#cougars - Hello Poetry

Midnight queen makes her presence known Eyes lit up like sparkling diamonds Lips shaded red as a blooming rose Porcelain skin and an angel's face The world of men sits at her feet Wars are waged for her one night Men competing for the goddess' favor like playing with children's innocent curiosity The eyes of this cougar stalking quietly Hunting for the next unsuspecting prey Her deadly charm her most effective tool To catch and break the young and foolish boys There I stood looking from a far Desires getting stronger even if I stood no chance Accepting that she won't ever look my way And yet there she was, staring through my soul God, my awkward smile and juvenile heart You shined like starlight in my eyes Heartbeats in maximum overdrive When you lace your fingers into mine Pent up desires taking over Love bursting like a broken dam Surging forth into each others' embrace Raging like storms on a collision course Making love like the torrid summer sun Fiery encounters burning all trace of innocence You, who consumes all the oxygen in my lungs Whose kisses are my elixirs of eternal life Stronger than ***** yet addictive like wine You embody my deepest, darkest desires You are a dream and a nightmare combined And yet here I am, succumbing to my desires You leave me thirsty for more of you You plague me day and night in my dreams Whose every word become my life's creed Whose very silhouette I cannot live without I am a slave to your mischievous desires The goddess that I kneel to each night I am a plaything running on your fingers Your quick game whenever you feel bored The devil in red and white claims me as hers I am but a casualty in her rampaging storm A victim who is left addicted to her taste The plaything of a cougar whom every man desires

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Dec 11, 2017

Dec 11, 2017 at 10:36 AM UTC

LonelyBard

A Cougar's Plaything

Midnight queen makes her presence known Eyes lit up like sparkling diamonds Lips shaded red as a blooming rose Porcelain skin and an angel's face The world of men sits at her feet Wars are waged for her one night Men competing for the goddess' favor like playing with children's innocent curiosity The eyes of this cougar stalking quietly Hunting for the next unsuspecting prey Her deadly charm her most effective tool To catch and break the young and foolish boys There I stood looking from a far Desires getting stronger even if I stood no chance Accepting that she won't ever look my way And yet there she was, staring through my soul God, my awkward smile and juvenile heart You shined like starlight in my eyes Heartbeats in maximum overdrive When you lace your fingers into mine Pent up desires taking over Love bursting like a broken dam Surging forth into each others' embrace Raging like storms on a collision course Making love like the torrid summer sun Fiery encounters burning all trace of innocence You, who consumes all the oxygen in my lungs Whose kisses are my elixirs of eternal life Stronger than ***** yet addictive like wine You embody my deepest, darkest desires You are a dream and a nightmare combined And yet here I am, succumbing to my desires You leave me thirsty for more of you You plague me day and night in my dreams Whose every word become my life's creed Whose very silhouette I cannot live without I am a slave to your mischievous desires The goddess that I kneel to each night I am a plaything running on your fingers Your quick game whenever you feel bored The devil in red and white claims me as hers I am but a casualty in her rampaging storm A victim who is left addicted to her taste The plaything of a cougar whom every man desires

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The night was over The band was done Time to hit the lights Another Friday In the books And we only had two fights One busted speaker A broken chair A proposal killed at ten Time to close And shut it down Until we start again Ashtrays full of hopes and dreams Burned away with no success Half filled bottles and empty glasses Just signs of more excess Time to clean away the night And sweep away unanswered prayers Wash the lipstick from where it stayed And clean up the nights layers Another morning after another night of at least ten broken hearts where remnants of scattered hopes were dead before their start An empty shell hopelessness...tempting once more..'have a try where once the band is finished up you can all go home and cry Ashtrays full of hopes and dreams Burned away with no success Half filled bottles and empty glasses Just signs of more excess Time to clean away the night And sweep away unanswered prayers Wash the lipstick from where it stayed And clean up the nights layers Each day starts fresh Last night is gone Nothing ever lasts The beer is cold The bar is warm Last night is in the past Regulars arriving Band is tuning The staff is in position Fake Id's abound tonight with cougars on a mission Ashtrays full of hopes and dreams Burned away with no success Half filled bottles and empty glasses Just signs of more excess Time to clean away the night And sweep away unanswered prayers Wash the lipstick from where it stayed And clean up the nights layers Ashtrays full of hopes and dreams Burned away with no success Half filled bottles and empty glasses Just signs of more excess Time to clean away the night And sweep away unanswered prayers Wash the lipstick from where it stayed And clean up the nights layers

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May 21, 2014

May 21, 2014 at 11:49 PM UTC

roger-turner

Ashtrays

The night was over The band was done Time to hit the lights Another Friday In the books And we only had two fights One busted speaker A broken chair A proposal killed at ten Time to close And shut it down Until we start again Ashtrays full of hopes and dreams Burned away with no success Half filled bottles and empty glasses Just signs of more excess Time to clean away the night And sweep away unanswered prayers Wash the lipstick from where it stayed And clean up the nights layers Another morning after another night of at least ten broken hearts where remnants of scattered hopes were dead before their start An empty shell hopelessness...tempting once more..'have a try where once the band is finished up you can all go home and cry Ashtrays full of hopes and dreams Burned away with no success Half filled bottles and empty glasses Just signs of more excess Time to clean away the night And sweep away unanswered prayers Wash the lipstick from where it stayed And clean up the nights layers Each day starts fresh Last night is gone Nothing ever lasts The beer is cold The bar is warm Last night is in the past Regulars arriving Band is tuning The staff is in position Fake Id's abound tonight with cougars on a mission Ashtrays full of hopes and dreams Burned away with no success Half filled bottles and empty glasses Just signs of more excess Time to clean away the night And sweep away unanswered prayers Wash the lipstick from where it stayed And clean up the nights layers Ashtrays full of hopes and dreams Burned away with no success Half filled bottles and empty glasses Just signs of more excess Time to clean away the night And sweep away unanswered prayers Wash the lipstick from where it stayed And clean up the nights layers

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Against the perimeter of my childhood backyard cluttered rows of privet hedges produced tiny ruby berries, easily crushed if stepped on. They always fell from the branches in the slightest trail of wind. Cougars prowled my playground. My parents, hesitant to let me out alone, planted the bushes in the hopes the cougars would eat the Ligustrum ovalifolium and never return. I knew the berries were toxic and could make me ***** more than what I consumed, a time bomb in my stomach. Mother said the poison could make me shiver harder than a winter day. When, once, I raised a berry to my lips Mother plunged forward and slapped it out of my fingers, a strange mixture of anger and concern in her eyes. I was never to pick one again. I didn’t understand the problem until I saw two cougars laying behind a privet— a mama and her cub no longer breathing in sync.

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Sep 28, 2015

Sep 28, 2015 at 12:24 PM UTC

e-townsend

Trespassing Privity

Against the perimeter of my childhood backyard cluttered rows of privet hedges produced tiny ruby berries, easily crushed if stepped on. They always fell from the branches in the slightest trail of wind. Cougars prowled my playground. My parents, hesitant to let me out alone, planted the bushes in the hopes the cougars would eat the Ligustrum ovalifolium and never return. I knew the berries were toxic and could make me ***** more than what I consumed, a time bomb in my stomach. Mother said the poison could make me shiver harder than a winter day. When, once, I raised a berry to my lips Mother plunged forward and slapped it out of my fingers, a strange mixture of anger and concern in her eyes. I was never to pick one again. I didn’t understand the problem until I saw two cougars laying behind a privet— a mama and her cub no longer breathing in sync.

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