Long Seduce Poems
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Montreal is my favourite city ~ a mix of old and new.
I love its architecture which graces it with style and unique character.
It's got more than its share of cathedrals, pubs and restaurants.
It boasts a vibrant mingling of local and exotic culture.
Well known to be the hub of exquisite cuisine and fine dining.
Montreal gathers artists into a most vivacious symbiotic community.
Best of all ~ summertime offers its kaleidoscope of musical festivals.
So make a point of visiting this city that is big on charm !
Let Montreal lure you, captivate you and seduce you ~
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Allurements...allurements...allurements...
Please don't enthrall my feelings,
I am so fragile when it comes to these cases,
You can easily captivate me without any assaults.
Yes, you seduce me wholly...
I tried to elude but it's too late,
Your irresistible kisses touching my lips so great,
And enslave me like your lady, totally.
You hinder me every step of my way...
The more I ignore that uncertainty creeping up on my body,
The more you insist and pat your kiss passionately,
And there you drive me so crazy.
Somewhere in my mind trying to obviate that trap...
But I was so tipsy every move you clasp,
Can't no longer clash your intense deed I want to dump,
Because all of the sudden we're both on the top.
All I know, nobody can portrait how completely woman I am...
For once in my life I feel like a precious gem,
And surely I'll treasure deep within,
Because I love you beloved of mine.
Forgive me, mother for I have sinned,
I will chant a drunken hymn:
Virgin Mary, seduce me with salvation
from my daily woes! I everso
Crave to be delivered from the damnation
That tears me, so.
The fire in my chest
Balls up all my sorrow
The cinnamon embers warm my breast
Whispering the empty promises of tomorrow.
The liquid stream rages forward,
With the inhibitions swept and drowned.
I can finally see colour in my world,
Waiting for the beating to crash down.
My name has been stripped from a glass,
My precious ones see a stumbling ass,
With even fewer looking back.
All I have left is you; my bottle of Jack.
darkness sneaks in
through moonlit-creased skies
and scribbles on these lonely walls,
it's not night that propositions me,
it's memories (and you)
coming from within long, lonely nights
that echo with doors slamming shut
on the command of a seasoned wind.
as another night arrives,
i tuck myself in as the moon does
beneath her feathered-clouds,
my breath is as moist as night's air
as i drift off to sleep.
night's shadows seduce me,
pressing me harder and harder
atop this tangled web of sheets,
that hold me tighter than thoughts
yet my mind is naked, more so than i
as i rush towards the peak
of this moment, this night
that can't end all too soon.
i listen to the stroke
of clock's hands
as they rape me of emotion
i hear the bells toll
and revisit that moment again
i mourn beneath night's veil
hours before i arise
with morning alone...
awaking to the rise and fall
of winded breath, howling
just outside my window
WHISPER SWEET NOTHINGS
Tête-à-tête, lean in close my dear; whisper sweet nothings in my ear.
Your dewdrop breath, so hot and near; whisper sweet nothings in my ear.
Lo my cinnamon cheek heats your skin; your tongue like taffy, draws me in.
Delicious things, I want to hear; whisper sweet nothings in my ear.
Your words like warm honey in tea; draw your tasty lips close to me.
Talk of beauty, seduce me, dear; whisper sweet nothings in my ear.
I beg your sexy lips for more; yes, mon cherí, i’m keeping score.
Your voluptuous wine, I cheer; whisper sweet nothings in my ear.
Vinnie you drive me mad and wild; this heart of mine, you have beguiled.
Listen to dear Jane, with love’s tear; whisper sweet nothings in my ear.
11/13/2017
Contest: Whisper Sweet Nothings
*Names are not real
Tête-à-tête - head to head
Mon cherie - my darling
They called me Breathless Mahoney.
Not because I ran from danger,
but because men forgot how to breathe
whenever I stepped into the room.
The nightclub glowed in lipstick reds,
champagne golds,
and the bruised blue haze of cigarette smoke.
I stood beneath a lonely spotlight,
wrapped in satin and bad decisions,
singing torch songs to gangsters
who mistook desire for devotion.
Every pair of eyes wanted something.
Money.
Power.
A piece of me.
A promise.
A lie.
The city itself reached for my ankles
like a desperate lover.
And still,
the only man I wanted
looked at me as though I were a storm
rolling across his clean horizon.
Dick Tracy.
A name sharp enough to cut glass.
A jaw carved from righteousness.
A man who kissed duty
the way other men kissed women.
I tried to lure him
with ruby lips and velvet whispers.
