Long Prurience Poems

Solitary rituals of mourning the write way, right?

Papa... bless his (your) heart and soul,
impossible mission your second born
sole male heir cingularly communicates,
viz his avocational crafted poem, since
written words, mine metier
write most pained words

with great difficulty,...

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the stars weep ...
but not for heaven
they weep for vacant eyes
and hearts of parched desire
with tears untold ...
and uncounted

for where is the hunger -
the yearning for substance
that sets tongues afire?
where are souls that ache for
a...

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Every February fourteenth,
(reference Gregorian Calendar see
High Middle Ages his Saints' Day)
which combs thee
day after morrow aye decree

Tweedledum and Tweedledee
mine near one and same
mean mein near best buddy
donning Harris tweed plus sundry
other manifold couture to express...

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Advent of mass electronic
     (not necessarily fail
proof), nonetheless spellbinding
     how earthlinked communications
     sent and/or received information
     quicken er than...

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Flim-Flam dances to the beat of a drugged out drummer
Her moves are suggestive and sometimes vulgar
Her hands are soiled and damp holding onto the grimy pole
She’s topless and her dancing is like a listless puppet...

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you course in my veins with prurience, wild
          immersing my marrow in urge, recompiled
            ...

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Two ripe, moisture-dappled lips
Hunger, unabated, for what lies behind
Entranced by your gaze, I dive ... down ... deep

Rings upon rings, smooth, symmetrical
Indefectible flowing furrows of faultless fluidity
Pulsating circles of rhythmic energy, ever outward
Perfect toroidal expressions...

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How fondly he recalls when doting moon stared
Blush of her radiant smile gleamed opaline skies
While cuddling stellar vibes love they declared 
And embracing her allure he venerated his prize.

In womb of romantic night passions-grand aired
Exchanging...

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You ...

Burn fast in me
Searing like molten metal in my veins
Coursing my flesh with fiery magma, streaming
Each breath taken is more oxygen to feed the flames you ignite

Bones and marrow scorched with electric ferocity, afire
Core,...

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There is always a light, sometimes a tiny glimmer expanding 
Amongst the darkest forest as a fiery wheel of hope and desire 
It measures the life of many years of tasting moments so far and...

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"D"~DAY (TH' DAY COMETH...)


JUST AS PEACE,SEEMED TO EASE US OF MISERY...
DOUBT N' CONTEMPT ARISES,YET 'GAIN TO GREETETH OUR CONTENTMENT
TH' WORLD'S REQUIRING OF INTRICACY,RESOUNDS DINS OF DISDAIN
PLUCKING AT OUR SANITY'S STRINGS,THIS IGNORANCE REWARDS US MOROSE


TO TH'...

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She grew insane
Calling his name
He wonder how she came to know
His home, when He had not told
He stood out the window
To see her face so pale

Oh no, she's a nightmare of wilt and mildew, 
And...

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I am a walking shadow, watching people prowl these streets
Their minds filled with perversion and degradation
I'm an observer of soulmates that amidst the weak
Fascinations so salacious and unchaste
But it's all for one woman
Fantasies of the...

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Her touch
tempts him wild
A shock of heat
bleeds him blind
The intoxicating brew
of her juices and smells
The lips conjured
An erotic flame.
 
His fingers exploring
Her tempting contours 
sensational rush,
their body quivers...
He see her sway
He see her move...
He see...

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I will just pretend a life with you
To hug you until I feel you
and I touch you, you to feel me
I will just pretend the fieriness
along with desires to get blazed
with no fear and with...

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It is not called bagatelle
But can be one!
An instant caress of her curlicue
Popping the bottle with a corkscrew
Objet d'art and its vestige
Touch then smell - the prestige.
Wink and smile
Murmur, as braid gets pulled
The neck is...

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He rapt his thoughts
In a tone of utter solemnity
Reverent disgust veiled
The icy wasteland of his soul

Seized with doubt
His emaciated lust- the empty mirage 
Of his forgotten manhood
Countenanced immodesty

An extension of natural law
Plucked from tender bosom
Leaving...

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Lifeless, I lie here
On the bed of lust
Under the beefy quilt 
of mounting shame
With oozing hurt
And fading flame
To feed your lechery
with drops of salaciousness
Behind the closed doors
of raging prurience
As the rays of sun melt
In the...

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PARLIAMENT

A gathering of owls so wise
Can you see it in their eyes
Open wide as if in surprise
With collective intelligence
And mindset convergence

Wisdom is so easily attributed
And no sign of being inhibited
As knowledge is contributed
To add collective...

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what is love? 
if lust is must avoiding being hurt.
Thus, be taught 
the thought is fought when oriented
by lots in events that flagellates 
the tough innermost instinct.

Whereas, some beings feel unleaded,
we fret ,they flee
on a...

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