Dawn
Weakly
Tweaks the curve
Its chilly yawn
Turns off the street lights
As darkness returns home
Sparrows sing morning vespers
A coffee scented mist rises
Silently swirling atop the mug
Daybreaks pheromonal invitation
Categories:
pheromonal, morning,
Form: Etheree
I thought, back then,
that what I felt for her was love.
Jack said it was just lust
and certainly nothing less.
He had a point, she stank
of pure pheromonal passions,
Together we had an alchemy of ardor
and odor.
We grappled at sultry flesh
and made it speak.
There were no soft whispers,
howls and growls
were our feverish cravings
our furious devotions.
Jack said:
he could hear us thrashing together
clear across town,
that we were always on fire.
Even strangers saw us
through a blood red sexual prism,
their eyes darkening
as erotic dragons danced before them.
Jack was a bit of a poet.
I was simply a raging animal
caught in a love net,
but of course,
Jack already knew that.
Categories:
pheromonal, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Is love not like the weathered bark
Tightly holding that which it cherishes
A gnarled and wily smile savoring
The beauty of its outstretched arms
Rocking to the tempo of the time
Swaying in a sunset serenade
Bowing to the moon’s mellowness
Cracking its knuckles in the cooling glow
Oh, love, you traipsing vagabond
Trailing your pheromonal tease
Amidst the cloudless shadows
Stirring the sediment of sensuality
Arousing a tingle of latent lust
Sitting on the edge of sunrise
Listening to the songs of spring
Categories:
pheromonal, love,
Form: Verse
Oh, the scent
The tingling touch
Of unseen fingers on the air
Teasing instincts interest.
The essence of the feral
Laying lust upon the wind
Hope among the hedges
An unknowing provocateur
Fumbling with the dark art
Of pheromonal folly.
John G. Lawless
©10/25/2022
Categories:
pheromonal, mystery, nature, senses,
Form: Free verse
Having known
a hug, a kiss, a touch
a distant look... beckoning
I thought I knew love.
Sadly I learned they were
but a hug, a kiss, a touch.
I have caught on the wind
a pheromonal call
sensed a presence unseen
fell under its spell
succumbed to lust
but it was not love.
Oh, What is love?
a slippery moment
eluding our grasp,
a reciprocal emptiness
longing for fulfillment?
A hug, a kiss, a touch
A knowing....that this
.....is love.
2/2/2021
What is Love Poetry Contest
Categories:
pheromonal, love,
Form: Free verse
Whence comes this hoof beat pounding of my heart
such thunderous roar to overwhelm my head
reduce me to a pawn of crimson tart
return again to arms too often fled.
Perchance the scent of pheromonal lust
adrift upon the aura of her flesh
ignites once more the hope so often crushed
rekindling a love no one could bless.
Thus does she satisfy her flaming need
and with the scented hope of parting's kiss
corral once more the hobbled, tortured steed
within a heart that longs for only this.
Beware the promise of cold daybreak lies
a whisper in the heat of sated sighs.
1/30/2020
English Sonnet Poetry Contest
N/A 2/7/2020
Categories:
pheromonal, emotions, lonely, lost love,
Form: Sonnet
For there abide beef, pork and chicken
and the greatest of these is bacon
hot sizzling crispy to the tongue
satiating succulently scrumptious bacon.
For bacon curries no favor
plays the field tempts the stoic and saintly
slides into gustatorial beds
romps with tomato and lettuce
hangs out with eggs, hard boiled and soft
mocks the ten condiments
bathes in the sinful seven
is prideful
lusts after
the last greed filled bite
of gluttony
provokes the envy
of slothful
greasy lust.
Ah, bacon
you grease the skids
of dietary destruction
stalk the fat cells
of cellulitic cravings
tempt the tendrils of scent
with your aphrodisial aroma
inducing a pheromonal fling.
Oh bacon
you promiscuous panderer
curvaceous little porker
I believe
I trust
I lust
in and after your truth.
John G. Lawless
©11/2/2019
Categories:
pheromonal, food, funny,
Form: Free verse
strutting his stuff
pheromonal fantasy
the cats meow
John G. Lawless
©10/22/2019
Categories:
pheromonal, men, relationship, women,
Form: Senryu
“Phero-moans”
Oh, joy
the skunk is back.
No one has seen her
yet all know she’s here.
There is just an air
about her
that turns the head
(and stomach).
She is so cute
that wiggle waddle,
those cute eyes,
fluffy tail,
magnificent
white racing stripe.
Her rather overpowering
femme fatale
pheromonal presence
assaults the unsuspecting.
A sensually aromatic
two by four
come hither.
I think the dog
just had his heart broken.
John G. Lawless
2/20/2018
Categories:
pheromonal, humor, love hurts,
Form: Free verse
Unexpected bloom
Pheromonal lusts
ethereal entwinement
cloaks inhibitions.
First touch of withering love,
fading scent of wilted rose
6/20/2017
Submitted to - One of Three – Tanka – Poetry Contest
Categories:
pheromonal, love, lust, metaphor,
Form: Tanka
Adieu April
Adios you soggy segue
nature’s mud pie maker
roof top drummer
dog soaker
puddle teaser.
Au Revoir
cool breathed friend
easing the ice from its depths
cajoling the worms
play peek-a-boo
with the Robins.
Bon Voyage old vagabond
titillating transient
instinct whisperer
spring’s pheromonal scent
arousing dormant need.
Farewell
fading water colors
dashes of Jonquil yellow
sprayed among Bluebonnets
triumphant Tulips
surrounded by
Dandelion minions.
“Parting is a sweet sorrow”*
eased in May’s sweet greens
long evenings warmth
celebrating such splendid
serendipity.
John G. Lawless
4/29/2017
*My acknowledgement to Shakespeare
Categories:
pheromonal, april,
Form: Free verse
Blaring klaxons rouse the weary
Fumble for steaming mug of pain
Stiletto sunrise, eyes bleary
Sandman’s Valium starts to drain
Resplendent youth line up for inculcation
Foreheads kissed, lunchboxes brimming
Then practiced subroutines of remuneration
Contentious jockeying, sinking/swimming
A million convocations for stricken minds
Urgent catharsis, and perhaps, listening
Long awaited liaisons, pairs entwined
Pheromonal interweaving, skin glistening
Round beer babies nursing towards sleep
Gluttonous eyes devour psychedelic flashes
Daydreams of love, wide and deep
Half-empty bottles, faint taste of ashes
3/7/16
Categories:
pheromonal, day, life, love, morning,
Form: Quatrain