Awaken me to your amorous assurances
Bind me to your sweet, sensuous soul
Connect me to your comforting care
Dance with me in dreamland's distant skies
Embroider me in harlequin patterns
Forge me into a freeing form
Gild me with that golden stardust
Hold me close to your heart, darling
Invite me into your inmost inbox
Join me in affection's joyous journey
~ "Kiss me when the sun sleeps..."
Love me till forever lasts
Make me your miracle moonbeam
Nestle me in your nurturing arms
Overwhelm me with outstanding devotion
Please me with pure tenderness
Quiet me when trouble trotting comes
Ravish me with rambunctious passion
Savour me slowly in silken shadows
Touch me with your roving, romantic hands
Unwrap me with "your fingers around my soul"
Veil me in velvety embrace
Weave me into your heart's tapestry
X-out my fears, tears and smears
Yoke our hearts into one essence
Zoom me into Zephyr's whispered promises
In the city, theater beckons,
As museums do and parks.
There are restaurants and monuments
To set creative sparks.
There are streets that teem with tourists,
Gazing goggle-eyed around,
As they navigate by foot or bus
Or subway underground.
There are fields where sports are playing;
There are ferries on the river.
Yet if quiet’s what you’re seeking,
There are spots that can deliver.
Benches nestle hither thither,
Just awaiting their next guest,
Who might find that it’s the perfect place
To get oneself de-stressed.
Gazing out my window pane,
so much comes into view.
Is my sight a reality,
I really have no clue.
Raindrops dew on leaves,
flowers humming with bees,
a cardinal perched on the sill above,
and higher yet flies a dove.
Sun breaks overhead,
beams of light
bounce off this garden scene
vanishing into the shadows in between.
All creatures big and small
nestle into their nook or cranny,
safe and warm like a glowing hearth,
a place I should really fancy.
But now it's time to close these shutters,
throw down the sash, no words to utter.
I will go to bed and get some rest,
not to come back here, I think it best
I wear your handwriting
like a chain of snake bites
all around my hot, vulnerable body,
the poison is not wrong,
it is beauty to the bone,
tender on the flesh,
love in bleeding song,
I learned to stop fighting,
in the ecstacy of the smooth writhing,
Your unwavering dialect delved
into the core of me, relentlessly,
you taught me an erotic braile unveiled,
you've been naked in my blood stream
with a whispering scream,
revealing the soul of Poetry,
We have discovered the sweet
torture of destiny,
we feed one another ambrosia
not of mere flesh
but of desire fresh,
a passion born of purgatory hysteria,
I lick your lines
as if they are lifelines
to life with no sins,
you are my sex with no regrets,
you are my Angel through days complex,
Your fangs be flames
that nestle my heart beyond love crimes,
you are my joy,
You are my wicked divine Princess -
J.A.B.
Blest today with worship's zest
test against despair's pest
pressed toward triumphant crest
rest midst faith-prayer's best...
... all these make me nestle in God's breast.
If Black is beauty
We should have the fury
Ready to bless the scary
And chase away the treason treasury
To stand all a one unity
If Africa is great
That all true records she ever chest
Are ours; should it be colligate?
A snatch cum valid blood attest
Or be the genuine far away debate
If Man is a true clan
Will he submit to condone
And stand in place for his fan
To watch destruction under his pan
While taking refuge off plan
If Woman is a weak vessel
Should she be overlooked actionable
Clinch to addle
While we claim no boss; continue to saddle
For all the pleasure pleasing nestle
If nothing is to be counted upon
Men will make no peace of anyone
And find only hell a daemon
But somethings are to count on
Yet killings are all of fun
If the aftermath result war
Nigeria becomes what we saw
Eating up the law
Burning in insurgency and hatred raw
Have we more to abhor?
