And my heart's suddenly skipping a beat
To the tune of his wooden, stringed acoustic
He's always been who I was meant to meet
His words sung, spoken, or written: my music.
My cheeks warm and soften into a smile.
When I am serenaded by him, my heart swells.
His songs make me happy longer than awhile.
Truly he is the one whom in my heart dwells.
And my heart suddenly slows so steadily
As he sensually seduces my body and mind.
His handsomeness makes me give in readily.
His everything all makes him one of a kind.
My whole body and mind sink inward.
He early on became my favourite partner ever.
His lovemaking makes me love being forward.
He is my best, last, dearest ever lover.
Like bouquet of wine
sensually alluring
like the smell of rain
an earthy whiff of wetness…
The sweet aroma of spring.
Love is all we need
love is all-encompassing
our hope, our worship
The salty breeze of the sea
The soothing shades of the trees.
I stroll down a trail
under canopy of trees
tranquil, sun-dappled,
the light uplifts my spirit
and the shadows soothe my soul.
The scent of flowers
strives to set my soul free from
the trials of life
persuading my forlorn heart,
Why do I in anguish weep?
~Contest: A Garland String of Tankas
~Sponsor: John Anderson.
That first night it was so sensually and so swiftly
That he made love to me, and it was done oh so beautifully.
That left such an impression on me, I want him eternally.
A cool damp spring day
Jonquils shivered
Dandelions danced dizzily
Swaying slowly in a chill wind
Sensually strutting their stuff
Unashamedly celebrating their weedness
Bowing to the jeering crowd
The glow of their sunshine faces
Savoring freedom
While dreaming of a flower vase
I gave her a dandelion
... It wept
Need him to give me the hugest, hottest ever hickey.
Need him to give it to me in state of missionary.
Need him to give it to me so sensually and lustfully.
parched buds
in shriveled sapling
desolate
bloom dreams
in
desiccated dunes
as the aureate sun
masks the mirage
chased
taking the scorched life
to the opal oasis
but
ending up
in staking retreat
of illusion
where
dreams are lost
in the debris
of
the palace of cards
collapsed
in desert sands
of destiny
adrift
rootless vagabond
wanders
in the wasteland
of
wrecked sandcastle
mentally metamorphosed
shapeshifts
into
a lone player
of puppet show
depicting
the panorama of life
unlived
performing ordained
to the dictum
of stringed freedom
enjoyed
in artificial act
axiomatic
of lingering life
obtuse
perfected within
psychic sanctum
of patience
instilled
sensually by
possessed passion
persistent
to dance
entranced
to the symphony
of
the serenading soul
sublime
Second Chance For Non Placement Poetry Contest
Constance La France
Ends Poetry Contest
1/16/25
Quote-
"At the end of rainbow the couple found their pot of gold breathtaking."
By Author
At the end of the rainbow
A couple romanced
Under the arches of love
So vibrant, timely, and colorful
Stretching under the sheets of the sky
And the pillows of the clouds
A bed of two roses perching toward the sun
Slowly, softly, sensually, and simultaneously
The spectrum of two turning to one
As the couple raced in cadence
With the passing rainbow
And kaleidoscope
Weathering nature's course naturally
Such wildness of this aphrodisiac
And mimicking the flapping birds above
The wings of love stretching
And flying freely, arching and releasing
Happily ending ...
Then landing in a field of rain showers
Feminity is such a powerful alluring force
Like a magnet that magnetizes and attracts
So sublime captivating and sensually Devine
A bee attracted to a flower
Something so beautiful and appealing
It has driven men to war
Sail mighty ocean
Broken hearts and also made them smile
It's the most fragrant perfume
Euphoric contagious the sweetest poison
The elixir of human nature
The poison of love that elicits
Warm sensations and excitations
A glue that bonds two hearts together
Attract and maintain the species
Just as time began
The inspiration behind symphonic melodies
And songwriters poets artists and musicians
And many movies
A silent language everyone can understand
But it can also be a weapon and a tease
And bring empires to their knees
Condem jealous lovers
And destroy man's savage beast
And some take their lives
It's an urge that never satisfies
A thirst never quenched
It can also be a juicy apple
And a forbidden fruit.
