i …
swim you ...
like a river, wild
feral flesh, fiery ... merged
my press to your moans and motion
clasped in warm rapture
minds, mouths, mids
emotions spin
like sugar into cotton candy
the Stylistics float, dreamy -
musical hooka smoke that swirls
moody tendrils that wrap us, sexy, smooth
i surge to your source
touch and taste and twist and tickle
timing all with prurient precision
to free your flood
your legs about me, demanding
nails burning sensual glyphs on my back
you kiss my tongue like sweet, tender fruit
then devour -
it, me, my sanity ... my selves, desires
"murder me," i whisper, moving deep ... forceful
"please" ... begging
for my will is no longer ...
my own.
Categories:
hooka, analogy, passion, sensual,
Form: Free verse
EACH morning comes and we are dying
ONE year passes and more are born
i walk in fields of flowers and gossamer
and fell into a hole with stars and nebula passing
and caterpillars singing before they have wings
and a red panda kisses my cheek and explains this is
where things go when one dreams while walking.
-- so hooka man in your small corner closing in upon
your jelly brain gets up and dances again
oh little rolly-polly you are a cute ball
and my brain lost logic and proportion and words
and numbers dissolve at the dawn of common sense.
We are told to believe some things
We are punished for doing many things
We are clean as a Spirit and Soul
but then as always -- life takes its toll
Be safe around busy eyes and hold upon a wind
the secret words you believe in
allow no parrot to squawk within the room of
your private thoughts
Oh! Live! Be different and be your own friend!
Be your own friend!
:: 05.09.2021 ::
Categories:
hooka, age, angst, fairy, words,
Form: Free verse
i swim you ...
like a river, wild
feral flesh, fiery ... merged
my press to your moans and motion
clasped in warm rapture
minds, mouths, mids ...
emotions spin
like sugar into cotton candy
the Stylistics float, dreamy ...
musical hooka smoke that swirls
moody tendrils that wrap us, sexy ... smooth
i surge to your source
touch and taste and twist and tickle
timing all with prurient precision
to free your flood
your legs about me, demanding
nails burning sensual glyphs on my back
you kiss my tongue like sweet, tender fruit
then devour ...
it, me, my sanity ... my selves, desires
"murder me," i whisper, moving deep ... forceful
"please" ... begging
for my will is no longer ...
my own.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Strand Completely New (2) Any Theme, Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
hooka, love, metaphor, passion, sensual,
Form: Free verse
Sarah’s work was once a coma
But now she’s erupting lava
She likes red wine and neat vodka
She likes to smoke her big hooka
Like to dye her hair with henna
She is crazy she is pukka
She’ll wiggle her bum to samba
She’s my lovely darling mukka
I’m her young and toy boy fella
One day we’ll elope together
Categories:
hooka, people
Form: Rhyme
i sit and i draw your face as i see it
a stoned little mad hatter, now without me, yeah
your now without me, and you dont seem to care
alice is gone, your alone in your lair
a lonely little tea party with just one guest
the hooka you won from the catapillar in a bet
gambeling away your last bits of sanity
seems youve already lost your last bits of morality
laughing with crulety at the pain in my heart
swearing you forget the night we werent apart
mind to mind
lips to lips
forgetting each passionate kiss
body to body
skin to skin
not a stich of clothing to seperate us, yeah
we were together just us there
now im laughing through these tears
damning you for all the pain i bare
and thinking, remembering that you dont care
Categories:
hooka, pain,
Form: I do not know?