Art Sensual Poems

Obsessed

Hours and hours practising 
“Practice makes perfect!”
Others have described Antonio’s playing as perfect.
He has played in spectacular locations. Even before Kings and Queens. One day...

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Desperado – beyond the lines of belief

What patchy rogue rejects the rule of blue,
This cosmic quilt of fragments casting shades,
Who shreds the fabric of the...

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How shall we begin? 
I'll do my best to fit in, 
transcending silhouette, minimalistic.
Expressive curves, pause for a second,
what is it that you've seen? 

Move...

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I hesitated 
And the world collapsed under my supervision 
Some people rip open scars for romance
But I'm sweating like a sprinkler head at the chance...

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She salsas with love,
Through evening vineyards,
To midnight candles,

She salsas with beauty,
Her dark sweet hair,
lights your love,
Like a candle,
And your love,
Guides,
The rhythms of her hips,
Our crescent...

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Though like cats the hours stray,
The infinity of our love will never be far away,

The mist shall dance upon its ballerina heels,
As the love and...

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Decorative flowers,
Sensual as rain,
In Midnights,
Warm blossoms,
And hymns,

Stars mingle,
In the candles warm,
Dress,

Kisses,
with their quiet tears,
Find solace,
And sanctuary,
inward caresses,
Sublime brows,
Rugged elegance of leaves,
Within,
Tender embrace,
Of lovely boughs,
Stillness of...

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United In The Depths Of Love's Ravenously Sweet Ardor


I
do not
cry,
this pain
soul deep stings the weeping heart
burns so very
intensely
the memories
the perished and
heartfelt sweetness
of Love's cherished
truths,'
the precious...

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My friend, don’t struggle so
Not much longer to go
No more working for the all-mighty buck
No more lusting after the…
Ahhh your dirty mind 
Will be the...

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This is way the flesh ends not in burning or dust
Not in a whimper but a scream
As you see I am an Artiste and such,...

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The speaker says

There is "no you"

And brows furrow..

But the sub-text

There is "no not-you"

Seems not spoken or heard..

Which could ignite

Perhaps and maybe

An exploding Wow...!...

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Restless.
Gradual,
Haphazard,
Graced with the dexterity,
With jabs to its sides in the still wind,
With the dance of grey smoke from a pot of incense.
It breezes in the...

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...Do I lay you to rest?
Gathering up the harp
Assuming its over
via the cold shoulder 
Pure skin I once travelled 
hands pressed 

Playing strings with grace
lost...

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Sensuality is in the movements, the glances shared,
In the timbre of the voice, a magic that's rare, 
It's in the wrinkles, and scars, with pride,...

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