#caress
Light glows in the dark
The brilliance of my heart
It caresses me
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 1:22 PM UTC
~for only love poetry~
Rip the clothes off~
a new poem spurting,
ascending, peaking,
the pleasured perfection
of its conception,
reaching the climactic of
The End
without ever those
terribly wonderful words
spoken,
just gasped
the but of the best, nonetheless,
the caress of, the raw tingling touch of, when,
when you commence the secondary seconds
of its reimagining when
editing!
and you can see the imprint of every kiss,
the sticky shadows of the dried sweat drops,
the ah ha of every letter’s moment,
the minute errors removed,
the silliness of hurried fumbling,
the less than perfect
smoothed away,
the poem scratches of the rushes of passion,
healed
making wonderful into great
even heightening the peaks,
the best into perfect,
remembering it later
exactly likely that
like you knew it
always forever
just like that
The retouching is the reliving,
La retouche, c'est la reviviscence!
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3:31am
of course!
of course,
Fri Feb 20
Twenty Twenty Six
3 Adar 5786
Sabbath Eve
Erev Shabbat
Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 3:24 AM UTC
Cherish me, shelter me
embrace me with your attention
.....your blood wants to
.....warm me skin on skin
Peace in me, your hand radiates
from afar into my belly
.....I am not alone
.....not a day, not a thought
Your spiritual body is with me
your heart follows mine
.....in desire
.....in love
Breathe with me and come
soon to hug me
.....don't postpone and come
.....to me, close to me
Feb 1
Feb 1, 2026 at 4:12 AM UTC
What a difference a touch can make make a man feel loved or a heart break It can shatter dreams, destroy a life can bind a couple as man and wife Can soothe a child, put him to sleep with a handshake, a promise to keep with a caress ,it can be welcoming A touch can mean so many things It can cause a pulse to race or can feel as good as a warm embrace It can speak words when none are said leave a lasting impression at best
Oct 2, 2025
Oct 2, 2025 at 1:37 PM UTC
His caress gently
lays me in a mellow bowl --
of purring pleasure.
Aug 19, 2025
Aug 19, 2025 at 3:46 AM UTC
Let me do to you what has been done:
Love to heart
Day to night
Light to darkness
Rain to earth
Bees to flower
Water to fish
Books to mind
Oxygen to lung
Beauty to eyes
Kindness to people
Fire to surroundings
Moon to night sky
Medicine to pain
Poetry to soul
Flute to ears
Spring to the tree
Hussein Dekmak
Aug 3, 2025
Aug 3, 2025 at 9:55 PM UTC
Just for a moment
you caress my face, and yet --
it lasts a long time.
May 6, 2025
May 6, 2025 at 2:22 AM UTC
Imagine, I am sitting
at the piano.
Imagine, you come to sit
beside me-to join me.
And while I am playing, out of the corner
of my eye, I see the twinkle
in yours. The longing in your eyes,
because I caress the keys of the piano
so softly, and you hope, that
I might, one day, do the same
to
you.
But I am no more than a simple musician.
So imagine this, I can play the piano,
but I could
make you
sing.
Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 1:00 AM UTC
A better day:
Is feeling healthy,
A positive thought,
A kind word,
A charitable deed,
A friendly chat,
Sharing laughter,
Caressing a broken heart,
Acquiring knowledge,
Inspiring others,
Celebrating nature’s beauty,
And being touched by God's call to love!
Hussein Dekmak
Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 9:35 AM UTC
– Ata, üzümə bax gör nə çıxıb,
Atası öpdü onun üzündən.
– Atacan, gözüm şişibdir, bir bax.
Atası öpdü onun gözündən.
– Ata, yandırır günəş üzümü,
Kəsdi atası günün önünü.
– Ata, arılar incitməz məni?
– İncitməz, qızım, onlar kimsəni.
– Yağış yağanda saçım islanmaz?
– Papaq geyərsən, heç bir şey olmaz.
– Atacan, evə çox gec gəlməzsən?
– Getmərəm işə, əgər istəsən.
– Yoruldum yaman, dincələk bəlkə?
– Çox yoruldunsa, gəl gedək evə.
– Gec yatsam bu gün, küsməzsən məndən?
– Mən yox, amma ay inciyər səndən.
– Nə vaxt gedəcəm məktəbə, ata?
– Az qalıb, qızım, həmin o vaxta.
Qızcığaz bir an dayanıb durmur.
Sual verməkdən zərrə yorulmur.
Atanı güdür, gözdən qoymur heç.
Baxır üzünə, qımışır bic-bic.
Sual üstünə sual yağdırır.
Nədir səbəbi bəs bu marağın?!
Dəcəldir yaman, gəzir, axtarır.
O öz gündəlik nəvaziş payın.
Jan 11, 2021
Jan 11, 2021 at 10:21 AM UTC
It was one of those nights we had
Right when you turned out the lights
You got me struck down
Tickling me as if there's no tomorrow
It wasn't the first, it wasn't the last
You really got me satisfied
You were stroking all over my body
Sent me to another level of enjoyment
Seems like a touch
Touch too much
You know it's much too much
Girl, you know you're giving me much too much!
