Philanderer Poems - Poems about Philanderer

Anxious to be my Huckle bearer Of my last breath wishful ensnarer Anxious for my ultimate demise So to my earthly trappings burglarize Dishonest wife stealing philanderer ...

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A poem based on the Greek pantheon: Zeus The Philanderer Zeus the philanderer, lust divine, Maidens fair he did entwine, By guileful means he won their trust, Bastard offspring born from his lust. With swan's guise, Leda he charmed, Castor and Pollux strong, were formed, Danae he showered with golden rain, Perseus, hero born, from their love train. Antiope,...

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A talented philanderer is Wind. He often visits Meadow. He exhales. Beneath his breath, her blades of grass are pinned. When done with Meadow, then away he sails. With Forest he has been so many nights! Her trees’ limbs in late autumn he unveils. Moaning, gyrating, Wind’s desire ignites as Mother Nature swiftly he goes through. Oh, many are the skilled Wind’s sweet...

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You are a butterfly in disguise My ears were cajoled by your honeyed words Your affectionate kiss pierced my emptiness Your lips Are belching out happiness “Stay a little longer, I beseech you.” You pleaded exceedingly When you acted as a philanthropist on your love project You kneel down and lift me, Whispered something on my cheek, And say “ Let’s give it a whirl.” I try...

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All acquaintances or communication is a trap private communion of naked bodies and then it’s a wrap. Lies are systematically coined to always have a buyer the trade is rigorous with much strain, yet won’t retire. His craft, bullies loyalty to break or bend it’s just fun, nothing bad for something to mend. Lips and swagger form the wand that makes...

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Miss Molly Morland might meet her modern mate Mark Martin, a maverick man, who mostly masters making multiferous machinations to make mellow amour with this maudlin maiden beside a mighty mazy mountain made of mossy moraine....

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Am I just afraid? Judging the way I had lived, Not only had I been a slave to sin, But have been living in it. Am I damned? Not that I made a trade for fame, But the things I have done in widows close, Am timorous of what I am? Am a philanderer? Storming in lust, Not that I what it that way, But I...

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