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Bestowed with femininity,
wisdom, elegance, and grace,
exemplifying dignity,
daughter of the human race.
X chromosome integrity
ordains attributes endowed,
according by propensity,
a nature kind and proud.
Beauty and vitality
anoint her noble gender,
magnum opus artistry
imparts celestial splendor.
Her marvelous complexity
gives complementary disposition
to valiant masculinity
for a perfect coalition.
Exquisite physiology
yields licentious pleasure due
the wanton sensuality
of erotic pas de deux.
Magnificent hologyny,
woman becomes by thy behest,
sacred vessel of posterity,
with honor ever blessed.
The Ice King sits upon his throne
No queen for him he is alone
He looks on earth to find a bride
Each girl he has kissed has sadly died
His lips so cold their warmth is stole
He must find one to quench his soul
He is a man and has his needs
On others warmth is how he feeds
Within the cold there is desire
He seeks a woman with ample fire
SKAT's Ice King Contest.
By; Richard Lamoureux
So I put a ice cube in my hand and the thing that struck me initially
as well as being cold it felt dry. Also the ice created a burning sensation
as it began to melt the feel of the liquid in my palm was more pleasurable
I liked how it felt melting between my fingers, almost sensual. The end
result ice fire and sensuality.
Inspired by Sylvia Plath's "Kiss me, and you will see how important I am."
Kiss me, and you will see how important I am
because flesh is a man’s way to try my worth.
Someday, I want you to care to understand me,
but for now, I urge the sensuality to hook him into me.
Yes, flesh is a man’s way to try my worth–
flesh is the first layer of it all.
So I pray my sensuality will hook him to me.
I know no other way to be wanted.
Flesh is the first layer of it all,
so kiss me because it’s the only bait I have.
I truly know no other way to make myself wanted
other than offering a taste of my physical cage.
Kiss me because it’s the only trap I have,
desperately trying to capture you, enrapture you.
By providing a taste of this physical cage
will you want a glimpse of my mind?
And I am determined to capture you, enrapture you,
just so you might care to understand me.
Maybe, someday, you’ll care for a glimpse of my mind, but
kiss me! I’m begging you to see how important I am.
A Summer's Night Sensuality
Don't dare whisper a warm breath on my shoulder,
Or I might become ever so more intimately bolder.
Here, on this intoxicating Midwest summer night.
I wish I were, I wish I might, be your amorous slave tonight!
Like a rainbow candle, joyfully melting, multi-colored into you.
Becoming not one enamored person, but a divine loving two.
An intense, steaming, simmering wax puddle of lovers,
Under summer's moonlit, silvery, slippery, cloud-satin covers.
Oh, how divinely close, my angel, we are!
Sparkling in the velvet darkness, like brilliant firefly stars.
I literally swim in the lake-like sweat of simmering you~
These sacred eternal, loving, sensual desires, of we, an eternal two.
June 22, 2020
5:30am PST
Edited
This poem entered in Chantelle Cooke's Contest:
Summer Love
Oh the things that I could do
The art, I could create
All the dreams that would come true
I could be so very great
The goals, upon my belt
And talents in my possession
The souls, my gifts might help
Completed tasks and lessons
I could be in such good shape
Eat healthy and be fit
Feel proud, for goodness sakes
Finish instead of quit
A soccer mom, I could be
Preparing home cooked meals
Full of sensuality
Giving my husband all the feels
I could wake without prompt
If I just accrued the habit
I would launch my days off
And beat the morning traffic
I could learn what it means to thrive
If I had the motivation
I’d feel happy and alive
I would reach my destination
There could be a scenario
Where my purpose was defined
Despite where this life would go
I’d feel it all the time
If I could get beyond the “could”
Just get passed the thought
Act, where once, plan, stood
Keep my attention from getting caught
Don't you dare whisper a warm breath on my shoulder,
Or I might become even yet more, steamy and bolder!
Here~on this intoxicating, Western, autumnal night.
I wish I were, I wish I might, be your amorous slave tonight!
Like a scented, rainbowed candle, joyfully melting into you.
Becoming not one rainbowed glorious person, but a divine two.
A destined, waxing puddle of the most ardent, joyous lovers.
We are autmn’s blessed ones, under moonlit,sweet cloud-covers.
Oh, how divinely close, under the caring eyes of the stars,we are,
Sparkling in the velvet darkness, like bright jewels from planet,Mars!
