Wounded heart
silk lace burning dart
black dress slowly undress
smooth hard firm
soft warm touch
gentle subtle kiss
She listens well
he tells her all
His hands strong
her body his
a subtle lovely kiss
Too tempting, the new fallen snow.
Twilight’s twinkling, curious glow.
First the pines chuckled and slid;
down the hill slow then too fast.
The houses’ windows agape,
twisted and tugged, then luged.
Swish..swoosh..swish
Kids in the homes applauded;
Cardinals in mints, blues, greens
fluttered about, catching manna
on their tongues; different is good.
brr…mmm..howl
Eventually, the trees and houses
had to lug their heaviness up the hill,
but they had so much fun, they did
it again and again. Families joined in,
in the delightful twilight, kept secrets
shh…shh…hush
of their magical night. Grandkids believed
it was just fantastical stories, but one night
they hear a ruckus, feel the foundations
rocking, rolling, chuckling, carousing; pines
sliding like frosting down a cake. Delicious.
ahh…ohh…wee
Be careful, the secret’s past from tree
to tree, house to house. The stoic unmoved,
but some are considering moving down hill.
Eye's as pretty as Arabian Pearl's.
Eye's as shiny as Ghana's gold.
Skin as delicate as rose petals.
Skin smoother than Russia's steel.
Hair lengthier than China's thread.
Hair as soft as Indian silk.
Voice so glorious as angels rising.
Voice sweeter than Ethiopian honey.
Hand's mightier than Rome.
Hand's sharper than Zeus's spear.
Legs temping as Billion Dollar's mine.
Leg's as gracious as Neptune's Chariots.
Mind as cunning as a Fox.
Mind as wicked as a phyton.
Heart whiter than snow.
Heart purer than a Dove's.
I smell love in sea's.
I smell love in the mountains.
My heart races like a cheetah.
My mind craves it like a hunter.
So I await your entry into my heart.
So I await your entry into my house.
Thus, She truly is as "The Queen Bee".
Voluptuous Betty Boop
threw men for a loop
always sassy and flirtatious
delightfully curvaceous
AP: 3rd place 2026
A young crow carries them-
selves meticulously, screening
their surroundings. Too wary
to engage with others, but
always so observant.
A golden jewel shines in a
parking lot corner. Tempting
the young crow’s eyes. Their
bill clutches on, fragile by
nature, it breaks.
Glass shards pierces their
tongue, blood cascades on-
to the concrete as the jewel
dismantles. Remnants of a
once pretty rock remain.
Lackluster caws transcends to
inconspicuous woes through
menacing thunder circulating
the floaters, ignoring their
cries.
Drizzles of rain deafening
continuous yelp, a dash of
salt soaking their insides,
their shadow scatters
far away.
Tempting...
If she leaned forward
just a little more
over her centre
of gravity
seriously...
She might fall
over the edge
of unreasonable doubt...
And recall laughing
hilariously...
At herself.
Aqua Marine. Just Musing.
Posted/Written: Saturday, 16th November, 2024.
when things are tempting
are beating around the bush
should always avoid
when minds may wonder
try to find another way
put minds back on track
bad weather on bay
do pray for a better day
God will know the way
when in God believe
His forgiveness will receive
He is always there
when most unified
effective and efficient
right place at right time
would you rather be
hard to believe or understand
complete idiot
For those who dare to tempt their fate
Who choose to share their love or hate
How can they bear their peace of mind
If all they care gets left behind
Maybe they sought to get ahead
When many bought the words they said
Till they got caught in all their lies
Was all for naught when all trust dies
But those that chose to plan their schemes
And those that rose to reach their dreams
You know it shows for all to see
The world bestows their destiny
In shadows cast by neon haze, A world unfolds in modern days,
Where screens dictate our hearts' desires, And connections fade amidst the wires.
We chase the rush of fleeting fame, Yet yearn for depths we cannot name,
Lost souls, seeking solace and light, In this modern dance of day and night.
But let us pause, in tender embrace, Rekindle love, restore life's grace,
For in our hearts, the key resides, To find true joy as life collides.
A love so hot and tempting as rising dough,
like fruit, oft' ripens during spring's brief life.
So feed the hunger! Bite the apple. Though
some will judge you, let it not cause you strife.
“What role does Nature have for a pure virgin?”
That, O chaste, young head maiden, is the question:
enjoy the pleasures of youth, long before sin
takes hold by the Pharisee's loathsome religion.
Even priests tire from their show of virtue,
set ablaze like kindling with their great lusts!
The constant flames in you which won't harm you,
yearn for the feeling of your Father's thrusts.
Thus, God's saints gather round in heaven's choir,
as love hopes to lift bone-hard cocks even higher.
tempting seductress smells like lavender
he tries not to notice, but keeps flitting back to her
like a butterfly to a flame,
her enticing beauty intrigues him
she is quintessential.
Time, O Time!
Rest a while in my arms.
Cannot I waylay you with silken whispers,
sweetened promises, and love irresistible?
Come and drink deeply of my mortal sap.
Let it befuddle your senses and cloud your judgement.
Let it drive you to madness and obsession.
Let it bring you before me begging and pleading,
for a taste of life and death upon my lips.
And then you will be still -
and we shall be eternal.
29 October 2021
It's tempting to write
'bout the ills of the day
So scary the problems
that court me to say --
'Til I think on all the good it'll do
For who will read it but me and you
Essence
Of sapphire waves,
And its saline savor,
Conceal the hidden dangers and
Allure.
Even now the crows
have chased away
the lemon yellow butterflies
Even now glasses
have been scattered
down the desert
Even now a road trip
on a small island
is not as Fiona-free
as before anymore
The radio goes on
Volcanic black rests
at her feet
Trash gets carried away
The rabbit hunters shall
arrive this Sunday
This is the wind
that makes her think straight
This is the day
to choose your roads carefully
Her father warned her
to always be on time
speed up, my little mate
and so the girl glides from the dunes' hollows
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