Short Intoxicatingly Poems

Idyllic illusion!
Immaculate impulse!
Incredibly idle!
Ignites inner insight...
Invites incitingly,
Intoxicatingly,
Impresses; influences......

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Transcended, these mortal feelings
For time and place.
Sucked into this fiery swirling
Ocean of space.

Prevailed on, but intoxicatingly.
As though entranced.
Out of oneself, on life's grand quest *
A soul - romanced.

* For meaning...

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The vibes we ride
the highs, the lows
conversations with
conclusive innuendos
Hypotheticals and 
experiments
we engage in
acrobatics of
noun and verb duels
Your en garde
I fall hard
Butter knife
tongues
Eucharistic bread
the uncovering
of your body
unravels my
mentality
Intoxicatingly
sipping your
Lord have mercies
Amen and Amen...

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Come close my love, 
to touch your face, 
wipe dry your tears for more.
For my flesh burns, 
for soft of yours, 
from tenderness to sore.
Togetherness and tightly wound, 
feelings like no other.
Not ashamed, 
but jealously, 
covered from the others.
We are all we'll ever need, 
intoxicatingly we smother.
Come close my love, 
to touch your face, 
in the silence of a lover. 
saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )...

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Come close my love, 
to touch your face, 
wipe dry your tears for more.
For my flesh burns, 
for soft of yours, 
from tenderness to sore.
Togetherness and tightly wound, 
feelings like no other.
Not ashamed, 
but jealously, 
covered from the others.
We are all we'll ever need, 
intoxicatingly we smother.
Come close my love, 
to touch your face, 
in the silence of a lover. 
saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )...

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When the sun kisses each drop of rain,
spirited colors warm the heart...
like a wind wisped feather,
landing lightly on the soul.

Romance calls,
from a fresh faint whisper
mingled cleverly among the fallen.

A daydream smiles,
in a seductive voice.

Conjured  memories evolve,
from indifference to fact,
plunging deep into fantasy,
erotically eager,
intoxicatingly anxious.

All is euphorically joyful.

05/16/2021<>...

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Waiting for you in a gown of golden brocade,
With roses adorning my aubun tresses.
Don't hesitate, come smell them, Romeo!
Ah, they are ready for you and indeed
So intoxicatingly velvet and precious.

Run your luscious hands through my locks,
That are all eternally yours.
Including my young body in this finely woven frock.
The night is indeed warm and getting dimmer.
Come, Romeo, to me,and make my blood simmer!

5/26/2019
12:45am PST...

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