Nostalgia Sensual Poems

Feel peaceful moment
Space filled with sunshine, wind
And chirping of birds....

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Ambered hues in faded frames, a bygone era's smile,
Bakelite whispers of forgotten songs, on a crackling vinyl isle.
Daguerreotypes, ghosts of laughter, dance in sepia light,
Embers...

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The hem of her skirt,
Billows,
With her fond sweetness,
As she upon her stilletos,
Balances,
Within,
A diamond stillness,

Her hem,
Sighs,
With a nostalgia,
Of romance,
In the undulant wind,

Waves of surreal petals,
As the...

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In summer’s sweetest time,
There was no space at all 
for rhyme.
Off to the fragrant forest 
we went.
And erotic, moments, there
we had spent.
My head rested in...

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I hide behind false identities
So pain can't find me, 
sat on the sofa ravaged by dreams 
reading in the light of the candle of happiness.
Wrapped...

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Memories

I tuck memories into corners
Saving them for rainy days
When hope heaves 
And spills like tears
Those days, those days
When light flickers into dying-light
And borrowed dreams are...

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Tied memories and nostalgia in pictures,
the scent and its past influence scriptures.
Roasted potatoes and chicken at home,
fresh cut grass tossed and roam.
Channel no 5 and...

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As my fingers reach down
and my tighs open,
I search for dirty,
dust memories of you.
Of us.

But would you mind?
I ask myself...
Then I mix and match memories,
to...

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Aha - argh... oh my dog...
don't mind me muttering, eh?

Earlier today (May 5th, 2020),
I forget thee exact hour
found me utterly beside mice elf,
matter of fact...

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He made me the centre of gravity.

Pride dressed, lone like blood moon

Whose deserted home became vanity

Did I become evil or was I rune?

Greater insight and...

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OMO in the windows
On Coronation Street
Clued the milkman and the postman
Would be welcomed with a treat

Those days are long forgotten
Because the Tide has changed
The Milkman's...

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I left my heart in the sand...
On a beach, named Weirs
With a plight of distaste
And, a demon for every freckle on Her face......

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This morning the dew crept into my bed
Soaked, I smile uncontrollably
The smell of femininity struck my senses so,
Sunrise, woke up the sleeping giant...

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'Twas a mystifying shiver,
made her insides quivery liquid
a flight of fancy such as none other,
they were like two ships passing
midst a steamy night's rendezvous,
whenever the...

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What Fantasy, Just To Think To Touch Her Curves


Flowing from her curves, hot buckets of steam
She the sexpot, in every man's lustful dream
With her smile,...

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