Sated Poems - Poems about Sated

Ardor abated Bodies both Collapse Damp Erotic Fulfillment Gains giddy High Intense Kiss keepers Lingering Melting moves Nestle Narvana Optimal Passionate Release Sated Touch Unleashes Verve vapor Whispers wanting Xanadu Zees ...

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desires were sated love fades but memories don't ~ whispers on silk sheets ...

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we're born-we live in youthful perfumed arrogance- through folly we hopefully gain wisdom we engage- we retreat- we age that's the nature of things the parties and gatherings ...

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lazy, long afternoon preening sphinx-like catches a stray scent aha! dinner!... stealth-creep agonizingly slow, 'til, target in sight she springs... afterward, sated lightly licks the corners of her whiskers curls back into her no-hammock...

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My auspicious Holiday Muse, it has a hunger pang... A pen which merrily sings of words, joyously written in the heart Honored friends and guests invited freely to a feast of thoughts Etiquette tableware articulation is succulently presented: Romantic spooning lovingly receives a lip passion dipped extra helping Fork tongue behavior gracefully parse admonished ... Moist apology napkins passed hand-to-hand, are sure to both give-and-take receive a...

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For Timothy Lee My heart sought love with a hunger never sated, dreamt of it with a thirst cupid never fully aided and a fervidness of longing no embrace abated. Perpetual disquietude pooled sadness in my heart where ashes drowned when my dreams burnt down. Then came you with such masculine effervescence my romantic, passionate dreams eagerly renewed. My willingness and lovingness thrilled...

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Precious words That now seem absurd Love anticipated That is now forever sated Being together That is now lost forever Endless tomorrows That now fade and are gone. © Paul Warren Poetry...

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SATED PROSE when I had no roof I made you my floor when I crawled you came to my rescue through my sky door you are the muse I choose to pursue you infuse my soul when I had no eyes I listened to you when I had no ears you talked me through stitched up my wounds with music to sooth you are the muse I choose to...

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Scents of love hover and linger entwined with the autumn wind long past the morning chill wrapping me in your comfort and warmth a taste of honey remains planted on my once moist lips the sun seems to be shining a bit brighter painting a perfect picture on the old fish pond where a statuesque swan silently swims light white puffy...

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The look bestowed upon me makes me yearn A smile that speaks of favored pleasures near You blow upon the embers make them burn Shut out the world; enclose me in your sphere I feel within your arms the burning urge To claim and make me yours as captive one Your raw desire now with mine does merge Your searing hands defy...

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Sitting by his burned fire logs red embers glow and morph into visual stimulus. Wolfman is sated on venison and has meat hung for jerky in his log home. Wolfman is pleased with his skill in hunting and survival in the wilderness. If his buddies could see him now....what they must think?!...

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The artist sketches, draws or paints; The chef cooks up a storm. The singer practices the scales, Preparing to perform. The dancer limbers up and moves According to the beat. The athlete hits the gym so he Is ready to compete. The actor memorizes lines ‘Til he knows every word. The barkeep makes martinis, Sometimes shaken, sometimes stirred. The politician plans his speech; The teacher grades a test. The...

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A frolic in the park A moonlit dinner after dark A prediction on the mark A quick trip on a lark Spring, bird's new anthem bleating Summer's eve sunset sparking Autumn's metastasizing leaves glistening Winter's first, new snowfall accumulating Firstborn's, new cry beckoning First day of school unfolding First kiss my lips bathing First wedding, bride beaming Sports car with chrome sparkling Job with tasks that are fulfilling Holiday...

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Once upon a time I had a name, a faceless woman of no great fame ———— I hunt the night to shadows bend, its in the Grey my searching ends Scoping the cattle sorting the weak, A brightness of aura Is what I seek Young and lithe stalking the ground, I see my meal has just been found Alighting to earth I straighten my dress, licking my fingers does the ‘mascara’ test Slinking out into the...

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I remember Mama's bread fresh from the oven, slathered with new churned butter, topped with grape jelly and dripping with love, greedily gulped! Inspired by Laura's "Sweet Treat" contest...

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