The
sublime
overlaid
in elements
of
tangible
libidinous
fascination
intensifying
the
self-contained
&sufficient
expressions
of
passion
displayng needs
in
an abudance
of
motifs
"Even him did outlandish women cause to sin." Nehemiah 13.26b
Even Solomon.
A fame torn apart
a name blotted
honor dissipates by mere act
the villain, women,
The Victim Solomon,
The acts, Lust.
bevies of licentious libidinous passerby
in ambuscade hunting destiny
Even Solomon,
Reputation buried in-between thighs
A king captured
Indelible stigma
women got him.
With tendencies towards modes abhorrent, I operate
Hone deterrence to deserved carnal pleasure consolidate
Intentional extension of potential paths provoke
Libidinous grasping of bliss platter's swift revoke
Elysium eviction accepts anguish for apple crisp taste
Impaired paradise jags a vagabond, journey's ardour
Want stimulates striving, stiff splinter of suffered strappado
Harvest achieved after toil has farmer famished
Indebted unto a sliding spiral, subsided vanquish
Sacrilege accounts for devious mortals' imminent waste
Pain prescribed for impiety wraps breath in challenge
Embarrassed to decay, by greedy big ego enchanted
Rid of Eden's pardon, shield of shame, always disgraced
22nd October
Transgressions
Obstruct Heaven
He stakes my arms to the wall, with binding hands.
I feel his desire through the strength of his grip, he
presses against me and I can’t move. I meet his eyes.
He smiles. I smile.
We kiss to form a scabrous, common bond.
I feel bound up in him and we remain, as such,
too long, too rude, too rough - and free for all to see.
It’s enough to draw curious eyes and jealous sighs.
We stop for air, to reestablish equillibria.
Our immediacy is too giddy - we’re too flushed
for words - the libidinous overtures of dirty birds.
It’s just a kiss, or two - too few - measure them by
pleasures blush - but now, we to the dance floor rush
to join the crush - YES, fun is enough.
Lusty Lacey
There was a libidinous gal named Lacey.
She pondered thoughts steamy and racy.
Then her hunk of a husband came in.
Oh, how she longed with her darling to sin!
Instead he chose they go shopping at Macy's!
June 3, 2020
3:40pm PST
Poem # 1,219
Passion burned brighter
than candle flames
licking shadows on the wall.
A tongue sipped sweet nectar
from cream filled silken folds
that quivered with each libidinous stroke.
Like wisps of smoke, her whimpers rose
aroused by sensual flickering.
Embers smoldering
until luxuria was sated.
Some Kind of Sensual Poetry Contest
sponsored by Nette Onclaud
6/3/2020 -- 44 words
A golden sunset setting before them.
Two young teens bewitched, hardly in boredom.
The young teen girl in the soft, coral knee-highs stood.
Oh, if only a kiss on her lips thought he, if I only could.
They stood in wonderment of the tall, wispy weeds of
their sunset Spring.
That undulating moment of sacred, sexual awakening.
He, in his new Chinos and shirt, so vibrantly rooster red.
Matched the libidinous thoughts that danced about in his
tousled, boyish head.
The trees seemed to bow, creating a private love cave.
The boy, leaned over, and upon her lips, the softest,
sweetest, cotton-candy kiss gave.
May 29, 2020
3:30 pm PST
Poem# 1,304
Eyes..eyes, I always see your lambent eyes.
Staring at me, ever scintillating,
As the glimmering, summer sands of time.
Dreaming of drifting heavenwards with you.
Like two sparkling candles rising heavenward,
Melting sensually into each other with a warm rainbow hue.
My crystalline obsession yours be,alone for life.
Any thought of you, totally mitigates
All earthly,empty, needless strife.
So place your lush, libidinous lips on mine.
So that we may burn ever so brightly
Till the still, setting sunset of our Romios star time.
Your~ Panagiota
April 23, 2020
7pm. PST
Wrapped ...
In dark wonder
Lost to the moon
In mists of madness
We ...
