#courting
Walked into the dispensary to get some trees. like being hit with a bat I felt to my knees
Name rooted from 100 BC.
Signifying timeless, elegance,, grace, and goddess, like beauty.
Intelligent sophisticated, with a boss like mind.
Independent business, Woman, but impressing creativity at the same time.
Right brain left brain synchronicity if you know what I mean,
To keep it 100. She’s exactly like me..
Let’s be friends and get to know One another,
With this Renaissance man, it’s not all about, trying to get underneath those covers.
feel me Queen.
Mar 20, 2025
Mar 20, 2025 at 9:11 PM UTC
Romance is dead.
it's throat laid open
love cascading down
murdered by progress
by the reduced
synaptic
span
on
constant
scroll
lips licking for the next
hit of one-click
copulation
choking on the slightest
glimmer of
.
.
.
.
.
.
waiting,
of elegant persistence and the
reward of enamored pursuit
IRL.
the beautiful cat and mouse of our ancestry
that wove such wonderful tales
into the bark of our trees,
replaced by all the clever wit
and subtle nuance of
peak cringe riz
swipe right
“send nudes”
“DTF”
Sep 25, 2024
Sep 25, 2024 at 6:32 PM UTC
I look at you .. your countenance and demeneour .. how one eyes follows the other and curls of your hair address this courtship unknowingly .. and at a gaze when all at once, my eyes brush off your glance, . hiding in plain sight, what our gentle nudges couldn't hide ..
You do not say .. in fear and worry for what might, I do not ask .. illusions of my habits overcomes.. and yet, we nurture that infinitesimally small fire .. hoping meekly in our hearts .. that something or some force would cater to our reconciliation .. but it never does.
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 9:51 AM UTC
and you sent her a title of the song you wanted her to hear
saying it was saying about the feelings you have,
you wanted her to feel.
but, she heard it before.
you can't blame her
but she did
she had felt the world dance around the same beat
swayed through the waves of the sounds with the wind
when she was on her way to the beach
one hot summer day.
she had fell asleep on the same song
on a school night
having to wait to be validated.
she have cried on the same song when he left her
now, ask your self:
are the songs really for her?
May 11, 2020
May 11, 2020 at 1:12 PM UTC
build your defenses
as infrangible as
great wall of china
along the himalayan
mountain range
𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦
𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴
Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 11:38 PM UTC
i'd like to keep my feelings for you...
direct
but experience has told me oft
it ought be conducted otherwise
i am to understand that
expressions of feeling toward another
must contain Fluff and Padding
i am to understand
that when expressing romantic feeling
lies are expected
somehow
amongst this great dishonesty
i shall slip you the true code of my communication
relay that feeling
meshed into the fabrication
the falsehoods of the romance
can reveal honest belly
in the gelatine of the fiction
Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 11:31 PM UTC
When monsters fall in love, do they leave their ways behind them?
or terrorize towns hand in hand?
Do they still open tops of buildings like giant jars of jam
with giddy smiles striking fear for miles around them?
Will they still pick planes from the sky? Or just the crust from their lover's cloudy eyes?
Do their mangled hearts become manicured?
With razor claws brushing wretched jaws,
will children hear them making out in closets?
Will they huff and puff at armies, or yell sweet nothings to pass the time?
Their passion would be fascinating, making love while making masses fear their wrath.
And maybe if we're lucky, we'll see two monsters in the park--
with lipless mouths and fighting tongues--
showing us a love so stark, it would be a first to be given hope
by such vile a folk.
For there's a chance for all of us, if even monsters fall in love.
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 2:10 AM UTC
I fell hard for a stranger,
Her words, the pauses between them,
The boldness in which she spoke,
And of course the confidence in her approach.
But, woe is me, captivated fool.
Palavar was a sweet heat exchange.
Fast passion in shared interest.
The flurry of tongues refreshed,
Impressed by the company of another.
I left with only a name,
No good at this game,
Of courtship.
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 8:56 AM UTC
Girl, boy,full moon,
Candle light dinner,romance,
Boy says,"Pay the bill."
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 7:00 AM UTC
He clears his throat,
offers a hand,
lady afloat
begging to stand...
but where is she now?
The gentleman's moon...
his strides upon Earth
whose labors to croon?
Here, gentleman, hear
her breaths are so soft.
Need this dough like skin,
a taste so aloft?
Her pulse like a symphony,
her steps on pools glistening,
her lips your night litany,
her hands light-wrought ivory.
Gentleman she swoons!
Her hips like snow dunes,
her words gentle noons
that light up your Junes.
Yet you stay away,
your respect holds sway.
Though she is nectar,
you drink not as night
does day.
Your gentle ways
lengthen the days,
though distance kept,
you oft' purvey
a sense of love,
as she turns your way.
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 10:44 PM UTC
Keep time and good company,
Stay laissez-faire,
Of your diet, be mindful:
Of your body; take care.