Girl, you know that you got face of an angel
You smiled with sin
She wanted it real hard, wanted it fast
A lil ***** touch might ease me
Touch me like you had a velvet glove
Lay me down and touch
This kind of woman's gonna drive me insane
Too much for my body, too much for my brain
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 10:24 AM UTC
Locks of charcoal black
Sleek and smooth
like the mountain peaks
when covered with fresh snow
thick with stories of winter
my hands find warmth
running through
Hands ice cold
hold the chills
of the winter season
in his fingertips
As they glide
Down my skin caressing my curves
leaving a trail of goosebumps
one for every cold snowflake kiss
Rough and dry
his breath blows the summer heat
Off my belly
Where it used to settle
and nestle
tanning for hours
now leave my body
every time
he exhales
while he’s on top
Suddenly, it feels like winter
moments freeze
time stops
nature wears white
seducing him away from me
He’s waiting by the window
And I beside him
“It’s cold outside love” I said
He turned to me
exhaled a sigh of relief
“It’s the best kind, my darling” he said
Nov 16, 2020
Nov 16, 2020 at 11:04 AM UTC
I dream of us reuniting as the water reunites with the sand and carries it along
So I could get to express the love I kept suppressed beneath
But I don't know if ever in this life, you will come back
With a frail twine of hope, I now breathe
I witness the lazy sunset on our favourite beach alone, every day
Which once we did together in one another's arms
I write your name on the sand, hoping for the water to not wash it away
Not before you come back and I fall for your subtlest charms
I sit for hours, from dusk till dawn, waiting for you to return
So we could sleep by the water and wake up to the sun
Watch the sky turn tangerine and then paint it all black
And sleep under the stars while the tides sing us lullabies. Oh, such fun.
And if you ever come back, I will first kiss your lips and caress you whole
So you could immerse all the love and keep it sealed in between your ribs
Only then I will always be close to your heart like you are to my soul
And a fire will ignite, helping us keep the love and the burning desire alive.
Nov 5, 2020
Nov 5, 2020 at 10:12 AM UTC
Your love is my vice
Thirsting for your soft caress
Carnal addiction
Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 9:03 AM UTC
winds gentle caress
kicks up memories like leaves
sublime and stirring
Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 11:32 AM UTC
That wretched face
Inside of that beautiful skin
I couldn't see
I cannot believe
Swirling in the delusion
You created
Your tainted caress
I hope we never ever met
But the smile that gave away
My trust
Your illusion
Now I'm so sick
of your ********
Its clearer than ever
You dragging me in your downward spiral
You've tore me inside out
But I've finally figured out
What really must be done
No mercy! No remorse!
Oh my beautiful liar
You cold blooded *****
Never I thought I would do this.
Now I'm on my knees
You brought me down to your level...
May 16, 2020
May 16, 2020 at 5:55 AM UTC
blades of green lightly stab your feet.
the cool breeze caresses your arms
as the sun enhances your radiant face
you are at peace in this moment.
Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 9:15 PM UTC
This Dog
by Rabindranath Tagore
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Each morning this dog,
who has become quite attached to me,
sits silently at my feet
until, gently caressing his head,
I acknowledge his company.
This simple recognition gives my companion such joy
he shudders with sheer delight.
Among all languageless creatures
he alone has seen through man entire—
has seen beyond what is good or bad in him
to such a depth he can lay down his life
for the sake of love alone.
Now it is he who shows me the way
through this unfathomable world throbbing with life.
When I see his deep devotion,
his offer of his whole being,
I fail to comprehend ...
How, through sheer instinct,
has he discovered whatever it is that he knows?
With his anxious piteous looks
he cannot communicate his understanding
and yet somehow has succeeded in conveying to me
out of the entire creation
the true loveworthiness of man.
“This Dog” appeared in the poetry collection Arogya by Rabindranath Tagore. Keywords: Tagore, translation, dog, feet, head, caress, caressing, joy, delight, devotion, friendship, companion, companionship, whole, being, entire, instinct, loveworthiness, mrburdu
Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 10:54 PM UTC
I fall into your grasp again,
Awaken me,
Flesh on flesh,
Iridescent moons,
I lick the wounds,
Cuddle--caress,
Please hold me again,
My thoughts turned grey,
Sorrow--aching,
Words that play,
The little violin in the hearts of all
Saddened girls.
Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 10:23 PM UTC
Press your hands against my skin
Caress
To feel your warmth
I'd die again
You are the ghost
Of a dream
Your hands the touch
What I need
Crave
You.
Move your hands along my spine
Whisper
Feel your breath against mine
To feel alive
Make me please
Feel alive if just one more time
But a dream
Only of
your hands.
Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 11:08 PM UTC
I think I have begun to reach it,
the edge of the world.
whether it is flat or round
everything must come to an end
so I have begun to reach it,
the edge of
the world
of this world
of your world
of my world.
I'm **** near the end
im so close I can caress the stars
with my fingertips.
up here
the oceans have taken the size of a mere moon.
and I think what world
must lie beyond
but I how ready I am to leave his one,
or if there even is a world
regardless
I have reached the edge of my world
and I could not be more ready to
jump.
Nov 14, 2019
Nov 14, 2019 at 9:18 PM UTC