I poured myself into every note I sang.
But you cannot seduce a cathedral.
You can only echo inside it.
So I became a ghost
wearing another face.
The Blank.
Neither woman nor shadow,
neither sinner nor saint.
Only a wound
wrapped in mystery.
I stole empires.
I outsmarted killers.
I danced with devils
and taught them new steps.
Yet beneath the masks,
beneath the diamonds,
beneath the dangerous perfume,
lived a lonely girl
staring at her reflection
and wondering
if anyone would ever love her
without first wanting to own her.
The city never answered.
Cities rarely do.
They only flicker,
blink,
and forget.
And when the bullets finally found me,
I fell not like a villain,
but like a song ending.
Softly.
Regretfully.
Beautifully.
The spotlight dimmed.
The orchestra surrendered.
The smoke drifted upward
like a soul leaving a nightclub.
And somewhere,
long after the music stopped,
they still whisper my name
through neon rain and midnight jazz.
Not because I was good.
Not because I was wicked.
But because for one dazzling moment,
I burned so brightly
that even the darkness
was left
breathless.
Enslaving Love
by Odin Roark
An eagle rides the updraft
Peering down at the happenings
Man's best friend wags his tail
Hesitantly
A bouquet of flowers seeks the sun
Amidst relationship's cold-draft unrest
A baby simply close its eyes
Rejecting intrusion on innocence
So goes the conspiracy of the have-nots
Guised in sanguine images of love
How few fight back
Accepting the status quo
As contemporary truth
Families
The worst offenders
Politicians strong second
Bossdom at work, close third
Reality dictates
Agendas rule
And agendas are allegiant
To only their own moi
How insipid grows this weed of mind
A torturous maintenance
Made defeatist by default
Rendering but mulch as offspring
Yet
Some of dumb luck
Persevere
Finding somewhere
Antidotes for poison
Perhaps it's the unpolluted glass of water
The walk along a pristine forest path
Sitting on ancient sand
Ocean waters lapping one's feet
Willingness to drink in nature again
Disallowing today's misanthropic trend
To seduce what's left
For some
The echo is fierce
**** me
**** you
Push you up against the sink,
Nibble your neck until you can’t think,
Skin burning as resistance flies,
Leaning back, close your eyes,
Lips parted heart in mouth,
Tongue teaser, come out, come out,
Ravishing until lack of air,
Arms around neck, hands in hair,
Legs parted, hip against hip,
Into forbidden wetness, searching fingers slip,
Moans hasten indecisive chides,
Unbreakable rhythm of the sweetest ride,
Embrace tightens, almost there,
Plunging deepens in love’s lair,
Soaring higher as madness descends,
Lover’s rest as time bends,
Nerves shattered breathing slows,
No words needed, no place left to go.
Your lips seduce me
Your eyes entrance me
Your smile makes me catch my breath
A symphony of love all rolled into one
With a voice overflowing with love
With seductive charm
Your voice melts my heart
I tremble at your tender touch
The word “love” doesn't seem to do it justice
There must be some other phrase
Perhaps yet to be invented
For thousands and thousands of years
Poets have struggled to describe
What humans have experienced through the centuries
Since the dawn of civilization
And we are still searching
In the meantime, the simple phrase,
“I love you” will have to suffice
It's been repeated an untold number of times
Yet it is still the ultimate expression of love
© Jack Ellison 2014
if we live our lives, by the 4r rule
this world we just might save...and cool
when it has a triangle then put in
the great big yellow...lidded bin
first recycle paper, bottles and the can
a step towards saving us...human man
next refuse the humble plastic bag
instead place items inside your swag
now just use and use...and then reuse
if we don`t...in time we all will loose
your garden will grow...grow...grow
if into a compost vegie scraps will go
save the water from your washing machine
in summer it can keep lawns lush and green
packaging say no...it will led us to reduce
the one big change we all need to introduce
don't let the bright colours caress or seduce
be strong say no...don`t make any excuse
can't be seen in the same outfit twice
curb this thinking or we all pay one big price
over consuming is the one big mistake
our world now needs us to curb and abate
we need to use some of our common sense
or we`ll end up paying one great big expense
don't laugh...it`s not so funny
you might even save some money
if we don't rise to take a stand
this could be the end of human man
for many a drop makes an ocean
it`s such an old lost simple notion
do nothing, it`s all a con say the naysayer
if we listen we end up being one big payer
now is the time for all to do our little bit
our old ways we need to cease and omit
the point of no return is close at hand
so together as one we now must band