Long Purr Poems
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As the day comes to a close
I watch the sun as it slowly goes..
My thoughts are once again drawn to you
Your body your lips your heated touch too.
I can almost smell your presences so real
If only it was you i could feel
Instead like times gone by
I spread my knees and with that lonesome sigh
I begin to awaken myself slowly just as you would do
A steady even pace until i feel my core gently begin to throb for you
A bit more pressure is what your lips spoke so close to my ear
I remember every moment as if u were here
As your breath caressed my neck stoking my fire
Softly again i recall you saying "A climax isnt something to rush but to admire"
As my hips started to pump, up went the pressure within
Next thing i remember is an exhale and your lips could be felt on me again.
Thick his voice came "Make it purr so tenderly you melt"
The way that came out mercy the vibration could still be felt
Seeds of desire vibrating from his voice alone
Had forever within me been sown
he showed me how i was to make myself be released
My body always his to do as he pleased
My core hardened more and more
This time not only with desire but a hunger so pure
For my body mind and soul missed the touch
And thinking of him heated me so much
Faster and harder round and round
In and out an unmistakable sound
Bright lights and color pops tightened around swiftly
Shaking my ****** raged on violently
Trying to catch my breath
I heard his release as if on the wind
My world shattered into broken shards
All this time i thought he was gone life had been so hard
My mind returning to reality once more
As my body trembled to its core
Times as these i feel him next to me
His touch his heat almost too much to believe
“May I fondle your gluteus maximus milady?”
“Why you certainly may, my good sir”
“A bucket like yours with such voluptuous curves
Starts me tingling and me motor to purr”
“Let us meander behind that tree over there
We can let our sweet passion flow
Bid a farewell to our inhibitions so to speak
And share in the light of love's glow”
“Now my kind sir, may I ask you a favour
I wish you would progress a bit further
The way you fondle I find quite exhilarating
Can't help myself yelling bloody murder!”
At that very moment a small crowd did appear
They were clapping and cheering us on
So we sheepishly pulled up our pantaloons
As our moment of passion was gone
The moral of the story is really quite simple
When fondling a lady's glutimus max
Make sure you're alone and don't gather a crowd
It can certainly detract from your act
© Jack Ellison 2013
The lion sneaked around the perimeter of the courtyard.
Hiding in the shadows, pretending he was still in the jungle.
There is something big out there! Someone hollered.
The lady smiled, because she had spotted him days ago.
She was a lion tamer. This one would come like the others.
At first, to take a bite of her, but her craft would stop this ilk.
She waited patiently, sitting beneath a bonsai tree, enjoying summer.
The lion decided to pounce. With one mighty leap he landed….
At her feet, in a kitten like pose, tummy up.
The lady reached down and scratched him behind his ears.
I have fresh meat for you, my love, she said. You will like it here.
The lion tried to roar, but a tiny wimpy purr came out.
The lady smiled, happy to give him fresh iced water and a catnip toy.
The lion had never been treated like this before.
He became her admirer, her protector and her friend.
Best of all, he never had to hide again. He was now the lady’s lion.
I have a cat
(or a cat has me),
a furry cat, a very purry cat
when on my lap it's sat,
independent it is
(egotistical too),
yet demands attention
(self-centred through and through),
and when well-fed, its purr
(a four-stroke motor),
is full of condescension,
when behind its ears you scratch
(it's expected of you),
you may believe you heard,
“Meow, meow, meow,”
(sorry, here's the catch),
what it really said is,
“Me now, me now, ME now!”
And, as goldfish swims in bowl,
cat looks on with danger fraught,
thinking, 'So near yet so far,
that fish is food for thought.'
Leading you next to the fireplace..
Can I take your hand?
Leading you there somewhere
Won't you close your eyes awhile?
Don't get afraid or scared
I will do no pain or harm
Now, I will place both arms
Both arms to your narrow waist
Moving slightly one to the nape
Moving slowly one just lower
Won't you lean your head?
Lean to the hallow of my throat
As I will too
Butterflies will suddenly fly
sudden shivers will run down the spine
A song from the heart will be playing
My head I'll gently move
Searching soft cheeks to purr
Lingering my nose to fill
Smelling scents of you
I'll land a kiss to your forehead
And face to face, can I?
