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On silken sheets, curvaceous she
Alluring eyes are drawn to me
Pert, excited she craves my hand
In loving caress, two in understand
Gently we kiss like Rose petals soft
Whilst exterior storms lash our Highland croft
Candle light flickers across the walls we dance
Postures so sexy, delightful we stance
Passionate sighs thrall, in this place so old
Body temperatures rise deflecting it's cold
We are two become one in thunderous lust
Wanting we are absorbing loving so just
Hands wander tease in adventurous taunt
Kissing aplenty in sexily want
Avenues pursued amidst erogenous groans
Candle light dims as it bows to our moans
Loving sighs implode, together we lie graced
Enriched in we, in this wonderful place
Drifting souls entwined now entering tomorrows dreams
Displaying wonderful colours, like rainbow streams
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Mein kampf synonymous as a blooper
Writer of these words,
a former Lower Providence inhabitant,
who dwelled within darkest depths
of Dante Alighieri's inferno
for most of his outlandish, impish,
and devilish growing up years
witnessed microscopic scrimmage,
where spermatozoan with most forcefulness
muscled itself handedly,
magnificently, and splendidly
envision unicellular olympic competition,
yours truly swimmingly
begot during the heat
of parents being passionately fruitful
courtesy diploid erogenous frisson
between my then searingly
robust virile father and fecund mother
~ late March/early April 1958
ushered seminal moment
post ova fertilization realization
courtesy male gamete
penetrating zona pellucida
a glycoprotein layer surrounding the oocyte
triggering cell bait multiplication
subsequently yielding male
gendered offspring and sole son
hashtagged as uber twittering, snapchatting,
shutterflying super duper
cute little boy with short strawberry blond hair,
whose solitudinarian nature
became quite evident when he displayed
acute social withdrawal
upon off fish shill commencement
getting schooled as a grouper
by mister Hooper,
who made his debut
appearance on Sesame Street
November 10, 1969
as storied and staple long time resident
on above named television show
until March 18, 1983,
beloved by adults and children alike
within make believe community
(a conglomerate of real and imaginary locales)
peopled with proprietary named characters
for any of a number of humorously grotesque
glove or rod puppets and marionettes,
chiefly representing animals,
first popularized, idolized,
dramatized, capitalized, and actualized
by the children's television programme
Sesame Street (1969-) and more recently
in The Muppet Show (1976-80).
Also: a toy made to resemble one of these
ingenious brainchild of Jim Maury Henson
an American puppeteer, animator, actor,
and filmmaker who achieved worldwide
notability as the creator of the Muppets
which series originated as two pilot episodes
produced by Henson for ABC in 1974 and 1975.
Henson's shocking, sudden death occurred on May 16, 1990 of organ failure resulting from streptococcal toxic shock syndrome. An emotional memorial service was held five days later at the Cathedral of St. John the Divine in New York City.
Fall,
Fall
And keep on falling until
You splatter and drip
On the head of a man in a chequered shirt.
He's bin scraping,
picking
and trying to get in.
Sweat runs down it's black exterior.
Gum is chewed again,
as it feels sweet, sweet moisture once more.
Him and a friend find a crack
And go at like gold miners.
Sharp pangs cut through erogenous graffiti...
...then the bin asks what is it all for?
Suffocated by cigarette ends,
enough to make a pack of Marlboro's,
Albeit a wet one.
I don't question the scrapers and stealers, I question the onlookers.
There contents not much better than mines.
I think I'm just bitter.
It's clear what I'm supposed to do:
Fill up with rain water and let the litter float down the streets.
How easy it is
To entice a poetess
To lead her to surrender
Step by word step
Deeper and deeper
Guiding her
To that place of readiness
Where he waits to possess her
Foreplay with no hands
No lips
No touch
And yet
Sensations more powerful
Lasting longer
Reaching deeper
Tasting sweeter…
Foreplay of words
That make her melt
That caress
And undress
That bewitch
And draw her
Gently surely
To the abandon of self
To his desires….
