Believe me until now I have been calm,
if you stoke the flames I will react loud.
The slickness of my coconut lip balm
all over your neck will that be allowed?
No need to share this on an intercom,
I will not do this in a bustling crowd.
Disappearing I will have you sweating,
privacy please you’ll enjoy the petting.
Nancy took a tumble
And went falling down the stairs.
The slickness of the marble
Must have caught her unawares.
Yet who at 84 years old
Wears shoes with 4-inch heels?
Though since a hip replacement,
There’s a photo that reveals
That Pelosi, back at work,
Left her stilettos in the dust.
She’s sporting clogs, a look to which
She might have to adjust.
We all make compromises
As we ratchet up the years,
Though despite her new flat shoes,
She still will tower o’er her peers.
Puffy gorgeously round bubbles arise from the forest floor
Iridescent with lavender rainbow slickness
Magic feelings add an ethereal prettiness to delight the oaks
Autumn is oozing out of the ethers in subtle ways
Confident Queen of the Elf Faeries arises from her summer slumber
Her courageous daring lion heart spies her current prey
in the form of a handsome but shy deer elf
She has shape shifted him out of a mushroom plant
He holds his head down, studying the amber blossoms
He will be compliant and meet her needs in such a way!
Her parents roll their eyes. She is such a romantic
But her romance must always be on her own terms.
The unexpected words of gratitude
come out of the mouths that receive kindness;
I have noticed puzzled and despised looks
from some aquaintances and friends
who seemed baffled by my thankfulness
and honesty for being a very grateful dude.
Let them call me an imbecile or an idiot,
someone who values others' generosity;
they didn't provide for my needs in my strife!
I won't regret anything that feels right;
how could their greediness ignore my necessity,
if they never thought about my demise?
Is personal happiness a source of harmony,
if there's no willingness to share prosperity?
Give some of it away to make someone happy;
what good is it to have luck and be so greedy?
A treasure has to be guarded constantly from thieves
who can figure it out how to steal it with slickness.
Written on 8/28/2020
God I wanna touch you
I wanna feel your skin
Meld our bodies to the point
Don't know where mine begins
Wanna put my hands all over you
Trace the indent of your spine
Dig my fingers in your flesh
I wanna make you mine
I really wanna kiss you
Probe inside your mouth
Taste the slickness of your tongue
Nibble on your pout
What I really wanna know
Is do you wanna too?
Does your body ache for me
The way mine aches for you?
Do you lie awake at night
Burning with desire
Do I make you sweat, soak your sheets
Say that you're on fire
I can't take this pain much longer
You gotta let me know
I need to hear you want me
I just wanna know
slickness of dolphin
through the silk waters
— uber driver
6/27/2018
I love you... I love you too
For it seems life a lifetime that we were meant to be.
Thy dream has come true
Our dreams turned into days, then months, and lastly
years.
You never saw the hidden mask of secrets...due to his
or her slickness of uniqueness.
The fake smiles and silenced affections come to the
surface.
Fooling the closest of family, friends and associates;
Showing them the false illusion that this type of crushed
love would gain some type of glorious purpose.
Now only very few know the truth to your private doubts
and tears.
Smoke screens, tinted mirrors, and shady bitches hidden in the
shadows of the unseen.
Ready to pitch your dirty laundry... to the nearest king or
queen.
You know what I mean... the complete destruction of your union
and your team.
Tick, Tick, Tick your time is limited for the miserable to
strike.
Collected and exaggerated memories of untruths could unfold;
while in the middle of putting fate in the hands of what one only
knows as the truth of stone.
So while the story sounds bonded and you both continue to hold on
as a team... just know that karma may strike and reveal that...
"Everything Isn't As It Seems".
Inhospitable stares;
Invisible slickness;
Incandescent beauty
In glacial scenes so fair!
Immense chill on a breeze!
Imbibing an *Icee -
Instant, intense brain-freeze!
Feb. 24, 2017 for Kim Merryman's I Pleiades Poetry Contest
* An Icee (or slurpee) is a frozen carbonated drink. If consumed
too quickly it sometimes feels like you get a short horrible headache
we call brain freeze!
The slickness of a blade
pressing against a throat....
the cold steel meeting tender flesh
blood drips and a body tumbles
the taste.... the sight... the sound....
all quite euphoric.....
Ripped clothes, smashed items,
echo screams, and the raging fires that glow throughout the night
The beauty.... the savagery.... the destruction
all quite euphoric....
Breakfast Her Way
His lurking sausage rises;
to sun-rise, seeping in, my
outer lips, a mix
blend, of juices that
shiver the inner thigh, patty-
cake, patty-cake, quake, we
bake to shake, bodies in full
throttle, against times love,
where we have sweat rains
pour, dripping sheets, she' ll
have him, breakfast her way,
down boy, come and get it,
and eat with digression,
cause its not the sex;
that's gives pleasure,
it's the lover, and how he
Tames, himslf, wid slickness...
~CR~
01-31-13
Expert skiers ought to know
That skiing ever faster
And off the beaten track just might
Precipitate disaster.
The specialists who gauge the snow
For slickness, depth and such
Put warnings out so all who ski
Stay out of danger’s clutch.
Yet more and more, those athletes
Who love risks and taking chances
Ignore all the advice and yield
To daring circumstances.
And so an avalanche occurs,
Which causes pain or death.
I wonder if regret’s expressed
In someone’s dying breath.
For admonitions only work
If they are sternly heeded.
A dab of caution is the dose
Of medicine that’s needed.
I sympathize with those who’ve lost
A loved one to the slopes;
But those who died so recklessly
Were those who knew the ropes.
Green bottle bottoms swirl sleep in my window
muting the steam from an afternoon bath
Sorting, distorting the lawn and enigmas
which only a dream could decipher, behalf.
You, sitting lazy on the edge of the water
with one hand in suds and the other in air
as we softly discuss all the wells and beguiles
that life tends to throw us while we're unawares
Notes of last night hide in corners all crumpled
lists that we made to go this way and such
Steam and sleep water now up to my shoulders
impelling my skin flown to slickness and touch
We comprehend all the air and it's movement
Lifting the roof with the storming of brains
Quietly you kiss my forehead to silence
the mirror of heat from the breaking refrain
Glass and decisions, your hand breaking bubbles
and eyes bent on closing to slip, slip away
Afternoon lazy, the verge of discovery
filled up with the silence of words yet to say.
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