Short Kist Poems
Short Kist Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Kist by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Kist by length and keyword.
The Light of the world will come again,
the light of truth in judgement then,
though the greedy will resist,
wilt not be heaven kist,
parable, this is sent.
Don
A kibitzy klepto keeked like a kakapo at a kerfy knotholey kist that kept knickknacks made from kidskin and krimmer in it. His knockoff kiths were knackered of the kookie knucklehead's kleptomaniacism- kudos to them!
Framed by rosy mountain twilight
Angelized and star-kist
Beauty flowing with glowing lines
Above a silver mist
Lifted up by moonbeam moments
Flying with practiced grace
Flying across the light of the moon
Outlined on his great face
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as passion writes of every line,
oh sweetest one you are divine,
between your thighs i burn to slip,
wet kisses, moisten honey pit,
till onto me you climb,
and frenzied pleasure ,
is sublime,
when kist,
sweet spirit mine...
serenity is blind,
till every thought intrudes,
reminds of this.
Don
Passion its
as passion writes of every line,
oh sweetest one you are divine,
between your thighs i burn to slip,
wet kisses moisten honey, ****,
till onto me you climb,
and frenzied pleasure ,
is sublime,
when kist,
sweet spirit mine...
serenity is blind,
the mind does unravel,
and unwind,
to thoughts of this…
Don Jonson
Carol
But the memories linger still,
of the heart that gave a thrill,
when once you were so sweetly kist,
outside was the morning mist, you cried...
but there inside your heart,
it lives, thoughts and feelings do forgive,
you walked the path you had to live,
but memory does reside...
Don
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Karma waits,
tween covered doors,
ironic, slaps me to the floor,
my this time curse,
the subtle score,
though innocent,
i insist,
black arrows, never missed,
i am guilty ...yes 4 sure,
aint just my kind of bliss,
too ironic i implore,
desist!
no never wants 4 more,
my name is on the list,
abhorred,
though one time virgin kist.
do vestal virgins snore....
great poetry p. d. babe "karma"....
A playful slap on the derriere,
a playful fight, desire is there,
to dominate, be not unfair,
let her win most times:)
to give her little arms a twist,
behind her back lightly insist,
pin her while she's being kist,
is not a bloody crime:)
a playful wrestle, passions heat,
can elevate the manly meat,
let her just a little cheat,
you've earned your steamy ration:)
Don Johnson 11-jul-11
her fault!
Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
Burnt by kist…
The burning kiss sets pants on fire,
Soon over come with heat desire,
No rhyme or reason we perspire,
Just takes one burning kiss,
The eyes do lock, no question there,
A first sweet kiss, we tremble, stare,
At once returned, fascination rare,
A heightened state of bliss,
Hold the phone cos we aint here,
Step up to own, yes you my dear,
Brain disordered, mumbling, *****,
Do you remember this,
Just takes one burning kiss,
Don Johnson
Twas wooden, and my Ivy stick
Did claggy with a cobbled tone.
The moon, in shade rode whimsy high
And whiffled with a moan.
By hairy dog and camel toe
I trundled on and farted,
By gum and skinny teeth I went
Unshaven and wholehearted.
Hag I not seen but in a girth
A womb of some renown-
A creature from some other Earth
Not cream, yet still not brown.
I wooden, with my Ivy stick
And waving with a fist
Fought on with friendly foe in tow
For valour, kin and Kist.
Double on the double side,
2 sides of the platter,
not caught she thought with maybe pride,
how the glass of loving shatters.
And passion flares quite a bit,
his hand has almost slipped on it,
and reason out the window slips,
some verse is so exciting:)
But not always.
Interest in the story told,
the angels here sometimes unfold,
the wings are hidden in the mist,
the greatest joy is to be kist,
perhaps i'm getting told .
Don Johnson
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