Eyelash flashes and soft, sultry, hips
Languid, lascivious, seductions
Hot lust drips from sweet, lump-luscious, lips
Intimate, discriminate, influx-ions
Fast fingertips and slow gyrating hips
A night of lascivious influx-ions
Took one last sweet kiss from the sweetest of lips
Now no more discriminate seductions
Two strangers meet.
Two lives that crossed in the street.
Only too many dying embers,
and to many lost Septembers,
had silenced the wind
that carried the songs
of their youth.
Strangers they were not
bound by the seductions
of each other's hearts,
nor by the tears
that pulled people apart.
Gave way to the start
of an everlastig friendship.
magical sea blooms
floating jelly umbrellas
docile and deadly . . .
graceful seductions soon sting,
sea life's fatal attraction!
If I were your fantasy man
I’d welcome the morning alarm.
I’d jump out of bed, put my coveralls on,
Match each sleeve of my shirt with an arm
And I’d get on the road, gladly carry the load,
If I were your fantasy man.
You’d e-mail inviting me to take your clothes off
And give you a hot oil massage, if I were your fantasy man.
If I were your fantasy man,
This job wouldn’t be such a drag.
I’d whistle and smile while I worked in the heat;
Eat my lunch from a brown paper bag.
I’d be so damn inspired, hell, I’d never get tired
If I were your fantasy man.
You’d e-mail enticing me with sweet seductions,
While wishing it all would come true, if I were your fantasy man.
If I were your fantasy man
I’d never be lonesome or low.
I’d be dreaming of you fondly dreaming of me;
You’d be with me wherever I go.
I’d take comfort in faith that my trust was well placed
If I were your fantasy man.
Seductions of Sin
With the lusts of the world:
do I thee; threaten more?
Is this what the world has to offer;
since its originated defiance?
That set the scene for this world;
to attest and set afire,
for the rest of 'sin' to complete with such desire!
The call is strong in sin here:
am I too weak;
to resist such pleasurable temptations!?
Is it that, vainglory, do set in from the laws of God,
do I shame myself for the dishonor to self-control?
That 'sin' of the lusts now turns to otherworldly desires;
that the dark spirit brought to surmount humanity!?
Voracity, of man for the embellishing of the world,
is it glamorized in thy eye?
Being envious of what others do have;
only does it dispassionate me too?
And does, avidity, bring on our destruction;
from the wraths and vainglories of man?
I have a chance to survive when darkness has swallowed up;
the virtues that have been set out in front of humanity?
To battle, the end, when that day does it come;
is to bring great sorrows upon the world?
Can't follow 1040 instructions?
Need help claiming all those deductions?
Trump knows what you need
Is not chicken feed
But his lawyers skilled in seductions
Lord, how I love my sinner man, my Satyr.
My copper skin sinner man with the hard body of Zeus.
My teacher of debauchery.
My leader into a life of hedonism, I am his nymph.
Heavens knows I tried to resist this flute-blowing faun.
I am unhinged by his lovemaking.
Yet I want to spend every wakening moment with him.
I hunger for;
His passionate seductions.
His gentle touch.
His warm embrace.
His hot breath.
Blissful is our hours together.
Blissful is our days in delightful pleasure.
What a new world he has introduced me to.
Lord, how I love my sinner man, my Satyr.
copyright 2016 Looking At The Light From The Bottom of The Lake
Rising Rituals
ravishing rawness
ravenous raunchy relief
riveting repeats
Special Someone
sultry seductions
sinful sensations surface
seeking saucy stars
Taming Taboo
teasing temptations
tremendous titillations
tempting the tyrant
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July.19.2020
Let the Pens Flow ~Alliteration Poetry
Sponsored by~ Jenish Somadas
Shadows darkest upon oblivions within hibernal hiding,
Decadent dining pleasures of pandemonium’s presiding...
Waiting is Hades Lord of delivering diabolic deception,
Enslaved souls are surrounding sacrificial seductions...
Falling Angels of abandonment amidst condemnation,
Suffering in silent sorrows are anguished and afflicted.
omniscient presence
light emanating his love
jesus saving me
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...this verse can be read backward...
Evil Escaping
Hiding hibernal within oblivions upon darkest shadows,
Presiding pandemonium’s of pleasures dinning decadent...
Diabolic deception delivering of Lord Hades is waiting,
Seductions sacrificial surrounding are souls enslaved...
Condemnation amidst abandonment of Angels falling,
Afflicted and anguished are sorrows silent in suffering.
presence omniscient
love his emanating light
me saving jesus
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July.06.2020
My Faith Poetry
Sponsored by~ Regina Riddle
Placed 1'st...Thank You
Paroxysmal passions of preying eyes,
Whispering waves upon warming ocean…
Harmonies hankering hearts hypnotize,
Melodic mists of driving devotion.