satin sheets slide off
the desk notes fall
softly like petals
as the Maestro
humms along
the symphony
directing
each movement
Summer shimmers
Luna glistens
through shiny panes
the puppet master
raises the silence
hands charter the poignant
sensually inked in mind
the words flutter in the throat
rising like nightingale wings
singing to the Maestro's
feathery quill is an angel falling
racing across the ecstacy
along the face of the other
like a clock watched
the hands on a body
tracing each moment
the eyes worship
the reflection
in each the other
she sings an opera
to the puppet master
like it's the end
of an old world
like something exotic taken
milky orchid datura nightshade
scent of pearl in moonlight
starlit in the morning
lips taste the kiss
to another life
underneath
the layers
time shifting
into another
she unfurls
Candide Diderot. ‘24
"And the day came
when the risk to remain
tight in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
it took to blossom"
Lakme. Flower.
Anais Nin. Blossom.
Strings. Puppet Master. Delibes.
What is death if not supreme silence,
Have you ever craved the silk of a quiescent moment?
When the constant barrage of noise around you becomes abhorrent,
And what if the most deafening gabble,
Came from a source that was unavoidable?
Nails on slate but imaginary,
At the base of your skull reverberating,
Now hover in that moment eternally.
As years go by and seasons change,
One thing always stays the same:
The ceaseless racket inside your brain,
Feasting on your sanity at a rate you cannot sustain.
Death is my mistress of solitude,
She flies around me,
An interpretive dance of doom,
Sensually she reminds me,
A painful moment can buy me
An eternity of peace.
Stick with me like caramel
Feel as colorful or colorless
As your mood dictates
Watching the sun rise
In your electric eyes
Makes my heart smile
I need your lavender liquid love
Like plants need water
I love you sweetheart
No matter how slow
The seasons roll
Time is measured by your attention
Sun rises orange in your arms
Mid day craves sun high on brown face
Sun sets red to black caressing back
And the moon swoons sensually
Just above the horizon and we
Fall so deep into a peaceful sleep
My fingers were running away
with the excitement of it all
you could just taste the thrill
of the catch in the air
as they tripped one by one
into the wolf’s lair
He’d been following the scent
of my dark dark red roses
and the distant sight of the
glow of a gauche nakedness
running in the glow of the moon
the whispering wind
beckoning
wanton trysts
sensually lifting
strands
of my ebony hair
like birdsong they flew
each a chord in the
Je veux être avec toi
heartbeat, waving him on
further in
further on
sentient
sent
he was sent
scent he was
the perfume of fire
and of heat
further in
further on
the undoing,
my fingers
played on
they
played on
they
played on
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Under a dark sky and a glistening half moon
I walk quietly, lest I awaken the sun
As I and the trees silently commune
Melding in the energy of the universal One.
Majestic royal palms that stretch to the sky
Lift my soul up to their heady heights
Catching my breath in a wondrous sigh
Sensing their view of the celestial sights.
From Kamehameha Avenue to Liloa Rise
Comes the fragrance of the plumeria trees
That makes sweet thoughts in my mind arise
From these delicate blossoms that sensually please.
Downslope to O'ahu Avenue
On the corner awaits a dear old friend -
A massive monkeypod with the power to imbue
Its strength and healing it's happy to lend.
I thank the mango trees for their tasty treasures
And delight in the poinciana's flaming orange dance
The awesomeness of trees is beyond all measures
As is their value to the lives they enhance.
I wend my way home to begin my day
With this vision of nature's sanctity.
In my heart it will always be tucked away -
A testament to life's generosity..
By the sweet waters,
Her beauty lays,
Exotic in its graces,
The waves dance,
Sensually,
Like champagne,
To the shore,
As they sigh,
In the mango breeze,
The palm trees leaves,
Caressing, and staying sublime,
While the moon,
Bathes her exotic shore,
With its red wine
Reynaldo Casison
I don't think she gets it
or she doesn't get me
as fine as she is
I don't get that 90/10 vibe from her
so if my advances are shot down
because the energy is off
I remain stand-off ish
and that might be perceived in a negative light
I'm not one to force encounters so to speak
I wanna feel wanted and until that happens
this is our reality
my love language yearns for that attention
that passionate affection
that 'I got to have you feeling'
not sexually, but sensually
I'm wanting something I've experienced
but I never quite had with you
something that would probably
make things a lot better
but that's just from my point of view
and I've gone thru the motions
of putting on the other shoe
and I understand you gotta love people
how they wanna be loved
and if you can't, do you really love them
like you say you do
when you said I do
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