Closing my eyes beneath your gaze
One step at a time
Matching mine to yours
And yours to mine
our feet duet unto the floor
Owning this solitary moment
This solely moment for awhile
By:
olive_eloi
7:41 pm
02/10/2014
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The mother duck and her ducklings bond tenderly
The mother cat and her kittens purr contentedly
The mother dolphin frolics with her calf ceaselessly---
Instincts axiomatic emerge, so very naturally.
The schoolgirl gives her sandwich to a friend in need
The young boy lends his grandpa a hand so genteely
The donor proudly gives an organ to the amputee---
Altruistic acts of kindness, performed ever so graciously
The newborn babe brings joy and hope to all quite effortlessly
The young adult strikes out on his own undauntedly
The longtime employee retires from his workplace so tearfully---
The Heaven-bound count their blessings as they turn expectantly
To join those who left this Earth before them, proclaiming truthfully
In solemn asseveration: Nearer my God to Thee...
there was a sweet little man
with a penchant for fashion
who wears his jackets tan
he closes his eyes when he smiles
and looks awfully dashing
eyes of green and gloves of white
he struts about without a worry
soaking in windowbeams til twilight
but if you wake him without caution
he will dash away in haphazard scurry
oh what a lovely little lad
he will greet you with a darling chirp
if you are feeling terribly sad
he has a horizonless kindness
that can heal oceans of hurt
he needs to little to live life sublime
kneading biscuits to start the day
our little Eggy is just a simple guy
whose purrs on your belly will offer
a warmth better than any cabernet
If I could be a cat, I wouldn't chase a mouse,
but if you put me out,
perhaps I'd choose to go and search about
for flowers I could snip with small white teeth
to carry home to you inside my mouth.
My mission then complete,
adoringly I'd greet you with a mew
and blooms strewn at your feet.
I think I might like that.
If I could be a cat, I wouldn't want to eat
kitty stews in cans or livered meat.
I think instead I'd use my feline eyes to plead-
entreating you to feed me from your plate,
and then when you had your fill,
perhaps you'd leave me ice cream
melted and unfinished from your bowl.
I wouldn't hesitate
to lick your fingers clean appreciatively.
Yes, I think I might like that.
If I could be a cat, I wouldn't want to sleep
alone and curled around some ball of yarn.
I'd leap onto your bed instead (I wouldn't make a peep)
and nestle in the cradle of your arm.
And if you reached to stroke my fur,
I'd place my paws upon your chest charmingly
and warmly start to purr.
If I could be a cat, I think I might like that.
(an oldie that I wanted to show again, and I add this little
Valentine Haiku on the bottom just for you, PD):
the trinity of
Linda, Irma, and PD. . . .
get BIG hugs from ME
Whites a color that is pure
Like a lot of things I'm sure
Can be named and described well
In poem I'm about to tell
Snow is glistening and shiny
Creating flakes from huge to tiny
A white car with two kids urgin'
To stay young, sweet and a virgin
A little white ball of fur
Curled up on your lap to purr
White flowers upon your wrist
Jr. Prom and a first kiss
A tiny arm and white wristband
A newborn cry is heard and grand
A bride wearing lace long and white
Who saved herself just for this night
White honor sash is wrapped around
A graduate with cap and gown
The purest thing that I can mention
Will grab everyone's attention
Wings of white so they can fly
Spreading love as they pass by
Angels full of joy and hope
There's nothing better
To help us cope
12/30/2013
Questions rolled through my meek emotive drift.
No answer quick aided my bleak heart rift.
Was this just my intended soul growth hit
or aimed as her fear and faith lesson kit?
Could this drama be a shared karma script?
The same tree roots nurtured us until grown.
The same backdrop displays memories sown.
Never had our love absorbed a sharp tone.
Unconditional love has always shown.
Damn the man for using my love for her
as a hush guarantee bound to occur.
She may never know a heart saboteur
growls beneath his displayed domestic purr.
I knew I must forgive the man some day
but first I wished God to direct my way.
My senses listened for a vibe array.
In time, spirit flashed an answer display - -
For now her growth entails false lived merry
over emotions heavy to carry.
Acceptance released all held contrary.
As for the ass, he’s at karma’s mercy.