Sated Poems | Examples

Bayou Bliss

Uh huh
Jambalaya
Uh oh
Crawdad gumbo
That spice
It’s Cajun nice

Girl there
With long blonde hair
She’s flame
and can’t be tamed
Legs long
Bayou beat song

So nice
Red beans and rice
Real sweet
With pepper heat
Hot day
Shrimp etouffee

So real
She makes me feel
Her eyes
Beautiful lies
Much more
Oh I adore

Love taste
Rush passion’s haste
Salt sweet
Such tender meat
De-sire
Swamp born fire

Hunger
Never sated
Give me
What she plated
Eat till
I’m full to burst
Need her
A voodoo curse

Afterglow

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

Sated Desires

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

Sated Birds

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
           shrinking 
becoming few-far between..
time grasps the coattail of speed
weddings-worry-wakes
we're happy-we grieve
         in between
   friends come and go-
    misunderstandings
falling outs and fade away(s)
days sprint by night the same
children and loves drift away 
like mad stars in the night
suddenly we're thrust into... 

         old age

Where all blessings
and storms coalesce
then come to pass 
just two battered birds remain
atop a cold mountain stone-
sated in storms of silence

For them the end
is not frightening
they've lived it all
hand to wrinkled hand
merging hearts with faith
as time becomes mind
mind becomes time
eternity entwined
within their stardust they'll
            find
all equations revealed
God is a spiral of time
        a constant 
in the speed of their light
   and always will be-

Sated

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

Pen Sated

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 double blessing portion

Rational wit is the knife
that cuts this well-deserved, 
bountiful ponder platter
Tasteful thoughts are worth
twice returning for

All are consumed by fiery debate:
Enlightened rumination slow roasting
on an elevated, rotating spit

The more flame exposed,
the more tender 
the meat of the conversation get

The hearth of the heart
warmly contemplate 
delectable morsels well reasoned

Toasts of love are ambrosia divine,
as is the 
meditative digestion silence time

Pen sated is about the gut gist of it

Just deserts for everyone, 
I do ink insist

Loving Paradise

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 to be wooed
by the sheer vehemence that is charismatic you.
Your gaze held an intense, veneration persuasion
and your lustiness was buffed in brazen perfection.

Your endearing love became my safe, cocooned haven.
Whether you tenderly or intensely touch me to possess,
you relay amorousness and reverence in one, same caress.
With you, in romantic paradise, I lovingly, joyously reside.
The beating in your chest is where my sun rises and sets.

Forever Sated

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

Sated Prose

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 pursue
you infuse my soul

when I had no mind
you gave me yours
when I had no tears
left to cry you
painted a well
in my heart of
 sated prose 

you are the muse
I choose to pursue
you infuse my soul





© Kim van Breda—1 May 2016

Songs From a Sated Heart

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 clouds blow gently by

as I whistle a love song

and gaze into the vast blue sky

I daydream of holding your hand

and of the times

The times we danced

barefoot in fields of daisies

chasing butterflies and dreams

You reaching out to touch my face

our never ending embrace

Laying out, two joined souls

under the moon and stars

wishing that time stood still

owning the night, making it ours

Special memories resonate of our start

as love songs play from my sated heart

Sated Love

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 the blazing sun

Scorched in the flame of your inferno’s heat
I moan your name as soul and body melt
Hands clutch and twist the damp and crumpled sheet
As hungry lovers we the rapture felt

A cooling breeze from open window seeps
As sated love once more in dreamland sleeps

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Song of Solomong 2: 5 - 7

Strengthen me with raisins,
    refresh me with apples,
    for I am faint with love.
6 His left arm is under my head,
    and his right arm embraces me.
7 Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you
    by the gazelles and by the does of the field:
Do not arouse or awaken love
    until it so desires.

Wolfman Sated

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?!

Sated

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 stripper bumps and grinds until
She’s practically undressed.

We all do what we’ve gotta do
To feed our appetite;
And some of us, including me,
Get sated when we write.

Life's Sated Pleasures

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 celebrations that are revitalizing
Gourmet meal taste buds titillating

Sated

I remember Mama's bread
fresh from the oven,
slathered with new churned butter,
topped with grape jelly
and dripping with love,
greedily 
gulped!



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