She is so risque;
Dieter Muniz
May 18, 2012

She is so risque;

She puts his tongue in her mouth

…but not in that way.

risque rhythm ...     
Ben
Ben
Nov 26, 2013

coy verbal foreplay
tastefully twisting two tongues
risque rhythm ...                          breathe

la vie est le risque
Nienke
Nienke
Mar 15

je n’ai pensé jamais
que a la fois toi et moi
avons choisi cette voie

je n’ai pensé jamais
que a la fois toi et moi
avons choisi le chemin serieux

je ne peux pas croire mais,
aussi je ne peux croire que tu existes

parce que je vis dans un rêve
tous les jours dans mon propre monde

alors, qu’importe?

la vie est le risque
et le risque est la vie

Would be very risque.
Alex Caldwell
Dec 20, 2010

It was a cool summer day,
In a land far far away.
Oh to go back to that day,
Would be very risque.
And yet,
Somehow.
It would be amazing,
To go back to that day,
That was so far far away.

I wrote this in a facebook chat with my friend who was doing every other line.
Not for the risque factor, only for the simple fact that
September
September
Oct 17, 2013

Not for the risque factor, only for the simple fact that
I only want you inside one single part of me
and it's sure as hell not my heart.

Don't look me in the eyes.
Don't look me in the eyes.

you've got a really quirky smile. and weird eyes.
But I like the risque,
Amanda Fletcher
Amanda Fletcher
Jan 22, 2013      Jan 23, 2013

I can feel the dust removing its self from these shelves,
It's in this illuminated corner that I left behind
A long time ago.
It's too late now, I already let it out of the bag.
And, Well, It's
Bigger and Better,
Stronger and Faster,
Headstrong and Inviting.
It's a dangerous spot, I know.
But I like the risque,
Dive in.

Rather risque,
Olivia Kent
Olivia Kent
May 16, 2013      May 17, 2013

Black Soul Baby!

Yesterday,
I played in blue,
Today,
I'm back in black,
He is a phantom,
Dashing delightful,
Skids down razor blades,
Rather risque,

It's believed!
In black,
Suited and booted,
Tied up in chains,
Remains of the day,
Call of the wild,

Echoes of everything,
A shadow passes,
Trapped in locked vaults,
Imprisoned in vague suffocation of breathlessness,
Everyday dawns,
More excitement he creates from his chasm,
As each day conspires in new writes,
Love is my black soul baby!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

There's a little bit of risque speculation,
Kathya Suzy Stephens

Psychotic distortions with paranoid undertones,
There are the forgeries of jealousy,
Not as quite straight forward as the rules of poker,
He says,
There's a little bit of risque speculation,
             "Waggish boys play their games,
               As flies to wanton boys,
               We are to the gods,"
THEY kill us for sport.

risque thoughts inhabit my mind
mark john junor
mark john junor
Jun 8, 2013

risque thoughts inhabit my mind
as she steps back and forth across the threshold  
nubile twenty something hippy dreadlock girl
such a lovely persona  
and moist inked beauty of form
she shouts my poem in the parking garage at four am
the echoes add integrity to it she laughs
my girl takes her in our bed
and shows her some integrity

i would so willfully indulge
but i know that such a creature is
the kind i could come to love with true deep feeling far too easily
and i dare not such misadventure
i am so drawn in by her golden patchouli locks
her fine line inked breast
her laughing gentle eyes

i tell my girl
this interloper of her treasures must depart
in the morning
she is unhappy but agrees
i sleep on the floor
waking to my happy home restored

edit: goofball
oftly rubbing my chest while whispering risque enigmas of pleasure
Glenn McCrary
Glenn McCrary
Aug 28, 2011

The natural attribute of my inquiring intuition

Coerced me to tread passionately in the wake

Of this provocatively, entertaining creature

To analyze the abstract desires of her mind



She peeks just up over her lovely shoulder

Capturing the dazzling quality of my image

From the corner of her harlequin green eyes

As she licks her lips insatiably with hunger



Ultimately this woman approached me fearlessly

Exuding the very spark of unmistakable attraction

She then began stroking her fingers through my hair

Caressing my face with her assuaging touch of heaven



Softly rubbing my chest while whispering risque enigmas of pleasure

Oh, how I could feel the air of her pacifying breath blowing in my ear

While her alluring cave of magic chafed against my yearning serpent

Not one word was spoken for she could sense my crave to fornicate

 
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