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Odd Odyssey Poet Jan 2023
All in a written love song, noteworthy
words, and it's quotes of passion to a status quo of love

R'n'B tunes all over in the room
playing it all
Always leading me to something more,
and something more to prove
Kick back, relax
and I'll take off your shoes
Listen to those tracks
and wait- I need to show you some new moves

Trap me in your body's yard
a strong perfume- choking me out in Yardley
I'm consumed; as you're lying waiting on your side
touch of your face, a slow glide in between your thighs
A fine night seems finite; we don't have much time

Making a tongue become a body's shaking sanctuary
resting all ungodly words spoken and falling
onto skin by heavy breaths
Entangled twines to the lines of soulmates,
doing so much more in saying less

Songs of a reckless serenade; as you can taste the
desires in the night air. An open window you left for
me to see inside of you

So I studied your advances and the devotion it
takes to love you. In the mood to make the
first move- don't know I should,
To timber my heart of cutting down my wood

But I think I should

Feeling you softly,
so proudly and calling you mine-
a goddess bride, I wound up watching whine
Next to a glass of lipstick red wine, and tasty meat
So nice to meet your so tenderness, and an orchard
of sweetness in your eyes

Biting the apple, oh the forbidden fruit
so few times to bite on your words; and your lip
Could have paid the dues of just the tip
still what's to stop a little taste from a tiny sip
Especially in a loose silk slip- showing every piece

Do add me to your list,
listening to the sound of your body's calls
Do add me to the address of your location, and
chasing adrenaline, also adding me to those advances

And if questioned on how this love affair will end;
loving each other kindly will provide that answer
Odd Odyssey Poet Jan 2023
| Your body at first a stranger to my foreign kisses
   Learning how to speak another language in French kisses
  Ice cream painted lips of cherry lipstick, for licking kisses
I've inhaled your passion many a times in breath kisses
   And catching all stomach butterflies of butterfly kisses

Turn the lights a little low- you'll have a morning glow,
  from the bathroom, on the sofa, and the carpet floor
Rubber bands in my hand, trying to stretch you out; I had
     a lot to say, but the words got lost in your mouth
Hold my supplies, and grind on my belt—point the places
I never felt. Watching shivers of ice on your back slowly melt

| Your eyes running like bath water
   Want to dive deep in your thoughts like pool water
   Trying to train myself to breathe under water
      Pocket full of love- can't you see like sea water
Trying to quench my thirst like you're a glass of water
      And I hope you drown me in that body water

Singing a chorus of that body's natural tone,
about to overload, over the low areas sending tingles
  to already curling toes. I smelt the readiness of your body
   with the drips of scent stuck on my nose. Open to close
  the deal- peeling slowly your heavy clothes
      Entwining both of our ready and longing souls

|  Velvet skin-smooth and teasing to every bite
      Sensations running under skin in a sensitive bite
     Marking all the places I own with a territorial love bite
      And what's the point of a bark without a harsher bite

     Be at your best, stay at your best, I'd say it with my chest
        at your breast; you obviously guest that we'd lay in
     Our little love nest. Going down your West, and making
         the best effort- leaving nothing less, just to impress
When you first heard Aretha sing, did you know just what she meant?

Or did you ponder the words, in your mouth.

Cloying.

Stuck to your tongue with cement.

R. E. S. P. E. C. T.

I've got no idea what it means to me.
Searching the universe for answers. Questioning, asking...and up pops Aretha.

I remembered the first time I heard it. She was asking for respect, but what did that mean?

Years later...I'm non the wiser.
Odd Odyssey Poet Jan 2023
~

"Come let us meet"
she had said hidden under the sheet
Her's that were her enticing cheeks
strings of lace—red violet
Barely enough fabric to cover the fabric
of her bare skinned *******
An uneased bite lip seemed so violent,
bodacious; a body bold in fair skin tone
She feels like a fountain of youthful desire
a running waterfall of natural causes
But for this night, a night she wants
to be owned
By his planet size to conquer her world

"Come let us meet"
as if in secret, knowing the wrongs
that feel so right
Kissed in a whisper,
blissful as a dream
Foxy; let yourself chase it's tail
dig into my flesh by the trap of sharp
teeth—lover's snare
Show no mercy, be possessive,
needy, greedy
Pulling my hair, but treat me
as yours with care
I have a bone to pick
and a place to put it
"Right there"

"Come let us meet"
in this moment's little speak
And shall I have a taste of you on
my lips, to meet your meat
Taste of my skin
sensitive, a pen click
in and out
Pressing your fingers on ****
a tongue kiss; circling around
laps until the race is complete

"We will meet"
close the window of your heart,
pull the curtains over your soul
Turn the lights down low,
and I'll light the candles with my words
And we can keep each other warm,
away from the outside snow
Burning bodies to the call;
yearning passions as my flesh itches
being bitten by a smitten love bug
My body in a rush,
throbbing in a rhythmic hard drive
For your body is a journey,
an adventure; I'm so pleased to enjoy the ride

I only want you tonight!

~
Sarah Delaney Dec 2022
Do you ever feel like nothing will ever change?
The depression, the anxiety,
Your way of living?
Sometimes I feel like I am not where I should be at twenty-five,
I do not make enough, I do not do enough, and have nothing to show for twenty-five years.
Will I always be this sad?
Will I ever be proud of the woman I have become?
Or am I doomed to live like this forever?
Never truly happy with myself.
Rew Nov 2022
My springtime's never ending suns
I carry sunglow from window to bed,
planning, when the next day has come,
just as soon as the pets are fed,
and I've tidied up my empty head,
walked the dog, give cat the cream,
to run and jump and skip and play
not laze around and sleep and dream...
Too late! my pet's wet chomping jaws
send my dreams to damp moist earthy days
of screaming pterodactyls & dinosaurs...

My summer sun's they always shone
so brightly that they hurt my eyes,
and I hid and wished it, Begone!
with my false exasperated sighs...
I lazed around and fantasied,
conjured darkness for my needs,
and willed self toy for troglodytes
so dreamily these beasts use my hands on me
on dark cave floor's breed in me, such dreams...
Of Hekate's hounds entering... in my mind
behind the private door's of my eyes.

Now my Autumn comes crashing down
there's earlier settings of darker suns,
troglodytes and hell's hounds keep me bound
on stiff stalking legs ***** one-eyed proud
as creeping winters begin to run...
My pale face mirrored as I count my sum,
of my omniverse to find it finally means,
of my dreams this whole world wide,
dream leads to this... Whereof? I cannot dream...
Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2022
The fantasies of love; I fancy myself
a glove— holding onto old befores, and
wearing out the test of time

A girl I would proudly call mine
Bribe my way into making a memory my bride; two
seductions of the tied ties, sleeping together at the odds night
And to wake up with a reasonable excuse to be tired

But I've tried to be like a peck of flightless birds—
no reason to fly south like the rest. As I encouraged
her to rest under my wing, upon my smothered talk in
her *******

Two crushing walls on my face in between thighs,
and her ****** being a tall tower close to rise
But I despise the extra seconds it takes to build up
her high. And why like vampires ****, is because
they don't use much of their tongue

But by the batting of her eyes, she is close to come,
to a point of returning a tip of this favourable fun
Caroline Shank Sep 2022
Blue carpet.  Stones
between toes. Sun
seamed afternoon.  

You.

Salt foams on shores.
Wet kisses my dream.

Walk on. The
lights of South Beach
a kaleidoscope.  Moon
paths. Warm breaths
on my mouth.

Tide breaks.

Salsa brings the waves
to ******.

Daylight comes.


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Caroline Shank
9.23.2022
Adult
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