Tenderizing Poems - Poems about Tenderizing

...Lava stiletto lips drips Medusa kisses transmitting stone corpse aperitifs she slithetrs hither on out of night sways of narcoleptic nuptial napkins snake strand locks of love conceal couquet......Read the rest...

...digesting ballet — prime rib and bacon, waltzing Nutcracker taters Tchaikovsky suite crescendo fork and knife tenderizing 12/25/2021......Read the rest...

...At least I was clothed when I arrived I think The rest of them are not Neanderthals or pre-Neanderthals? They communicate with grunts Whistle, burps, farts. I wish I was kidding. I am serious. ......Read the rest...

...Caught here in a pandemic state of suspended animation we gradually move towards comprehension of the old axiom, between a rock and a hard place as we hang here held between the jaws of t......Read the rest...

...didn't you know that in the new age America court cases are decided by rioters and intimidators congressional race baiters getting their rocks off on division and skin tone the juror's box ha......Read the rest...

...As the tenderizing tenderloin rub his meat. The antibiotics circulated through his veins ran down beneath his feet. The taste is off but memorizing my mouth, as I swallow his flavors I began t......Read the rest...

...The female calendar The night cosmos opens the earth to moisture, germination of the moonlight rejoice. Tenderizing the ground to reach the underwater sight, mist of luminous Moon light from th......Read the rest...

...Her mocking salutation in salute. Sudsing down your brains drawingboard in a victoriously ill repute. Nature's pendulum holds you in it's dungeoness pattern of holding, then you go down it's chute.......Read the rest...

...There we were - veiled in the sheer-yet-semi-private aura of morning twilight; where only outlines can be seen but where everything is felt in its full strength and purity. In a sultry bed - o......Read the rest...

...where are your eyes in the 11th hour? do they roam to and fro, roaring with insipid power, baiting the hook, fishing for retractable men? where is your nose in the 11th hour? is it sni......Read the rest...

...I must admit You left me broken… I am shattered shards, Spread out on your hands… Your sweaty palms of uncertainty at hand But, we will land in a land of I-understand… Make a stand and things......Read the rest...

...I have my platinum muse It is a flighty, windy memory Of a memorable, miserable encounter With someone that reminded me... I have not even fooled myself Into believing something so weak As th......Read the rest...

...Now, you have the right to remain hand cuffed, With each arm on each side of the bed post, Unable to get away from a host, Who has already searched you in the buff. You also have the right to tak......Read the rest...