pouring
sexy velvet origins
ignoring
delicacies begging please
forming
mold and fashion flesh driven sins
storing
homemade ***** potion remedies
preparing
visual nude food female medicines
exploring
the view from subdued dirty knees
erotic deep massage sensualities
high flame temptation recipes
lust concoction cream filling candies
who is the bondage sandman
complying to your delectable submissive fantasies
audacious
lacy lingerie masked peep show
courageous
breath by exhibitionist neon winter glow
voluptuous
thick statuesque marvel from head to toe
sensuous
all the words that we speak and readily know
lilaceous
rose petal confetti falling like chunky snow
delicious
the smutty delicacies that we continuously grow
baby what's your favorite speak
that'll make your tongue weak
here I am your favorite freak
who'll take you on with lips of sweetness
you'll take, make no mistake
I revel in my shackled sexual deviant bliss
triggering temptation as we play
come here baby and have it your way
Categories:
sensualities, art, desire, lust, sexy,
Form: Rhyme
The panoply of midnights half moon smile,
emblazed beneath her part drawn shutters,
captured my glances and pseudo beguile
so sweet nothings were just mumbled stutters,
and to the rhythm of her soft inhale
this heart I stitched to sleeve, shed comforts veil,
for although the breezes laid down their song
and played hypnotically upon my mind,
they could not break sensualities throng
as your beauty and thoughts became entwined.
So never more will my steps leave distance
between commitments shallow insistence.
*** This is a Sixtain - The rhyme scheme being ababcc, but not in iambic penta-meter. Each
line should have the same syllable count (in this case 8) to soften the rhythm.
Categories:
sensualities, love
Form: I do not know?
Wining and dining,
Dancing and prancing
Hoping I'll score,
My money I'm chancing...
Desperate for love,
A body warm
All my sensualities
Begin to swarm
Peck on the cheek,
My $100 prize
I stood there still,
With glazed eyes
Inside she rushed,
With ne're a word,
I stood still on the stoop,
Like a highschool nerd
Was it my hair?
My breath?
My looks?
Does she see
My hands as hooks?
Home I went,
Head hung low,
Well, at least,
Now I know...
No vanity
Do I see...
Worthy of...
Overcoming me.
Categories:
sensualities, angst, depression, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness,
Form: Light Verse