JAR OF LIFE....??
Like the thighs of a fresh virgin
The softness of your lips embraced my origin
You contralto voice like the echoes of the Moon filled the room to the brim
Each thrust into your thirty-two made my heart sound gbim! Gbim!! Gbim!!!
The awesomeness of your salivary gland
Like the pool of a wet nurse baptized my origin
Blessed is the angel that carved thy cheeks
More blessed is he that carved thy firm-fleshed riped fruits
In them my soul is buried
It is the sight of them that motivates my inner man
Watching you rise like the mother of dragons
Sent a wave of pleasure down the tails of my drogon
At that point did I say to myself...
If I perish, I perish
Indeed deep within your warmness truly I perished
The welcoming and opening ceremony of your sleekness
Succulence of your inner estate
Your solemn contralto voice of many notes
All worked together for the good of my adventure
In the business of your satisfaction
I was busy making profits till I felt the last drop of my last seed
Into your JAR OF LIFE...
©ABSOL
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Heaven on earth, is a pulled
pork sandwich to me.
Just looking at one, makes me
drown in salivary ecstasy.
Meat, divinely tender, with sauce
created in heaven.
On a warm bun, this poet could
really consume seven!
September 13, 2020
11:00am PST
The dimples on your cheeks
Like matching enclaves
On opposing sides
Of a massive, naturally formed
Rock formation in Arizona
Those Dimples are my home
I can spend endless hours
Tracing the cliffs
Tracing the walls
I sleep here as well
I am just a small pest
Just the right size
For those dimples are also my bed
I sit in them like a recliner
Positioned like a cursive J
To the corner of your mouth
I drink the water from your lips
While I await the first droplet of coffee
From then on, I spend my day
Exploring the formations of your mouth
Bare hand climbing up your lower bicuspids
Base jumping down to your soft pallet
Bathing in the salivary geysers under your tongue
In the evening, I return to your dimples
There is nothing like home
I use a stray strand of hair as my rope
I settle into the corner
Without a blanket
The fire burning in my heart
Keeps me warm through
The Cold desert night
pre-shakespeare there were no: sentences, paragraphs, punctuations, or spacing, etc etc; first and last letters of words were usually shared
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Chizzie,
Your magical kiss electrifies my poor soul,
it soothes my dry tongue with your salivary honey.
It satisfies my innate needs like money
earnestly sought for to meet every set goal
listed in a schedule of a lifetime's needs.
Any time I gaze at you, your beauty feeds
my creative imagination with words
that would strike any heart with a thousand swords.
Your entertaining presence is rewarding,
every nice moment of it is worth studying.
It sets my loving heart ablaze with passion,
and consigns boredom to utter extinction.
Chizzie,
When will our love be sealed with your covenant kiss?
which would guarantee us both a life of bliss?
When will my doubts be settled at the altar?
When we shall sing happily with a psalter?
To feed of the holy swine, would be divine. To consume of the muscle and sinew beneath the rind. A lavish meal the Christian would be, to wipe my mouth with cloth of purity. Within fibers and marrow I find solace. Through smoke and tears I pick at heaven’s skeleton with greedy fingertips lusting for purchase. To digest the cannibal lamb would bring me closer to who I am. To find one’s self in the flesh of another is simply a lost work of greatness. Lucifer, a gracious host. Need not brag nor boast that his spread deserving of a toast, never ceasing to astound. Sin for sin, pound for pound. Salivary glands hold dominion over my ravenous urge to feast until the savory iniquities of these beasts are licked clean. Break the bread to sop up the broth of sinner, smitten alongside my “gentile” dinner. The harvest commences, satisfactory.
The herd is ripe for the slaughter
A rainy day – I stay at home
But notice something odd –
A constant need to nosh
Has me on kitchen promenade.
A bowl of chips, a Twizzler
And some sugar-coated nuts –
My salivary glands act up
The minute my mouth shuts.
Some sweet and sour cucumber
My husband’s sliced real thin –
I scarf a few and walk away
But soon I’m reeled back in.
A piece of cookie, just a bite,
For hunger’s not the lure –
When antsiness attacks,
A little snack must be the cure.
It’s dangerous to be inside
For most of a long day,
‘Cause doing so affects your mind
And also what you weigh!
Awesome is what I heard.
a Kung fu master poet spoken word martial artist nunchuckering his words.
kaRate kicking, chopping, spit splitting nouns, adjectives and verbs.
yo vOice defines its comfort zone, spitting dictionary through the microphone.
a traNsformation of mr dictionary to a vivid pictionary.
a voicEprint crobratically erected ventriloquilizing from the ink.
causes Me to feel and think
the mans Salivary glands spit spoken word poetically totally in super sync.
they have sWollen and begun to secrete
epileptic By like products foaming spoken word with a poetic convulsing beat.
this is realLy forming a mouthful of hot poetic word heat.
wisdom bluetOoth biting, fighting, writing through his pen
presses and kiCkstarts his tongue to send
spoken word the Kinsman of poetry makes an epipoeticplectic wireless connection blend.
Corporeal becomes
incorporeal, again
we partake of another
brief journey
through astral planes
of madness
where abstractions parade
like a bizarre circus
in our subconscious.
Bright lights beaming,
streaming through
jasmine incense and
clouded multi-colored
dancing paisley swirls.
Reach out and touch
gossamer clouds
as you glide freely
over lands unknown
where insights lay hidden
like mysteries, waiting
to be uncovered.
Stirring ethereal
melodies
never remembered
afterwards, along with
insatiable tastes causing
salivary responses,
perhaps placations of
waking repressed desires.
Brain’s synapses
electrically firing
in synchronous symphony,
projecting energy
like a powerful laser
beaming into the universe
beyond Heaven’s gates
until we realize that;
we must return to reality.
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