Unchaining her inhibitions
Freeing her soul
Surrender his goal
That will be complete
Word hands that tug and tease
The erogenous zones of her heart
A word tongue that glides
Over those secret places she hides
That slowly reveals
All that she is and dreams
The word harvester of her screams
The foreplay of words
That brings the fusion of two souls
Fantasies contained
No longer chained
Burst in an explosion of colors
Against the backdrop of her mind
Ecstasy
As each new display
Takes her breath away
Celebration of sensuality
Brought on by words
Intercourse of lives, minds, souls
Climax of being, feeling, meaning
The wet sensation of tears
Washed and clean
Relaxed and serene
She emanates light
Living in the perpetual afterglow
Of love's rhythm and flow
Brought on by the foreplay
Of his words....
Eileen Manassian Ghali
"Bespoke"
unknown variables quiver the quill
biting words playfully taking waiting lips
qualitative honeyed eucylyptus elixir
speaks to you
bespoke
in passionate whispers
dripping the burning grenades
intimate soliquays
like a warm feathered breeze
down all your lines
fuse lit and delicious
scorching taste it wait it
on tongue speaking firm
weighted words loaded
on erogenous Eros
erroneous Ares
I gift you a gift
from the war zone
a dangerous body of work
quantitative soft kisses
following satin fingertips
Peel open
the pomegranate jewel
kept tight in all its cool chapters
the succulent pink velvet
territory tasted
unconquered
bespoke and
unbroken
packed and loaded
voluptuous bullets
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
“She/ Dangerous Woman” – Styles, Grande
https://youtu.be/RdkGSyP527Y
"Voluptuous Bullets"
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/voluptuous_bullets_1215553
"Don't need permission
Made my decision
to test my limits
'Cause it's my business,
God as my witness
Start what I finished
Don't need no hold up
Taking control
of this kind of moment
I'm locked and loaded
Completely focused,
my mind is open..."
LYRICS / "Dangerous Woman" , Ariana Grande
https://genius.com/Ariana-grande-dangerous-woman-lyrics
LYRICS/ "She", Harry Styles
https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/harrystyles/she.html
Yes…recycling is a good thing
Why let something valuable
Become a complete waste
Depleting resources
Already scarce
Why waste
When it can be salvaged
Remixed
Redone
Reused
True, true
But don’t you dare do that with love
Don’t you dare even think
To give me
Your recycled love
With me, all the material must be new
FRESH, CRISP, CLEAN expressions of love
Material that is then made into something beautiful
Custom made just for me…
Fit to allure the woman I AM…UNIQUELY ME
No tried and true methods to woo
No erogenous spots navigation
According to someone else's old map
No…every woman is different
With different guide
To the hidden treasure...
No….with me…
It's all got to be
Pristine, pure, virgin
Like a clear mountain stream
Or the unpolluted air
PURE
No recycled words
No recycled haunts you took HER to
No recycled love songs…that you used to make HER melt
I have an inner song that defies anything you can play
You will only hear it
When you get to know MY soul
I melt in different ways
I love different words
I see different colors
I visit different places
I hear different music
I WANT A LOVE THAT IS…..FRESH!!!!
Unrecycled
Pure
Clean
Clear
Of any past references...
I want the resources of your heart
JUST OR ME
To be used with abandon
For they are a renewable resources
Always available
Alwayas a new supply
Always ready to be used
To create beauty
To attract
To entice
To capture
ME…
Eileen Manassian Ghali
The facts of life, O birds and bees,
how getting aroused, can trigger a sneeze,
Weird as it seems, science explains,
this behavior’s no contagious disease,
Apparently nasal erectile tissue,
caused this quirk during evolution,
Was used to discern erotic pheromones,
isn’t that a nice upstanding resolution,
Autonomic reflex gets overloaded,
in which we have no control,
If you have a secret admirer,
an Achoo! could betray their goal,
Now I’ve opened Pandora’s box,
let the cat out of the bag,
Instead of social distancing,
sneezes might encourage a shack,
This poem has some side effects,
even strange permutations,
God bless you! never be the same again,
could construe carnal allegations,
Strange this evolutionary mixup,
is still embedded in our genes,
Contemporary signals of interest,
usually belay bulging jeans,
I’m going out on a limb here,
for better no definitely worse,
Did we humans in our primeval past,
grunt prelingual dirty words,
So many questions surround,
basic instincts of procreation,
Least of which erogenous zones,
are open to interpretation,
Like whispering sweet nothings,
a turn on, in each other’s ears,
Call out the ex’s name by mistake,
your lusty night might end in tears,
So if dressing up like Snow White,
and think someones getting sleazy,
Take it easy on the small guy,
he may just be acting out sneezy.
