A gorilla with hair on his philtrum -
Adolf Hitler
*Just for fun*
March 29, 2023
Categories:
philtrum, fun,
Form: Verse
Upon her face hangs a pout,
Which under her philtrum she wears so pink.
Not that she wills to show sulkiness,
But to send a flirtatious invitation,
And inveigle mine to repose on her rosy bight.
A fool he who ignores a pout and a wink.
Never could I resist the beams of her comeliness;
To kiss me and erase the pout is her intention.
Categories:
philtrum, for her, fun, kiss,
Form: Free verse
Her face is like the Moon
Small crater below the nose
Philtrum!
Categories:
philtrum, imagination,
Form: Free verse
Tears can flow loosely like unrighteous gifts, curling,
like good hair, around bags down under
shaded lamps, taking with them manhood,
makeup, and mistakes canned in l'amour or misery.
These tears are spirits, meeting at the Philtrum,
gathering, as if to converse, then have the audacity
to pull strayed strands together, dripping
from the longest onto carved thighs, very close to
genitals. But they have no worries; they are safe,
in Boxers. This I can say of tears, they are lights,
illuminating places between Cheekbones
and Afflictions. Some tears have no river.
Their predecessors were young men, coming
ever so often. These are a thoughtful kind.
Categories:
philtrum, emotions, joy, sad,
Form: Free verse
between the kisses
his zealous moist lips missed mine
philtrum hit the spot
a passion trigger unearth
new conduit of love explored
*Missy Nikko's body part
of choice, "Philtrum"
12/04/2011
Categories:
philtrum, funny, passion
Form: Tanka
Love, Wayne
Your skin glows like the Banana, blossoms sexy as the daisy in the purest hope of
spring.
My yearning heart rises to your guitar voice and leaps like a dog at the whisper of
your name, Wayne.
The evening ascends in on a great humming bird wing.
I am calmed by your g-string that I carry into the twilight of tablebeams and hold
next to my philtrum.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of water.
As my knees falls from my hat, it reminds me of your bed.
In the hushed, I listen for the last holler of the spring.
My heated naval leaps to my jeans. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret
thrill so that we may dance as one, naval to naval, in search of the glorious red and
spiritual eyes of love.
From the love poem generator on poetry soup!! LOL
Categories:
philtrum, funnyhope, may,
Form: Romanticism
In evening, the evergreen forest darkens while the cool breeze relaxes my
thoughts. The lone trees silhouette against the yellow sky and setting sun. Trials are
ever present in my thoughts; darker thoughts than the serene dusk can muster.
Candles burn in a row along the porch rail. His dark eyes peer through my reverie to
touch deep in my soul. He doesn't know how he makes my pulse race and thoughts
go purely lustful. My reaction has to be kept from his piercing eyes. My eyes roam
over his face openly in the candle light and lingers on his philtrum...I long to kiss him
right there, over and over.
His voice returns my thoughts back to reality, "mam will you need any other
chores done tonight?" Stammering I say "No...that will be all. tomorrow will be a hard
day due to the cattle sale. Better get a good nights sleep." The cowboy's hat tips as
he retreats into the bunk house. I hear the clop of his boots go silent and enjoy the
view of his backside walking away. Wondering what it would be like to see his eyes
go to fire at my touch....I have to get a grip on my thoughts....before....
Categories:
philtrum, adventure
Form: Narrative