Clouds float in the vaguer shades of grey
Stroking air like silk shawls women wear
Mauve and lilac ,blue and white today
In summer,whispy white clouds wander by
Leaving no long shadows on the doors
Winter clouds sail in vague shades of grey
The sky is most exquisite when light plays
Making patterns on the wooden floors
Mauve and lilac ,blush, pink, burned chambray
Eternal as the sea in Dover Bay
Without that marvelled ocean and its roar
Winter clouds float vaguely in dark grey
The sky conveys no message but a prayer
That humans should retaliate no more
Mauve and lilac ,yellow as sun strayed
Who would act so well as Satan’s whores?
Who so harshly, inhumanely, swore?
The clouds float by in all the shades of grey
Mauve and lilac, sad as words may say
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Categories:
stroking, allusion, analogy, appreciation, nature,
Form: Villanelle
Coffee hot, coffee cold, doesn't matter I am sold
Ain't nuttin' yummier, cept a filly unclothed
Now whoa, hold on a jiff
Did you say a sexy young dish
Stroking my hoo ha getting me started on the road
Categories:
stroking, cute love,
Form: Limerick
Retirement ain't all it's cracked up to be
Finding things to occupy my mind is key
Like chasing young fillies
Plying them with lilies
And watch them melt and stroke my goatee
Categories:
stroking, happy,
Form: Limerick
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Thus sat I
athwart her boarding
as the train’s whistle
bellowed
I panting
stroking mine beard in
anticipation
mine pen and slip
excited
to cast each her
chary glints
when
CRACK
back mine head
mine consort
her ring baring
jealous
Categories:
stroking, beautiful, corruption,
Form: Free verse
I watched the blood dribble
down past my pale knee
it was pretty, from what I could see
But as I learned of my deserving of better things
The world that laid before me said
'Hello, I am here to please you'
In return, I said, 'I am here to please me, too'
It's final words to me:
'You knew that all along'
Categories:
stroking, recovery from...,
Form: I do not know?
as your fingers
brush my skin
petals of memory
are pushed apart,
I am left a sigh
drenched in want
I cross my legs
not knowing,
their angles would
draw your attention
your eyes lined
the curve of degree,
I almost knew
when your mouth
smiled hello,
the pull of your tongue
wrapped my need
In smoked pearls,
and legs of oak
turned to butter,
spent they melted
to knell supplication
your eyes begged sleep
but a desire still whispered
with a listing tongue of fire
I stroked the line
between dreams and
your sleeping face,
I stirred the coals
in your Dreamtime
to ignite
as my fingers brush
you ablaze,
my lips rub
the velvet embers
I smile as you arise
and then I fire,
at your first touch
I am floating as ash
in our wake
Categories:
stroking, passion
Form: Free verse
Ed stirred from his stupor out by the keg
when he felt pressure he couldn't quite peg.
What a shocker that day!
Eddie's best friend was gay,
so he said, "Dude, quit pullin' my leg!"
Categories:
stroking, confusion, funny
Form: Limerick
Please fill the glass, it is going away.
The buzz can't linger on the lips and buds.
And now his legs will give to ridge and sway
or stick to floors and stop the soul as mud
from a cold day in April or in March.
Nowhere to go, he laughs and begs to stay.
Last call was hollered by the tending lark.
But turned from home there is no head to lay.
And without sex while having age lined eyes
He stays and sips until the sun can rise.
Categories:
stroking, people, places, recovery from...,
Form: Iambic Pentameter