Longevity
Living a
Libertine
Lifestyle is usually a
Liability when it comes to achieving
Longevity. However, one might be
Lucky to
Live
Long enough if they take a
Laxative occasionally to keep their systems
Lubricated and rid themselves of their toxic
Licentiousness.
.
yet i am not ready
for mine
fluffy
vinter
snuggle bunnie
spoon
gone so soon
hmmm
summer sweat'n
in own
her
hammock though
libertine
let’s not get carried away
with my cache of failings
and unbless’ed idioscyncrasies
the brain mysterious,
untouchable
mazed, unreadable
the heart lethal,
more ingenious
blowing smoke, big guns
bang, bang
love
bang bang, love
I’ll cover your skin
like soft, warm
cashmere
kissing the inbetweens
moments of sweet seduction
hypnotised, I’ll take
your swelling soul in
bang, bang
love
I’m a gangsta,
Sweet Sin,
Love
is a libertine
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Sweet Sin. Love. Libertine.
In my lifetime, Russia went from 'godless communism'
to 'the defender of traditional values and patriotism'
While America turned from a proud free nation under God
into a debauched libertine, entirely unshod
libertine with wings
sun-drenched and comatose
awaiting night flight
How close it was but sadly not to be
with chosen numbers falsely provident -
deserving no such serendipity
lest I remain reckless and delinquent.
Mine are the sins of a Protestant son
whose dream ticket near made me well-heeled,
but my wheel of fortune has been spun
and my jackpot eyes hermetically sealed.
No luck, no pockets of silver and gold,
no libertine joy till O’ happy dirge!
Now my Faustian spirit that sold its soul
will not my blunted senses purge.
No wild debauchery drunk and depraved
and no fast women in fast cars to abscond.
O' well, I'd only be badly behaved
with some giddy perky pneumatic blonde!
Written: December 1996
Unhinged lunatic Howling at the Moon
On a moonlit late night
I sat in a bar
Drinking drams of demented, fermented dream dew
Just an unhinged lunatic
Dreaming of howling at the full moon
Watching the world walk by
Looking at all the fine-looking babes
Walking by the street
Thinking wild, erotic thoughts
Of endless wild libertine passions
When into the bar
Walked the most beautiful women
In the Universe
So wild, so free
So wonderfully alive
I did not know what to do
As this vision of delight
Sauntered through the bar
In skin-tight leather pants
Looked so fine
That my eyeballs hurt
Finally, I had to say something
I gathered up my manly courage
I walked up to her
She looked at me
Instantly bewitched my soul
With a devilish grin
I lost all reason
And became a raving lunatic
Unhinged lunatic
Howling at the moon
Foaming at the mouth
A wild, free werewolf
Howling at the lunatic light
Of the full Moon
O lady of sunbeams so pert 'neath morn's fresh sky,
within your force my heart's realm hath crowned you fair queen.
Amid your sassy satin my dreams are mirrored.
Surely thy regal pout is my heart's libertine.
... CayCay
February 27, 2020
(written for a contest)
Little Lucy likes liver
Long legged Lou loves Lucy
Loquacious Lenny laments loudly
Lovely Linda listens little
Listen Linda Listen!
Laborious Leroy lives luxuriously
Lethargic Larry lies levitating
Liberal Lillian languishes longingly
Looking languid, lacking levity
Lexical Lexi, legendary lewd librarian
Loves licentious liaisons
Lecherous Lucas lubricious libertine
Looks lustily like leading lothario
Lugubrious lyric, ludicrous lines
Lacking lucidity, looney lunacy
Lightheaded lexicography!
Lucrative limerick?? Laughable!
Oh ambrosial Aphrodite send me love
on Cupids arrow,
For it has vanquished like licentious lightening
in a sybaritic storm…
Fill my cup with nesting nectar that pours with
lecherous liquids of amour,
Enter my heart so it may thunder
and like heated Hurricanes lustfully kiss the shore…
Send me carnal caresses with a fervid flesh
and feral flushes to adore,
For I am lost in a vixen vortex
within a carnivorous cave of liquid lust...