Are conflagration
You burn my blood
The fiery chaos, coursing
Molten forms in synchronicity
A libidinous engine, erotique
Revving inside you ...
I, the sudoric hand to your glove
Crimson nails rake my chest
You grind me, pestle-on-mortar
Eyes above me rolling back in carnal bliss
I stop, and wait ... teasing
Your gaze returns the moon's delirium
Seeing my vexing grin ...
You squeeze my cheeks like a naughty child
Trembling ... anticipating
Eyes pleading ...
I wait ... building tension ... need
Milking your desire and intensity
And when the want in your eyes is unbearable
I relent, and push you slowly up
Arching with renewed passion and depth
Your hair and soft places lilt
Hypnotizing me ...
Coy, sexy smile ...
Letting me think I'm in control
When we both know
Otherwise ...
Wrapped ...
In dark wonder
Lost to the moon
In mists of ...
US.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Picture Prompt" Poetry Contest, Brenda Chiri, Judge & Sponsor.
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
silky, shapely, shameless seductress, swaying
tantalizing, torrid, entangled twining
languid, luxe, libidinous, luscious luncheon ~
Black widow spider
May 29, 2019
That day, power-greed
sparkled, in his vision
like a festive crescent
and all the anticipations of the inhabitants
missed their trail, in the gloom of the night
That was the day, akin to his first step towards the authority
That day,
the crocodile of the voracity to lead was belching…
in the moving lake of his spirit
That day, ominous crescent, being sting
was aching, like the stern dagger wound
in the eyes of poverty of the motherland…
That day,
a gloomy battle opened its’ eyes in the lap of the homeland.
That evening of December
walked-off vanished in the womb of the history…
perpetually, sewing the stars of darkness of centuries, with the hem of the universe
That power-chair now, is lying in the backyard of his abode,
being a source of relish for the words of his libidinous, dissolute and penurious - compassionate companions
& today,
the intellect of the whole realm,
lies in the feet of deprivation
The melodic motions resonate,
as the embryonic evulsions ovulate
Sensuous symphonies create,
thrusting the White Knights to migrate
Reverberating echoes of ecstasy,
within chimes of chemistry
Upon procreation of pleasantry,
rituals oscillating rhapsody…
Of the erotic erections elated,
through meretricious minds have mated
Vestal visions have consummated,
of the seductive streams lubricated
Amidst sonic ringing of celestial spheres
the arousing of titillating tears
Penetrating promiscuous pioneers,
lasting libidinous music to my ears.
Feb.13.2019
Music to my Ears
Sponsored by: Silent One
Placed 1'st...Thank You
Resourceful
Libidinous slacker resilient convict
Sister of Chad Destiny Trevor Linus and Ray
Lover of freedom fiction and vodka
Who feels insignificant hopeful and incongruent
Who fears rejection withdrawal attachment
Who would like to see acceptance publication serenity
Resident of nowhere
Scribbler
Written 01-28-19
Writing Challenge 2, Bio Form, January 2019 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart
Black faces of wooly lost voices,
do you hear the siren call
of Little Miss Bo Peep?
Can you see her waving
a dollar ensign,
Grand Opening mall flag?
Does this retail muzak rhapsody
securely lull you to sleep?
You got so much Egyptian trust
in Lady Cleopatra libidinous liberty
Has material comfort
become your grazing, green pastures ...
open range captivity?
Shear vote opportunity
is a naked obsession bleat
Cast another empty pocketbook bawl ballot,
and watch your precious
idolatry covering
get blanket poll tax fleeced
Angry bleating of the sheep,
another empty promise
that you hoped
the wolf shepherds would keep
So truly, light-minded naive ...
how falsely deep you believe
Did you think a vote
would set your anxieties free?
The chronic weep of color barrier pain,
be dead end tears
mixed with golden shower purple reign
Oh, woe woe ... woe
to the bleating of the lost sheep
Eat the viol worms of your vanity
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