Visual pleasuring
Of a more active
And not at rest, dead-looking
Definable sort.
One's lost soul fragments
A traumatized youth's
Sea's, land's wet and wild torments
From out them retrieved?
Or so drawn, for it, so grieved?
Nor that. Least not now!
Quite the opposite. O'er wow
Deities who cavort.
You
Do you,
I'll be me....
Magically
Universally,
Bonding and melting, we
Stay steadfast eternally
Seamless, harmless, attraction blooms,
Grows consensually pleasuring
benefits beautifully, Lovers love!
In my youth I dreamt of playing the piano
filling the nights with romance and melodies
orchestrating sound and beauty
Reading and interpreting sheet music while
compressing innermost feelings into sequences of notes
translated in the language best understood by the heart
Swirling to the beat of rhythmic grace
rich with aphrodisiac chemistry
intoxicating mesmerizing beguiling
I’ve dreamt so long of pleasuring the night
to charm the moon and stars above
with my hypnotic serenades and symphonies
AP: 1st place 2025
He left her for a bony
with halitosis.
She thinks of humiliating him
recalling that final orga...
hears again his sob of pleasure.
Then his hurried dressing, his coldness.
She wants to humiliate him,
to stomp upon his bullcrap soul.
One cigarette after another.
she draws the smoke into her lungs,
into her belly, feels the fumes
turning to vengeful wraiths.
Imagines pleasuring him once more,
using him up.
One last warm splash,
then leaving abruptly, yet a look back
to relish his wide-eyed undoing -
junking him from her body forever.
What did I take away
from summer camp?
Not COVID
this year,
nor the clap
of one hand ringing.
But, instead
a more resilient health
of authentic sacred wealth
TransFormative dance
singing integrity's great
synergetic
bromance.
Polyphonic men
mind and body embracing
polypathic gods
re-imaging polytheistic goddesses
engaging all us in-between
communal transubstantiations.
My own spirited mind
and strong natured body
transition
has not been solely limited by Others'
lack of win/win imagination
But also,
perhaps primarily
and primally,
by my own
win straight mind
lose ***** body
trauma story,
His-poled v Her-holed history
Mind blaming
and body shaming
Left hemisphere's lack
of co-passioned pleasuring
Right-now transcendent
peak co-empathic mystery
More resiliently inquiring--
What transformative longing
does bromance take away
from summer's sacred belonging
mind and body camp?
sparrow wings flutter
their breathless music
in a hidden niche
between prayer and lust
i am so grateful
for the damp
passions of your hands
for these long flights
of a pleasuring
surrendering
as one wild flowering
we arrive together
upon the same pulse
you cry-out
on a surf of bliss
i
as a one high crest
releasing oceans
and now beloved
your body
is full of my tears
Today, please join me
in considering this question:
What are your most resilient characteristics
of your own healthy caring system?
And what could this possibly have to do
with holes and poles,
whole open systems
and bilateral space/time
Here/Now dipolarities?
insies v outies
informing and outflowing
inhale v exhale
breathlessly in-between
eternal surfing back and forth
of thrusting time
in dynamically inspiring space
actively anticipating
GrandMother Moon's
peak and valley cooperative
full bipolar whole hemispheres
and renewing empty hole
dark promise to dipolar co-arise
co-invested
co-passionate experiences
once again
Reconsidering
our most resilient characteristics
as a healthy
caring
integrally connected EarthTribe
With panentheistic preferences
feeling both Holy and Holonically NatureSpirited
in peak Win/Win passionate mind
pleasuring body rememories
Considering this question
of dark Trauma Prevention
wounded light TherapyReception
co-investments
redesigning more resiliently polypathic
co-infested neurosystems.
He left her for a bony witch
with halitosis.
She thinks of humiliating him
recalling that final ******,
hears again his sob of pleasure.
Then his hurried dressing, his coldness.
She wants to humiliate him,
to stomp upon his bull soul.
One cigarette after another;
she draws the smoke into her lungs,
into her belly, feels the fumes
turning to vengeful wraiths.
Imagines pleasuring him once more,
using him up.
One last warm splash,
then leaving abruptly, yet a look back
to relish his wide-eyed undoing -
junking him from her body forever.
It starts smooth and turns to an endless pit
I keep on falling deeper and deeper into it
As your soft claws massage onto my scalp
and your lips tracing my veins
My foggy shrunken brain is struggling for reality to grasp
What comes out just a gasp and one more
and more... and more..