Send me flirtatious kinky kisses
that hover above my bawdy being,
With the midnight moon undressed
exposing its inner light of erotic equations …
Fill my abysmal amative appetite
impassioned and inflamed,
A lachrymal liaison libidinous to the grave
For I hunger for your lewd libertine love.
July.23.2019
Hunger Poetry
Sponsored by: Silent One
Background music by...
Erotic Lounge Music
Sensual Band
'Magie de amour' 2018
With virtual female voice
Placed 1'st...Thank You
Oh, the face of love be the moon ever lit so bright
With the pelvic pull of desire on this summer’s night
Thus we enchant & entwine before the mornings' dew
As the titanic tides of love bring my heart back to you
Upon a gentle bashful breeze to groom the amorous air
With emerald eyes eternal, glittering as I starry stare
Oh, magnetic moon of the specious seductive sphere
Bring your titillating twilight to last this yearnful year
Mysterious moon, you blanket well your libertine lovers
As they release your spell underneath captivating covers
And the poets forever write about your lasting gleams
For their words pour down through bewitching beams
Oh, mesmerizing moon you bring us decorous delight
A magical monolithic mistress, goddess of sensual sight.
March.08.2019
Liquid Luna Lace
Sponsored by:
Chantelle Anne Cooke
Placed 1'st...Thank You
On a moonlit late night
I sat in a bar
Drinking drams of demented, fermented dream dew
Just an unhinged lunatic
Dreaming of howling at the full moon
Watching the world walk by
Looking at all the fine looking babes
Walking by the street
Thinking wild, erotic thoughts
Of endless wild libertine passions
When into the bar
Walked the most beautiful women
In the Universe
So wild, so free
So wonderfully alive
I did not know what to do
As this vision of delight
Sauntered through the bar
In a skin-tight leather pants
Looked so fine
That my eyeballs hurt
And finally, I had to say something
So, I gathered up my manly courage
And walked up to her
And she looked at me
And instantly bewitched my soul
With a devilish grin
I lost all reason
And became a raving lunatic
Unhinged lunatic
Howling at the moon
Foaming at the mouth
A wild, free werewolf
Howling at the lunatic light
Of the full Moon
Note: in honor of the blood moon posted on my blog the world according to cosmos
"Blue Carnal"
Libertine take your time
unlace the chords of
the corset of my mind
cerebral you take me
walking barefoot towards you
like your welcomed stalker
through your windows
twin mirrors
naked flames'
unfurling reflections
Your mind is the tide that turns me
I am walking on the edge
Omnipresent you turn me over
dissolute you are too fast and hot
Blue Carnal
I am your soft core hard reckoning
(LadyLabyrinth/2018)
https://youtu.be/P3BPLzPOCxo
"She returned many times to this apartment. Her desire would begin long before each meeting, as she dressed for him. At all hours of the day his perfume would issue from some mysterious source and haunt her. Sometimes as she was about to cross a street, she would remember his scent so vividly that the turmoil between her legs would make her stand there, helpless, dilated. Something of it clung to her body and disturbed her at night when she was sleeping alone."
(Delta of Venus, Anais Nin)
You grieved his soul when you stormed out that day;
Such vitriol re-echoed in your wake.
To spurn a father’s love and walk away
Was more than his poor aching heart could take.
You squandered his benevolence in vain
For passing pleasures brought no lasting joy,
Regarded his wise counsel with disdain
A libertine existence to employ.
And yet he always spoke of you with love
Forgiving your imperious self-pride,
You were the vulture, he a turtle-dove
Hoping with fervent prayer you’d turn the tide.
Your name was murmoured in his parting sigh;
How tragic that you never said good-bye.
30/08/18
'Sour grapes contest' sponsored by Mark Massey
September Premiere 2018,Any Form,Any Theme,Upto A Max Of 20 Lines Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
I wish I had a Valentine
Neither Saint nor libertine
Nor one who ALWAYS toes the line
A girl like you would be just fine!
I may not set your heart aglow
Nor fill your palms with lots of dough
Nor promise you our love will grow
But I would love to be your beau!
Presuming you're not celibate
Would you like to celebrate
How Lady Luck has twisted fate
To make us both the perfect date?
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