Winding white wind whips
Colorful fall leaves
Like rainbow that drips
Undressing tall trees
Gives brown skirt a lift
Grey squirrel scurrying
In this dirty old city that never sleeps at all
West End walking looking 'round for thrills
West End talking meeting all the girls
lights come up as the sun sinks under
East End spending money comes and goes
East End bending breaking all the rules
bright lights blaze on the avenues
dark alley doings going on too
back streets side streets circus or square
striptease sordid Soho sleaze
trains in the underground resound in the air
don't get me wrong like the river life rolls on
opportunities are there ~ there for the taking
never mind another grey rainy day
possibilities are there ~ there for the making
you can't win unless you make your play
London town never lets me down
Take a walk with the honeybees,
wade into a wafting Spring breeze;
Relish pollen bringing a sneeze
floral strip tease, floral strip tease;
Swarming with hues I’m left in awe,
such pure beauty without a flaw;
Laughs return to an old seesaw;
A heart in thaw, a heart in thaw.
gramma removes teeth...
glasses, four limbs... stark naked
~ down to the fine hairs
November 07,, 2019
Sexyku Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
STRIPTEASE
private invitation
on backyard veranda
sweet purple wine
straps dangle
she’s swaddled
in sensuous mystery
his breath in striptease
his eyes overwhelmed
he calmly sips his wine
of slow approach
this marriage he owns
3/1/2018
she reveals
her glowing beauty
petal by petal
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Contest: Sexyku
Sponsor: R. Lamoureux
Great poetry-
How do I define
your sheer delight?-
See-through
but not entirely uncovered-
suggestive
but not barely defined-
I wait at the edge of clouds,
enchanted by radiance;
recall the brightest Sun I have ever known
and the dearest burn
so sweetly salved….
Open air striptease
Fall leaves gyrate on the wind
Bare limbs shivers
as I stand here and gaze
into the heavens
this dark, inky sky
ahhh . . .
now I see you my love
my bright, shining Gibbous Moon
the dark cloud
moved on into the night
showing the heavens my spirituality
for we are as one
whether you are a mere Crescent Moon
timidly showing
mere tantalizing part of you
we may only guess
what is hidden
in the darkness which is you
its as if you are having wicked fun
at my expense
time gives me the taste of
your delicious and tempting Half Moon
glow of iridescence revealing
more of yourself
although it seems the more you show
the more is hidden
you are playing me an exotic dance
befitting your lofty aspirations
an enticing, though half naked smile
I stand there
wishing the nights would flow faster
as each night
slowly evolves into the next one
you know I will
be there again and again
waiting
patiently waiting
for your final unveiling
and shows me
your patient lover
you in all your majestic glory
a huge, bright and lustrous
Full Moon rising
I almost sob
Morning’s frosty call
Summer’s shade’s colorful fall
Naked trees stand tall
When Fanny would step into the light the crowd would scream and roar,
They never left too much room for doubt about what they’d come there for.
“Take it off,” they’d yell to her as she strutted across the stage,
And she would happily oblige each one singing like a bird in a cage.
Playfully she’d take off one glove and then bare both of her arms.
The men grew quiet as they feasted their eyes upon her obvious charms.
With a practiced kick and a flick of her foot off came a dislodged shoe,
A skillful repeat from the other side and her feet were both bare too.
And with a sly wink to the conductor the brass section would start to roll,
The men would hoot and holler for more but Fanny stayed in control.
So with an unzip and a little tug and some work from a bump and grind,
Dear Fanny started to feel a chill in the air but the crowd didn’t seem to mind.
But when the final stitch was dropped and Fanny revealed her glory,
All of us men politely averted our gaze and we’re all sticking to that story.
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