cherished work of art when friendship blossoms as buds bloom into flowers and romance reigns with caresses in gar......

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...The fruit juice drips momentarily beneath the alter filling the crevices and corner, while the sound of impatient traffic rolls down the street honking horns and disrupting the peace. A strange sound......

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...I spring alone with forgotten memories and shattered letters, I waltz through every landscape, I leap unendingly, sprinkling imprints of my fondness as rippled dunes and filtered secrets. I am passio......

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...To know the edge of beauty Fondle a rose petal Softly Close your eyes Feel the sun’s warmth Radiating From within. To know the song Of nature Stand Alone Amid its beauty Hold Without c......

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...11:30 Dark circles Creepy eyes Heavy breath Weeping sigh "Won't you miss me when I'm gone", She cried. He fondle her while he choked up His misty - eyed; Unaware that she'l......

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