Metaphor Sensual Poems

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      she knows better

        mine frenetic
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Peering into a pair of eyes
I saw the sun explode
The line between life and death’s inside
  from all angles
Vermillion clouds decorate the aether
A voice...

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Like a ticking clock~
a drum’s rhythm in darkness...
wings f l u t t e r i n g
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The pen is mightier than the sword
The pen is the copyist of every word
Just don’t combine “pen is” as a paper headline once did report
And...

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Her hair, radiant sun yellow,
infused with vaporous blue-violet,
tipped with the softness of orange flame.
Her warmth fills the room as she dances,
mesmerizing, alive, untamed.
La Fiamma—
a beautiful,...

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Greet me
Spring sprite,
fresh docile smile;
Whose whispers woo
with hymns of lover's tune.

Enamor me
with fizzy phrases;
As doting night
enthralls, with stars,
the bashful moon.

Cove me
within bossom's veil 
of plusing...

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         the flannelz come
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my peaks hard as tiny bells,
ringing out a seductive melody,
i swirl, a dervish of debauchery,
legs spread wide — calling,
a gilded gates of paradise,
beckoning ye to...

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red box in the window,
inside a black widow
playing this fiddle tune,
heartbreak to be consumed.

she is not some honey,
she is not for money,
she’s just kinda hungry,
for...

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Let one thousand flowers bloom
But choose one to your liking
What a beautiful watercolor loom
Where we can intertwine our lightning
The sepals must unfurl subtly
(then supplely) handle...

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sweat dripping down my spine
slide of fingers through hair,
gentle as a summer breeze,
yet bold as a winter's storm.
hidden velvet wrapped bridge,
slowly beckons me deeper,
dark recesses...

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As mortal veils dissolved, our bodies merged in the ossuary's somber symphonies, two mistress awakened by the velvet-wrapped cadavers, our disinvested hands tracing syllabic patterns...

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Bacchus confronts us in a shady place, A tangled grove, and he, astride a cask. Gross limbs and belly, small besotted face, And lips pursed...

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crimson mixes of love and rage,
a cauldron of heartache bubbling,
memories shared, now a tribute,
to the venom in my pen writing.

fueling our past, surviving tonight,
amongst the...

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It moves, this filmatic night,

            soon surrounding you quite right,
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