By
David Kavanagh
I accepted that am a girl only after this incident
in which I witnessed peak adrenaline rush !!
That unforgettable day still alive in my vision~
When he held my hands ,
placing it on his shoulders,
pushed me against the wall,
curled up my soft silky hair in his finger tips
and pressed his warm.. already swollen lips
on my forehead;
I was in a crazy drive ..just completely lost in the
extended door of love explore,
doused in unsettling sudor dribbling leisurely;
Whilst undressing my soul,
he smoothly opened my heart and
embraced the throbbing beats.
Hot breaths from lungs continually waltzed over skin.
My ecstatic erogenous nerves thrived
in the phase of flash.
Stirring me throughout with kisses,
his swirling lingua caressed my curves.
Sensual flame unravelled his honeyed
steamy mood as my breathless faint moans
cuddled the heated passion,
his scent entangled to my hair, i inhaled and melted.
His masculine force strenuously spilled intoxication..
And I was his hunt caught to relieve his hunger
and fulfill desired crave.
He was extremely eager to devour,
gazing at his eyes I gulped down the sizzling tremor.
As it was gradually progressing..
I suddenly heard a sharp call through my ears.
"Wake up" !!
And there I lie, sighting the ceiling & fan.
It took so long for me to realize that it was a dream.
Just an incomplete, unquenched dream...
26-6-2020
Second place in the Contest.
Note: Sensuality poetry Contest.
Sponsored by Silent One.
Hands folded prayer like to beseech thee
to abduct me with no cause to up braid
natural temptation found temptation commanding
from divine dada disobeyed
Earthbound Olympian of love,
now dwells amidst mossy secluded glade
a natural bed of soft earthy, downy
canopied bridal awaiting to lovers to get laid
and maybe nine months later,
a baby will resemble thee dear milkmaid
then whence we return to our Land O’ Lakes chalet
homage will be paid
in which human guise paramour
doles secrets of amorous Lumineers trade
into dreamland such desire does in vade.
Victuals to satiate pleasures of flesh
especially erogenous zones
administered by this imaginary mistress
sin seductive tones
thru this private line, but no other phones
triggering mine little rolling stones
to generate primal sounds vis a vis moans
inducing groin seams of pants extreme groans
toward pocket sixty-nine without lovely bones.
A copious amount of adoration suffuses entire body of this man
her, whose gentle and kind embrace promises to be eternal plan
as made mention in the Bible, Quran, or Torah millennia ago rattan
whose healthy libido will probably outlive me life span.
Royal carpet treatment awaits me each and every day
as the differences between myself and august dweller on high
establish a bounty and glory of compassion to roll in the hay
atop bodacious, delicious, felicitous fantasy asks me to lie
imbibing succulent atmosphere akin to an eternal month o may
taking spirit soaring thousands of miles of feet in the sky.
Upon hearing sweet nothings nobody else can hear
affecting heavy breathing indicated by nostril
that imperceptibly flare
a sheer grin of joy lights up countenance ear to ear
despite impish quarks of this divine being so dear
as journey to inxs of nirvana induced ejaculated whispered clear
from being buck-naked bare.
I’m so much in love with a lass from above
It leaves such a knot in my gut
For it’s hard to kiss one’s favourite miss
When her tongue dangles out of her butt
Her eyes grow on stalks, which sway when she walks
And I really like licking her skin
I get naughty thoughts when I’m sucking her warts
For her sweat is effectively gin
Her big bulbous nose and her seventeen toes
All sprout from her one massive foot
And her head is quite bare save for one curly hair
While her teeth are the colour of soot
I know that her face is all over the place
With a most private place for an ear
But I can’t resist those moments of bliss
When she whispers my name from her rear
It might seem absurd but haven’t you heard
That there are no men up on Mars
So they come to Earth when they want to give birth
And chat up the men in our bars
But she can’t conceive with our human creed
So Martian girls self propagate
They just use us lot to get themselves hot
For there is no compatible mate
But now I’ve been shown her erogenous zone
You won’t find me getting all glum
There’s one naughty place on the side of her face
You should see what she has for a thumb.