Moistened Poems - Poems about Moistened

... I'm a scoundrel thru-and-thru please don't fall whate'er you do no libel mine should pain ensue withdraw your heart should passion start what I want's not within ......

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... The curved fondle of an embrace within the moistened kindle of an evening's oiled lamp... the splendor of your lubricious mouth gathering all that's aflame and gentle and I will find the......

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... Summer not gone, starting showers. Summer outgoing : Next to greet Fall : Rainy environ embowers. Summer not gone, starting showers. Mois......

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...Men in tailored suits and satin waistcoats, gold watches peeking out of their pockets, walked arm in arm with women in wide skirts ~ hooped, crinolined, elegantly sculpted. Their tigh......

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...As the ethereal guitar mesmerises My soul responds As if I dipped into a melodic bath Of perfectly curated Lovingly tempered Heart massaging Candle flickering Water A fragrant tune invad......

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...Row by row the nettles grow And circles do surround Hairy stems the prison wires And jagged leaves their barbs. Cry out, forsaken sinner Your voice shall not be heard We listen to the wind s......

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..."The clouds parted like the pursed lips of desire". After many cold winters, they met again, Under the poplar tree on a starry moonlit night. Though they had planned it over many a time, ......

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... When the stars send their gentle glow, whispering winking, flirting with the shadows cast over the night’s sky breaking through the horizon – strewn haphazardly sometimes so careful to rip......

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... Why do you haunt me dear cousin of mine I desperate to leave all this sorrow behind! But how can I wash from my you......

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..."Absence makes the love grow" Absence grows love? grows love?? Okay but what is what is absence? Fair enough But surely, if I......

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...The old sorcerer was teaching his apprentice a lesson about the moon, but as usual the subject drifted, this time, to witches. “How would I know a witch if I saw one?” The apprentice asked. “It’s ......

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... Nightbird croons at me again, again beneath a sheet of clouds, like cozy pillow to my moon to tuck my ruffled mind away... Through drizzle's fading glint and flow I muse about my man......

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... offering amour- with flowers moistened in tears~ accept: do honour. ......

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...He sang the song at sunrise, to the morning dawn It rose into the atmosphere and carried on and on It fell in gentle rain upon the barren lands It moistened upturned faces and was caught......

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... I am at your door step with gift of a garland of jasmine, my favourite flower of fresh fragrance, moistened with tears of my love. What could I say more bu......

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