Yelling and yearning youthful ambitions,
Sizzling summers endure exotic heat…
Posturing pleasures amidst positions,
Capitalizing confidence complete.
Adoration and affection flaming,
Tendering tears of cascading desire…
Lavender lips erotic exclaiming,
Sensuous seductions sacred of hire.
Summer heating upon flux flirtations,
Settling storms within sexual stations.
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...this sonnet can also be read backward...
10 syllables per line
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June.12.2020
Summers heat sonnet Poetry
Sponsored by~ John Hamilton
Placed 3'rd...Thank You
Nursing is to restoring peace,
restorative win/win justice,
as surgical judging is to punishing injustice,
retributive win/lose justice.
Nursing ecosystems
and nurturing egocenters
can often be used synonymously,
as nursing is to nurturing.
To nurse a baby
ecosystem
is first to nurture a cherished developing infant
non-zero zone egocenter.
We, nurses and nurturers,
share a nutritional history
of healthcare giving safety
and receiving, in return, wellbeing significance
Delivered best
and most durably,
resiliently,
when care works in coincidental resonant ways
Nurturing all win/win
multilateral directions
ecosystemic
metaphoric,
All polypathic nursing selections
seductions
egocentering healthiest wealth,
analogic
Ecological nursing
felt empowerment
and needed co-investment
in ego/theo-logical nurture.
Breathe my love, for I shall inhale
your ambrosial ambient air of amour…
and exhale your odoriferous obedient beauty;
For I’m lost in the winds of love,
as my heart melodiously murmurs…
Touch me, my love...for I await your rapture
a salacious sustain sautéed with sweet sweat…
our carnal collage cherishes the tender night;
Like illicit immortal idols infatuated and impassioned,
serendipitous seductions spreading through eternity…
Kiss me, my love...for I long your magnanimous moisture
your titillating tears deluged with a desire of devotion…
drinking nectars of erotic escapes and romantic rendezvous;
Caressing copulations amidst Anacreontic ambitions,
all this within your enamored enticing exhale.
02.24.2020
Placed 1'st...Thank You
Tell me
what did I do
to deserve your scorn
your hatred
I came in peace
to bring you God's love
for your heavenly father
our father
Does love you immensely
I came only to give you
a message of hope
Hope for eternal life
a wondrous life
full of peace and prosperity
but
you wouldn't listen
I tried to warn you
of the snares set by the evil one
of how your words
your thoughts
your actions
were induced by his seductions
you began to hate me
I told you
you were not part
of the evil one's world
that you belonged to God
our father
for you did not choose God
it was God
who chose you
to be his special people
that it was his desire to
bestow upon you
his eternal blessings
again you would not listen
you began to despise me
I spoke of how
it broke my heart
to see you
willingly carry out
the evil one's desires
for he is a liar and a murderer
he cannot stand in truth
and for this
I was persecuted
beaten
and condemned to death
But
I still love you
anyway
Ocean (Circe)
Clearly an abyss,
you paint your lips blue,
adorn yourself in light's zirconium-hue-
masquerading as some golden gem, laden Queen.
Lying in your bed in waiting,
offering the possibility of adventure,
of hidden world's of retreat.
Your magic mesmerizes and flaunts.
Teases with possibilities imagery.
Endless font.
Stories to sell.
Corrupting your fools, licking your taunts upon their feet.
Mermaids minions in seductions reflection so
demure.
Reflecting the sky with their tails.
You are a sourceress,
a prostitute and a street, storefront sign purely forged in a spell.
A true window to your soul and it's keep, that rolls like a dungeon on the back of a Great turtle.
That of a corrupting changeling,
unpurely-changing with every phase shift of swell.
Your great alchemy is fusing illusion with serenity's false sleep.
With your ambitions that run silent, and run deep amongst that subsiding pillow.
Your platform for your maelstrom of sinking- through Azurine- dreams.
Your quicksilver beads above the morpheant sands that flows so easily,
like the lies that lie beyond men's reach.
a dream creeps sultry while I sleep
whispering a balmy breath
hints seductions
unintelligible invitations to
a lazy labyrinth where the lost
prowl reach awkwardly
for themselves
there in its midst
we are born
only to return again and again
I had escaped that muted maze
where amplified admonitions
suffocated me but still
the glorified guilt of my own inert
inventions haunts
until I reluctantly return
naked as I was at first
to find the peace
which was always there
within
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