When I read my bible, I seek the hope
Hope that comes from knowing
Love that will teach me how to cope
Coping with the shadows who’re growing
Growing into ghosts I wrestle
Little sins who tell me it’s ok to indulge
Indulge in the darkness, nestle
With the forces that divulge…
What it means to play with the vile
The evil sins, even when they are little
Force the heart to forget its smile
And face the fact that it needs an acquittal
Acquittal from the sin that lets in
The worst of the devil’s devices
Devices like worry, fear and so much sin
That forces the heart to pay high prices
Prices for forgetting the fact of life
Without Jesus’ forgiveness we’re doomed
Doomed to a hell where we’ll know such strife
Strife that assures our soul will be consumed
Consumed by the darkness, the sin and death
All the dark forces that fill us with doubt
Remember… turn to Jesus and with every breath
There is the promise of a love that will shout…
Praise to the Father, praise to the One
Who sought me, so thankful for all that He’s done
He saved me from sin, my soul He won
I’m so very thankful for God’s Only Son
Beware dear mousey
cat D is stalking
primed to pounce
and visit devastation
upon your nest
of velvet down.
I've plinthed my claws;
a linen napkin
is coiled
round my neck
to mop red gravy
and sumptuous fat
when they dye
my twitching whiskers.
So, nestle close
little mouselings
make haste to scurry!
Written: November 07, 2025 for contest Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
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creak of beams breathes through dusk
dust motes—petals of hush—
through beams, web of stitched husk
as hush-child, I nestle
in musk of old checked cloth
to fray attic's hush-tusk
Tassels of beads light my garment
as tropical air fondles my skin
content in the ripened grace
of my arms and round, orange fruitage,
shading men from rainfall and sun.
I nestle on the ground, hair basking
in May's glint...my guava pulp exploding
from Asian roots born of clay, and I,
in copper- like pose, become maiden
of woods, ever- rich... and evergreen.
We’re here again. They did it with Horst Wessel.
Sometimes it’s best to say, ‘he was a jerk’,
and leave it there. But no, they want a vessel
(forget the human). For the thing to work,
they must invent a grievance that will nestle
in chests already harbouring the quirk.
The predisposed will rise gain to wrestle,
instead of simply burying Charlie Kirk.
When the going gets tough
A fond retreat awaits
Where firs and pines nestle
Yearning for an embrace,
A sigh, and a deep breath
Bathing in dappled light
And warmth of gratitude.
Chocolate cream-covered cherries
Sweetens my sweet tooth sweetly
I moisten moistened morsels
But, somewhat indiscreetly
Naughty niblets now nestle
I nibble nice and neatly
Chocolate creams and cherry dreams
My sweet tooth spiced completely
As olden
My crate is bothered
Again in milks nestle
Tiler of salt and creek
Abrupts the smitten teaks
So hardened in Finnish
Carved as turnip
Young gentle artisan and I
His trolley rails
From gentle Oranges County
Hearing days labor in gus tide
Ventura he sails
Bringing floors tapping
And in Santa Monica his best hides
Docile Does Defeat
Feathered wide
Apart as stride
Tipping blooms
Cautious feud
Disabled pollens
Meeting mew
Brewing nets
Callous frets collisions
Darkest reflections take
forget not king warning demonic
danger incremental gradual liberal
nor genocide joey precedent
nor dispensation donny cleansing
oligarchy authority false choice
g ford greater more effective evil
empire merrikka people subjects
rejects will well being ignore
dream fruition arriving never more
guard commons free speech farmed
private sector extract boiled ready frog
politic elect thesbian culture war
tonies grammies oscars divide conquer
chopping chomsky consent manufacture
wealth income earth labor rare birth
despair lament pay rent higher
proper response race both blatant
subtle kinder gentler totalitarian
all planet people planted excluded
possible power economic politic
remote hemmed chemical psycho
social escape routes addict dead ends
abundant narrate nook craney cross
every color four bid three finger all pro
nouns nun since seeing poking stabbing
lids bins laden all gore beat rhyme
tapdancing tintinabulation embedded
robot tune ruin seesaw sooth soul life
sleep endless bow dark nestle loud
selah
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