Words like gentle rain,
But ground stays parched, no life springs,
Empty sound remains.
©bfa050225
——— erogenous poem ———
——— slides off the tip of my tongue ———
——— spoken incursive ———
The sun blazed like a hearth
Upon the helpless earth
As I strutted from the stream,
My calabash filled to the brim.
I saw him lose his footing,
He fell and hurt his shin
But he fixed his gaze on me,
Cleared his throat and spoke to me:
“Please, a mouthful brother
To quench this raging thirst,
I am sorry this is a bother
But give me a mouthful first”
“Your timing is wrong, brother
Because I am late to church.
Please endure your thirst
Till I return from the church”.
In the church I sang
Until my voice grew hoarse,
I knelt in the pew and prayed
For the good of all my neighbours.
I opened my eyes
And saw the funeral procession.
“A mouthful would have saved him”,
I heard the mourners say.
“May his soul rest in peace”,
I replied and wept.
A kiss before dying, may our lips meet again in Heaven.
We speak of truth, our souls delight,
but actions prove us wrong
If words alone could make it so
—each day would end in song
(University Of Pennsylvania: May, 2021)
As I walk out of the shower
my mind hastily flips
You are stood in front of me
naked and licking your lips
Thoughts run through my mind
but too many to mention
And it is quite obvious to you
that you now have my total attention
Press your sexy body close
as your lips meet mine
Tongues become entangled
the taste, sweeter than wine
Hunger in me is growing fast
and my desire simply beckons
Been far too long now sweetheart
since we've had one of these sessions
Slowly your lips work down my neck
and over my muscular chest
Mixture of sweat and goosebumps
proving you are simply the best
Tongue shoots out now
licking my torso and lower belly
Then!! as your warmth gets lower
my legs near turn into jelly
Saliva and breath titillating
nigh on impossible to ignore
Cup your head gently in my hands
as you continue to explore
Your lips are parted wide now
I can't talk, just stammer and stutter
Mouth engulfs, what is now engorged
my eyes close and I start to shudder
With lips parted we kiss once again
me, promising you same mutual feeling
With use of just my lips and tongue
you too darling, will soon be squealing
There once was a lass named Bikini Rose
Curvy-swervy from her lips to her toes
The lads ah-ed and oohed
Which Rose just pooh-poohed
Due to those hairs coming out of her nose
LIP SERVICE
parishioner’s lips
misbehaving in church kiss ~
wife’s peace offering
11/5/2017
senryu
Lip dance
Lip service
This is bliss
Come to me naked
And come with a kiss
Either
a searing indictment of
contemporary American society
or
just a bit of fun!
*******
They seem to have forgotten common courtesy,
'Have A Nice Day!' rings so hollow, it's a shame;
they're mired in mediocrity
and no one ever, ever takes the blame.
Overweight and under-nourished,
over-sexed and under-intellectual,
they preen and pose their way to
self-importance, perpetually ineffectual.
They clutch desperately on to their perceptions,
their DVD's and plasma TV screens;
they're rushing blindly to the brink of self-destruction,
never caring for a moment what life means.
I'll have a cup of tea and read Jane Austen,
self-righteous, showing smug English reserve,
and laugh at all their cheesy indiscretions
while I cheer their unimaginable nerve!
Either
a searing indictment of
contemporary American society
or
just a bit of fun!
They seem to have forgotten
common courtesy, 'Have a Nice Day!'
rings so hollow, it's a shame;
they're mired in mediocrity and
no one ever, ever takes the blame.
Overweight and under-nourished,
over-sexed and under-intellectual,
they preen and pose their way to self-
importance, perpetually ineffectual.
They clutch desperately on to their
perceptions, their DVD's and plasma
TV screens; they're rushing blindly
to the brink of self-destruction, never
caring for a moment what life means.
I think I'll have a cup of tea and read
Jane Austen, self-righteous, showing
smug English reserve, and laugh at all
their cheesy indiscretions while I weigh
their unimaginable nerve!
most poets
neither am nor want to be
just stuck
halfway to an imagined hell
of homage to self
and lip service to the creator
EITHER
a searing indictment of
contemporary American society
OR
just a bit of fun!
**********
They seem to have forgotten common courtesy,
'Have A Nice Day!' rings so hollow, what a shame;
they're so mired in mediocrity
and no one ever, ever takes the blame.
Overweight and under-nourished,
over-sexed and under-intellectual,
they preen and pose their way
to self-importance, perpetually ineffectual.
They clutch desperately on to their perceptions,
their DVD's and plasma TV screens;
they're rushing blindly to the brink of self-destruction,
never caring for a moment what life means,
so I'll have a cup of tea and read Jane Austen,
self-righteous, showing smug English reserve,
and laugh at all their cheesy indiscretions
while I cheer their unimaginable nerve!
Either
a searing indictment of
contemporary American society
or
just a bit of fun!
They seem to have forgotten
common courtesy, 'Have a Nice Day!'
rings so hollow, it's a shame;
they're mired in mediocrity and
no one ever, ever takes the blame.
Overweight and under-nourished,
over-sexed and under-intellectual,
they preen and pose their way to self-
importance, perpetually ineffectual.
They clutch desperately on to their
perceptions, their DVD's and plasma
TV screens; they're rushing blindly
to the brink of self-destruction, never
caring for a moment what life means.
I think I'll have a cup of tea and read
Jane Austen, self-righteous, showing
smug English reserve, and laugh at all
their cheesy indiscretions while I weigh
their unimaginable nerve!
EITHER
a searing indictment of
contemporary American society
OR
just a bit of fun!
**********
They seem to have forgotten common courtesy,
'Have A Nice Day!' rings so hollow, such a shame;
they're so mired in mediocrity
and no one ever, ever takes the blame.
Overweight and under-nourished,
over-sexed and under-intellectual,
they preen and pose their way
to self-importance, perpetually ineffectual.
They clutch desperately on to their perceptions,
their DVD's and plasma TV screens;
they're rushing blindly to the brink of self-destruction,
never caring for a moment what life means,
so I'll have a cup of tea and read Jane Austen,
self-righteous, showing smug English reserve,
and laugh at all their cheesy indiscretions
while I cheer their unimaginable nerve!
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