Activated by the tip of your tongue
fraction of our bodies
and trace of your rough palm
How does it taste so good, I tremble a quake
Mind is awake but refuses to fight
Oh but it is time
Oh my dear God!
Gasping of air, pleasuring pain, trembling legs, shaken bodies
Oh my dear God!
dancing bodies to our own heart beats
moaning mouths singing their chorus
Reactivating sense all at once
Oh my Dear God!
My soul leaves me for few seconds as my back arched
Do not give up when all seems lost,
For success is accurately measuring
By perseverance, rarely by the cost.
Things that we are most treasuring
May become a necessary sacrifice,
For valuable things more pleasuring.
Virtues, like integrity, have no price
And cultivating them is, frankly, nice!
Written December 21, 2021
I love plenty green grass growing with flowers
fireflies flickering at shows at nighttime
their bio-luminescence internal night-lights flashing
people pleasuring by the beach with hot sunny sun-tanning
builders are there on many beaches with wet sandy sandcastles
swimmers are swimming; snorkelers are submerged in blue water
sun has illuminated many bike trails for mountain-bike bicycling
sunrays light up parks to have some fun of festive fraternizing
days are longer with sunsets a glow of lavender tinge and orange
4th, July has multi foods of tasty outdoor tender barbequing
summer sun brings out short-sleeves boasters bulging biceps
freedoms a most pleasurable thing of this most seasonal season
I remember the Man from Atlantis from forty years ago
I watched his show when I was a kid
The man with webbed hands and feet swimming underwater
He was cool in his aquatic world
But I've an improvement
The Man from Atlantis needs a keel for better buoyancy
Just like a submarine
Increasing his amphibious abilities
Where he can effortlessly rise and fall
He needs a big fourteen inch nose
When it’s hard he rises
And when flaccid he falls
Other than aiding his nautical escapades the mermaids will love it
That’s if he can find out there to put it!
Other than sucking it off and doing a bit wank
And what of raunchy sex with fish?
Don’t go there coz it’s illegal
At least on land
Underwater, who cares if the Man from Atlantis is a fish fecker?
Who’s gonna stop him?
But he fecks many Red Commie CCCP corrupt turtles
They still don’t know who their daddy is
And thus are all still barstewards
There you have it
An improved the Man from Atlantis with his big black nose
Saving the world and pleasuring women and mermaids
Coming to a cinema near you soon
The place where your butterflies flitter
free in the meadow,
licking the ambulant stream,
the dew from life's vessels,
perspirant milk of purity honey-
Bursting from out of the seams.
The shine of the little fluttering-Bearcat,
pillar of change,
for seasons changelings stage buttering.;
In that; constant, source of inspirationing,
constantly in ironys schemes.
Vacation on vocational vexillology,
Vocation-vacationing
in the spring.
I hope you always find yourself a wonder-pleasuring.
A pleasure in-wondering at home in the free of bond.
But never in singularity.
Never reeling, never changing.
Always becoming to the laeity of the des-parity.
A Carrier to Carry-On.
I don’t know tic tac toe
so I rhyme this with flow,
showing Nick Nac knows
how to serve the perfect dose.
Measuring the rhymes
like I’m pleasuring the lines,
leisure for the minds
like I’m lemon and I’m lime,
1st and 2nd personalities
pushed to share realities,
combining combat and comebacks
as I incompetently rap,
you’re ripping me now
it’s a banter attack,
shyt but gripping somehow
as I pant and sound crap.
It’s another chicken dinner
from Mr Trim Trimmer,
not a rapper or a singer
but, a mother loving winner.
POTD 02/02/2019
"This is not a Poem,
its a Heartiest Talk..
It touches Heart directly lyk,
Key opens the Lock.."
"Opening the Lock means,
sharing Friendship with Heart..
Feelings must be Pure,
that's ReLation's Best part.."
Some Personalities are Sweet,
just like a Cadbury Perk..
Some are quite Unique,
dedicated to their Hard Work.."
"Among those Unique names,
She is One of them..
Who is, for Her Family,
just lyk a Precious Gem.."
"She cleared ProbLems easily,
in a Sure Success Ride..
As she is Blessed with,
her FamiLy's Knowledge Guide.."
"Have aLL SmiLing Moments,
with My FaithfuL Greetings..
Your Life Be PLeasuring forever,
with God TruthfuL Treatings.."
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