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With Ma Lil **** Dill

one bilabial fricative smacking
     tongue thrusting (lizard like)
     indefatigable prelapsarian
     Garden of Eden dwelling primate
     doth pine with two lipped treating zest

for Eve fun juiced a tasty droplet, wrest
ting kitty meowing Mz er loo,
     sans verboten fruit Yukon die vest
     via jump starting
     a hovering  ****
     electric kool aid acid test
Hair and there, a bare naked lady attired
     in her birthday suit, the sexiest

plump ***** roseate
     sear suckered ******* trickling milky nectar
     when casting shadowed umbra at rest
thirsting, unleashing, vaunting,

     et cetera viz prurient quest,
whereby this rambunctious
***** bull lever severely oppressed
condemned with life sentence
of ****** solitude, nest
souled (sorely testing
     agonizing Victorian modest
     tee primly and properly

     tortures carnal temptation lest
surrendering syllabus "C" ) even jest
a jot, cuz tis pure torture restraining
     feral, hormonal, integral hankering
     to stoke libido at Parochialism be hest
thus, aye feel unfairly deprived,
     no hello kitty will be guest
unsure how helpful "getting off my chest"

works thee unnatural tethered
     ****** suppression, perhaps best
left unmentioned, encumbered
     with jiggly, flabby droopy breast
works, and unwanted love handles
     state of reined swiftly tailored
     harried stylishly groomed
     FitBit bridled uncertainty I attest.
Alan S Bailey Jan 2016
A story 2,000 years in the making...

Sparkling, beautiful vivid hues
Totally amazing stunning array,
The sky a deep blue with the sun
A vibrant white gold, whispy, cloudy
Haze, misty and peaceful, eloquent,
A piece of nature in your own backyard,
In endless awe, all of us watching this amazing
Clear blue day, whether the building and filthy
Trash dumps and rusty cars are in your way.

Such a desolate scene, temporarily blocking what
Was brought about by someone's envisioned dreams.
Alan S Bailey Apr 2015
Her envisioned music rolls
Notes splashing like the sea,
Her endless ocean song
And my piano-one and free.
The passion in each salty song
Never wash away with rain,
And strong and never settling
The roar and surge sustains.
I can feel her breathing
And her warm arms holding me,
Their bouyant as floating boats
Giving me all of her I need.
The music is now ebbing,
And flows into channels of changing tides.
She kindly strokes my soft black hair
As I gaze into her deep dark eyes.
I'll awaken once she sets me free...
Alan S Bailey Mar 2015
You kiss me beneath the violet blue, sunset
orangish and gold like the color of a ring,
set in sapphire and jasmine, the sparkling glint
that the first stars bring from within the twilight,
short haired and vibrant, strong as a fine steed,
the visions of a daring courageous female knight,
giving rise to another exotic and elated feeling,
a memory of feeling warm in the arms of a dream.

The playfulness of your eyes, subtle glances,
of respites and revelry, of moon stones
and magic trances, memories of a time when
I felt like the lips of a short haired Goddess
had touched mine. I can not ask for more
than this special place I want to be,
for this there is no greater yearning,
this being the kiss which sets me free.

You hold me, and in your arms I am alive,
for the first time I feel I must confess,
I had your hand and your heart, envisioned
our love though it's only the greatest test.
I can promise you anything, but first you
must show me the way. I will never be
whole until you kiss me like you did
in my minds eye, your caress by the tree
when the sun fell at the end of that day.

— The End —