Plunged to terrain plagued, tasty female options
Surge of adrenalin pulses choices unsuitable
Piquant aroma pulls him closer, allure accosting
Sentient favours solacious flower so beautiful
Hurtled descent drops watchful onto hillock haze
Swayed seed laden willow heads have halos
Hedonistic impulse picks silken stems with craze
Seraphim surround a torn aura in dewy daos
Preordained mistake palates spasmed heartbeat
Shrews drawn to Stu allude to transformation
Prurient dripping pores warble wanton indiscreet
Strident serpentines permit desire incubation
Heathen has escape, wrapped parachute harness
Preparing his tortured innards for due launch
Hazards bring unbridled enthusiasm for newness
Pride hides a tarnished ego, attempts reforge
11th February
Whenever waking,
Lady tailor making
Categories:
solacious, absence, conflict, crush, lust,
Form: Rhyme
Broth of froth fulfils its duty
Calls me forth for cleansing
Seaside summons with her beauty
Sordid sins, my drama mending
Tickled toes consume her tulle
Shell gems of replenishment
Roll readily, her threaded spool
Thighs swarmed by her punishment
Then she tugs me, draws me down
Fuelled with force which drives the world
Turgid topaz, dispatched waves drown
Sorrow in her salty spray, solacious swirl
Fuzz of ripped tulle rings in my eardrums
Ocean submerged, my private universe
Fizz of gripped torso invites redemption
Crystal next day newness she serves
11th September 2020
My Private Universe Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Julia Ward
Categories:
solacious, adventure, baptism, beautiful, environment,
Form: Rhyme
Air struck my body,
Leaving an impact,
A drop passed by,
Forgetting to make a contact.
A touch screamed in low,
Creating a chaotic mind,
Sun was at his best,
Still something driving me blind.
The darkness was hugging my light,
Time was handicapped by speed,
So precisely, was there my presence,
But someone’s crying indeed.
Clueless mind was stumped,
Heart pumping was loud and clear,
Oh my Lord, I was motionless,
Eyes forgotten to shed a tear.
Everyone was muddling around,
Senseless senses were at best,
Work burden finally crested,
First time creating a rest.
Doctors failed their battle,
No savior can now rise,
Loan payments are immaterial,
I am overpowering world of price.
Experience envisioned a synopsis,
No more dates from the calendar
communication is over and out,
THY soul…..I finally surrender
*This is one poem from my first e-book (Solacious solitude).......available in amazon.com
Categories:
solacious, death, life,
Form: ABC