Rain Sensual Poems

The slightest touch of her magical touch
From her my Ladies loving feathery soft teasing hands as tender and whispy as  As a fluttering Butterflies...

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That kiss 
tasted like warm sunlight
toasting the tongue 
with honeyed sun 
and promises 

on a blue sky day

That kiss 
reached far into one
seeking to open...

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I remember when 
love spoken plainly 
conveyed all manner
of hidden agendas
hands instead of 
tap dancing keys
unlocked 
a body of work
stroked skin melting into
sultry deep pink...

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Cars are the wind on the streets
semi-truck wheels shriek thunder,
rain shatters against stone and brick walls
on dusty roads, oak trees fence with twigs—
wushu wooden clatters.

Dreadful...

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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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Kisses fall like a swarm of butterflies, over the soft vale of her back, 

I inhale the pheromone vaporizer of her charming seduction, 

Hands map...

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Do not be afraid of me

don't go without me

No one is in your place

I have a heart for you

No one is in your place

Come back,...

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Date:   April   2026

The 1st degree is unknown 

Damian and Polly had planned
The trip to the Copy Cat Club
For weeks with Dolly...

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I want to be kissed by your rain 
Deep and moist, your tears of pain 
Four your loss 
You bear that cross 
Bend down, and...

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soft …

slow,
deliberate …
verdant and cautious,
but yielding …
as if my lips are the chill of meltwater,
and yours are dainty toes, testing,
yet craving the plunge,
(I wait for...

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The wound becomes inward like the pink moon
after a little rain. It glows and then becomes
red as the blood and the wool of the wail
dangling...

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"As other spirits sail on music, mine, oh my love, swim on your perfume." Charles Baudelaire

"Sometimes you find an old bottle from which the soul...

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Back in our preverbal day
of healthy regenerating time,
indigenous wisdom
pursued peak experiences
of cooperative pleasure,
deep co-empathic embrace.

Sometimes,
especially when this pleasure was sustained,
euphoric,
ejaculatory
and reverberating in resonant cycles
of deep...

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Photograph 3: Rain

Dancing in the rain
umbrellas twirl, not a care
Chilly rain dampened hair
Clothes cling suggestively to the skin
Under dark skies, lightning flickers
Flashes, distant rumbling echo

Dancing...

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Quote: "From deep within my heart
I always catch the scent of my Beloved.
How can I help but follow that fragrance?"  By Rumi

She, an inhale...

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