9/20/2024
@ Panagiota Romios
Bhami
Slow down take a run
Wobbly—?dribble?— dabble addled eye balls gawking at.. what is that? First encounter of the second kind
Clanging?—?clinging?—?cloistering—?changin colours in daytime
Running lights off on subway hell
Foil coil toil boil the beef stock until sober
Heat draws itself up?—from the toes?—to the feet?— up up in to— (glands bulge) your inner organs?—liver slowly dying?tangled?—?triangle?— shaped kidneys?—?tingling?—?ringing ears?—?wet hands burning
‘Hot in here, isn’t it’ I say to whoever is near
My partner in this crime of non reasoning
For a squeeze of lemon?— top of the class?— cherry pop given freely without rates
Norman Bates-- scary film!--rhymes with times--dimes--pines--grimes
Steinmann Gloria Gaynor born to be alive pal gal mal Quel?
Slattery lids opening wide with ferocity
Gutteral gluten?— free galloping for horses
Productive?—?creative?—?tired up in addled mind
Hole drilled into a cavity in the brain?—?chemicals floating around point blank?—?blood constricted to a ball of ice-peaked at Antarctica poles apart
Taking the time
Like the wind takes sheath from sword?—?points blank
Shooting fast?— slowing down
Run?— sun?— pun?—?drum for your life?—
Because there’s not much of it left after this
The End
As one perceives the trees leaves,
An elegant green gleams.
Screaming yellow sunbeams,
Downloading data streams,
As we drift into daydreams.
Our spirit slipstreams,
Into the Supreme.
Encasing us in peace,
As we release,
Thoughts to increase,
The hold on our realities.
Infinite possibilities,
Running simultaneously,
Through waves of energy.
Creating unique personalities,
Through individuality.
Constant lessons in duality,
Teaching sensuality,
The thirst for more,
Our urge to explore,
The brain storms,
Our core transforms,
True treasure in form.
Break away from the swarm,
Take pleasure in your warm,
Enveloping glow, and know,
We all grow,
In its loving grace,
Your first birthplace,
Among the stars,
Swirling galaxies in space,
Waiting for us to retrace,
Come face to face,
To your Truth,
As we evolve as a race,
Through a parallel interface.
I claim a sit-spot
in a wildlife sanctuaried forest
just beyond my backyard,
And cycle there
while seeking a primary distinction
between sexual and sensual feelings
filters
frames,
Already peddling toward suggestions
my motivations for this direction
could be impure,
prurient,
certainly less than perfection,
But,
I am not right-brain deterred,
This forest is my familiar territory
where fools
and wise men
fear to tread
on resonant ecofeminists.
When seeking
imagining
experiencing
remembering sexual possibilities
and impossibilities,
attractions
and distractions
and unattractiveness
along my recycling way,
these remain ego-centered
self-serving
egotistic patriarchal,
left-brain economic-politically strategic,
monoculturing further dominance.
Sensuality
is more interdependent,
co-relational,
co-empathic
co-passioning
integral
intimate awareness
of external mind touch
with internal heart feelings,
heart-pumping uphill
and soul-relaxing downhill,
inhilling
and exhilling.
Waves of contrast
speak of comparative dipolar motivators
more longterm both/and satisfying sensuality,
Contradicted
against shorterm dualistic urgency
for my immediate sexual release,
my internal-only organic polyvagal climax
quickly moving from transcendent forest life
to demi-segregating death,
And then riding on in
and out
to reconnect with my ego/eco sit-spot
with embodied sensual narrative
of this one sacred/sexual life
living polypathically
lived rememory
reliving naked forest life
hopefully again
and recycling pleasure seating again.
Practice makes perfect,
so our great everyday pilgrimage teachers
messiahs
boddhisattvas,
ecofeminists one and all,
say
and do,
ride
and walk
and talk
with integrity's most resilient sexual/sensual/spiritual
reforesting win/win public/private wealth
reassur-dance
transcendent/intimate
global/local health potential.
I know something about being a GLBT Ginger,
the undress and redress of our left leaning politics,
like sacred naked communion
for Therapeutic Warriors.
At my best,
when adolescence urged HisHer ugly ambiguous head
through pubescent tail,
I wondered if other fire redheads
and sun speckled skins
felt this co-passioned love,
desire beyond procreative need
to touch,
embrace,
to smell,
to taste,
but not to own.
How could I have known
difference between my Ginger sensuality
and gay male nervous sexuality
without more comparative communion?
Although,
in hindsight,
perhaps not quite so much commingling
of sacred elements
I invested with integrity
for sorting out these red
and blue-black,
purplish and heated
ultra-violet distinctions
of warm wet rainbow Gay ecopolitics,
with Ginger red-yin differences,
influences,
tinctures seductive and reductive,
distinctions inductive and deductive;
Integrity of wild red unrest.