Silky Poems - Poems about Silky

Eye to eye desire begins, Ignites a flame that grows within. Mirrors whisper sweet soulful things, Two lovers hearts begin to sing. Fingertips reach for satin touch, Impressions left are craved so much. Slowly stroke erotic places, Leaving grins upon two faces. Fall into the wealth of a kiss, Enchanted hearts embrace in bliss. Teasing...

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In the hidden whispers of midnight, bathed in the moon's silky embrace, Life unfolds as an involuntary odyssey, an arcane experiment, A pilgrimage of the soul through the labyrinth of the tangible, A mystical journey where the ethereal essence dances with the shadowed reality. The spirit embarks on this voyage, traversing unseen realms, And in this spectral wandering, true existence...

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In the silky night, dotted with mystery, Where the moon's thread weaves shadows on the paths, The heart, a thin garment, a flash in the ether, Listens as the time from the hourglass seeps away, And its rhythm, a song from the depths, beats within me Like an echo of an ancient tune budding anew. With longing gathering silences and fears...

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folds of night falling peony petals, orange soft ocean breezes blue parrot feathers magenta mists of morning butterfly wings, red soft sway of willows cherry blossom cascade, pink fragrant silk tree blooms...

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Eyelashes Eyelashes are such a little bitty word, and they in themselves are little bitty too. They said “girl did you know all the stuff I can do?” Put those things on and then bat your eyes, trust me you’ll look and say “oh my my “. I wonder if eyelashes could do all...

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Light winds danced with tall trees. Bare branches swayed in a slow harmony as roots spread during an opus of a crispy moon. Frosted leaves lay in gathering heaps; victims of the equinox and winter’s dearth. I communed with fairies upon a branch; never argue with them while the lunar orb is high lest you become lost on a path to...

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Flowers attact both bees and butterflies, Pink, puffball like silky bloom, Those lovely Persian silk. Date of submission: 05/09/2021...

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Curling around the house, the breeze was unfurling, moving dead leaves in its twirling fingers, apparently satisfied with whirling The dance lured the lovers to come out and romance under the willow's shadowed trance, soft whispers of the breeze inspired their love's warm glance Showers gently fall on them, even as flowers bloom open with piquant powers, they laugh and enjoy love's passionate few sweet hours The soft zephyr played with trees in the woods and croft, with...

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Silence is very likely quite abundant in heaven, And all was pure bliss before the noise rebellion, For thoughts were loud then and never impelled, From any of the places where beauty once dwelled. In absence of music magic so much would be lost, But it's so wrong to tolerate sound at any cost! The spirit craves rosy silence in order...

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Taking in all the beauty of this sunny brand new day As squirrels scurry about, caught up in their play Watching brilliant colors blend together up in the skies A soft gentle breeze whispers Good Morning in silky sweet sighs...

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I brush for fifteen minutes my kitty, as she growls, wiggles and struggles and swats; all I want to do is make her pretty, I just need to get rid of a few knots. Oh, all that shedding, moulting and hairballs, she is very angry with me for hours; I kiss her but no way- away she crawls, I give...

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Silently love creeps into place casting fast shadows in the hall that if ignored, extend their sprawl. Cupid twirls to ambush our space. When our quit-dreams sit unprepared, then love commands its stand declared. With naught to influence love’s grace, it does seem we will never learn, thus, love blocks our wish to discern. Love will not move at our dreamed pace. It stays us...

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The silence shushed the baron claims slipped through the photo door imagination or intimidation the silky fox spreads on the floor Sticky situation former lovers of brothels and whores tell me what's in store Eyes closed to the sheepish grin Blocked off from her sin Rape me again and make me feel Nothing else is real...

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Warm, lustrous, skin; soft. Erotic touch, sensuous love. Silk, a faint echo....

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Ah What a Silky lush The kiss the moons Plant ______________________________ April 8, 2017 Contest of Broken Wings...

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