Been eye banging you for a while now
I got this burning infatuation (and chemistry)
And I’m ruminating on this fantasy
That releases in me the dopamine
Just like an animal in heat
My machinations are charming you
You give me the validation I seek (I seek)
Feeling your touch promotes a pulsing elation
That releases in me the oxytocin
Just like an animal in heat
Chorus
Girl, give me another kiss
A hit of dopamine to feel the bliss (the bliss)
‘Cuz when it comes to you
I’m an animal in heat
Your hex put me in a state of euphoria
A high reward to enhance intense pleasure
I’m gonna ride this wave of excitement
That releases in me the serotonin
Just like an animal in heat
You’re a vixen, meeting all my desires
We attach as our skin makes the connection
We spark in the sheets with rhythmic urges
That releases in me the vasopressin
Just like an animal in heat
Chorus
Girl, give me another kiss
A hit of dopamine to feel the bliss
‘Cuz when it comes to you
I’m an animal in heat
Is there another version of you
Where your eyes aren't this pretty
Your voice not so husky
Your hair unkempt
Your body frail?
Is there another version of you
Where your laughter isn't lilting
Where you aren't always smiling
Where you let yourself be?
Is there another version of you
where you cry in the open
And appear weaker to the world
Is there another version of you
The one thst you hide from everyone else
Where you aren't such an extrovert
Where you aren't always chirpy
Is there another version of you
Where you are cold and shivering
And not always this warm
a version that you keep to yourself?
My mind goes
The wind blows
Into the unknown
I reap what i sow
The fright that I know
Is this where I have to let go?
Worshipping an unglorified tacit
Let me stand in bliss
Silky satin sheets and pillowcases
recipe for a comfortable good night's sleep
~ welcome dreams of soft caresses
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
Seduction as a means to engage
perhaps you welcome the playful naughty invitation
cautionary word ~ price may be high
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
moon - ‘fore you wink those cornflow’r ‘byes
please sing her blues - hues sewn with sighs
to splice your beams, my dreams made hers
and ghost those twilight-twined messieurs …
(your pleas to please … my passioned purrs).
Copyright © 2025 Gregory Richard Barden
( photographic art created by yours truly - filtered at Prisma )
I saw....
Two black crystal balls
Rimmed with white
Reflecting an indefinable emotion
Glowing with some intense passion
Riveting,
Entrancing!
Two eyes of oceanic depths
Relaying the most intimate message
What did they commune?
PERHAPS- they said silently- "I love you" (?)
So piercing were those eyes
That I couldn't stand their electric glare
From those eyes, rose the Promethean fire
Glistening like molten gold,
At once sending out,
The light of a hundred galaxies.
In the fire bursting through those eyes,
My body was turned into a conflagration
And my soul rippled like fermented wine.
Why didn’t I respond instantly
PERHAPS, I was so stunned,
That my body couldn’t follow the sense’s urging
An ocean was stirring within
Whose whirls could never again be tamed
In those flooding pools,
Let me cast my fishing net.
What catch, can I expect?
PERHAPS, the boon and bliss of a lifetime!
He loved her blatant whiteness, there was sugar in her veins
His powerful nostrils smelled her weaknesses, and he smiled
She would soon be his, they both understood this
meekly resigned, not thrilled, her bits of fear increased his desire
He approached her from the shadows, understanding his power
She dared not move; felt his presence, but stayed still
There was the macabre smell of blood and a quickening
They both understood destiny would have her way and soon.
Ah my friends please lend an ear,
I have a secret I must share.
When the sun goes down at night
and the moon is in full sight,
I dim the lights, turn off the phone,
slip into bed, but not alone.
For when I crawl between the sheets
it is with Byron, Shelley, and Keats.
Shelley makes me a wanton soul,
ever playing the lover's role.
When I'm wrapped in Byron's prose
the fervor penned curls my toes.
I'm up 'til the stars are at sleep.
Keats words of beauty make me weep.
I have this need I can't deny
that makes me keep a poet nigh.
When I close the book at last
there are no shadows to be cast.
For I have wiled away the hours
enthralled with the poet's powers.
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Your glance thrills deep to my marrow,
As if struck by love’s tingling arrow
"murder me"
she whispered ...
(lips pressed to my nape, nipping skin)
for her betrayal of husband and
family meant as much ..,
we both knew the sacrifices,
and we accepted the cost that instant,
then, and for the scandalous time to come …
she was lost in me - straddling, pressing
and I, lost in her
so rooted that I was becoming her in flesh …
in all senses …
nothing mattered anymore but
passion and its pyre
burning all in its torrid wake -
all that had mattered ...
'til then …
it was a horrid thing for her to say -
to place in such dire phrasing
yet it was ALL that I wanted -
all that I needed and cared to hear …
"murder me"
she whispered again, pressing down ...
"for I am nothing now ...
but yours."
Copyright © 2019 Gregory Richard Barden
( photographic art created copyright-free by the poet with GALA AI software )
the blinders rest with ease—
seams seemingly gaunting;
haunting whispers crunch like teeth,
seekers left to guess
pestering what comes next
be a kiss that is gentle
or bent with tiles filing
finally laying—rather lying;
dying to look you
hook right between the eye
lend the heaven, tongues that speak.
though weepy,
deep and soundly they hide
behind masks clasping dearly
refraining to reclaim their faces
places they’ve felt love.
people they’ve once known—
sewn behind is their truth
and truthfully their pain is plain
written in bold
holding bruises
whether you choose to see it
or be it amiss.
wishing well feels like rope
we can feel it doping us
hoping that our next breath
is the last one to give less.
but living session after session
their weapons once sharp dulling
full hands weaken with tire
and wiry sighs leave the senses
why?
because we weren’t just prizes
disguised to heel blindly
or crawl without first running—
we are not sick and lowly farm animal
simple, dirty, managed to be manageable.
Dear Secret Love,
Love is a many-colored arch
displayed by rays of sun
and best seen in the wake of clouds
just after storms are done.
Love is a rosebud reaching up
to drink its fill of dew
that it might blossom in the warmth
of sun that shines anew.
Love is a midnight symphony.
Its music only heard
in hearts awakened by the song,
as joy inspires the bird.
Love is a sign of hope that shines
for anyone who'll see,
who'll lift his eyes from earth to sky
and dream of what might be.
So if you'll lift your downcast face
and look for signs above,
you'll see a rainbow, kiss the dew
and hear the song of love.
Then, hopefully you'll understand,
I am your rainbow light,
I am the rose that thirsts for you,
I am your love songs in the night.
chocolate tonight
vanilla ice cream delight
clock late wait sleep tight
Specific Types of Sensual Poems
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