With intention and tact,
Choose well what you wear,
Downtown or in the garden,
Be seen without glare.
When you're mannered and prim;
You're fit to a pair,
Politely, be you,
Though be a you they can bear.
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 5:39 AM UTC
When's the last time we discussed your beauty?
Taboo the way beautiful lays itself across the strength of a mans character
but you are
Stunningly, captivatingly beautiful
& Its not your chiseled arms
or your abs
its you
Its the way
wait...
Have I ever told you that you're beautiful?
That your beauty keeps me talking
how talking keeps me off track
but in line
and tracing circles
around your eyebrows
across your lips
down your back
Have I ever told you that you're my best friend?
That there is a joy in seeing your face after a long day
dinner tastes better on those days
and I sleep more soundly
Have I ever told you that you are worth it?
That God loves you
That he sent me to remind you
that you're beautiful
Have I ever described how comforting your laugh is?
The way it tickles me
and allows me to keep a pinch of it in my pocket
to sprinkle on me and around me
on days you are on my mind but not around me
If I never have, then with these words I always will!
Poems live forever and your beauty, well...
Its timeless
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 3:11 PM UTC
WILD nights! Daily frights!
Where I with thee -
Under the neon lights,
Shall see our luxury!
Anchor my heart,
In Heaven's port -
Done with the chart,
Done with the court.
Rowing in Heaven's decor!
Silver sea!
Might I but moor
Tonight with thee?
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 8:46 AM UTC
Brown boys on the beach
All of them are great
So many just out of reach
Because most are straight.
Something close to mocha;
Unbelievably **** skin.
Some of it looks like heaven
And some of it purest sin.
Brown boys in shorts
Just covering bare *****
Impervious to winks and
Any kind of gay passes.
But I hear rumors of them;
Legends may be a better word.
Gay things have been known
To happen with them I’ve heard.
Brown boys bare chested
Showing off their physiques.
Proud of that they take care of
Best I’ve seen in weeks.
It’s not that white boys here
Are that much less appealing
But there is something about
The way I have been feeling.
Brown boys can flirt here
In a way I have never seen.
It’s flattering without invitation;
Never insulting, never mean.
Someday I will get braver
And ask one of them to teach
How to tell which one is gay
Of those brown boys on the beach.
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 8:12 PM UTC
He showed interest and did crazy things.
All to get her attention.
She noticed, started to reciprocate his feelings
And encouraged little affections.
But he wanted more, wanted her to be his,
Pushed her for a decision.
...
It was a mistake, his being impatient
For what he received was rejection.
Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 7:23 AM UTC
You have me
Wishing and waiting
Hoping and praying
Sitting and staying
Close enough to feel
Your hand in mine
Your lips to mine
Your breath and mine
Every song
Is about you
What I think about you
Lyrics line up perfectly with my thoughts
And every morning
And every night
It's you
And love songs
Anticipating
With the birds and the bees
And the flowers and trees
Waiting for the moment
When you are mine
For you have me
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 7:26 PM UTC
How terrible
And all the same delightful
Are the chapters in life
In which we begin to enter love.
A rosebud's bloom
Chet Baker said it best
"I fall in love too easily,
I fall in love too fast"
I would add that I tend to fall in love hastily, with no second guess.
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 5:39 AM UTC
Her figure
Her form
Her smile
Her lips
Every moment
Of every day
She crosses my mind
Like the Sun's rays in the morning sky
I think I'm in love
But I am afraid
For what if her heart
Is in another place
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 2:14 AM UTC
I’m no longer in the dating scene
Because I know exactly what I need
Someone on the right spiritual path
To be a good example to my seed
You don’t have to have your money right
You just have to have the right mind
Promise to support me and follow God
And only love and peace you will find
For God will be our presiding priest
And Christ as my best man
While the Almighty Father walks you down the aisle
To place yours into my hand
So if you’d like to court this disciple
You must study to show thyself approved
Must truly know our God and have sins forgiven
Or find yourself regrettably removed
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 8:09 AM UTC
Intense eyes, a majestic eagle,
circling high, is the air she carries,
a samba dancer luscious, who strikes
blow after blow with her belly button,
central stage always is hers
a bird of pray elegant on the look out,
the heightened awareness from
a sense of clear danger present,
is the reward she assures,
to him every minute for being her escort.
Rub her right, rub her wrong,
find what it would bring was his itch
the eagle woman conceals nothing,
keeps her eyes keen, wide open,
her mind a radar, focused on
what is to happen the moment next,
from mid air like a missile she swoops down,
stand still for a moment and then strikes,
she is on her prey, but he has
slipped away, at the precise moment.
Both are in awe of each other, but smiles,
on the dance floor they are glued to each other,
he now plans a daring plot,
named "The sword of Damocles"
she is of two minds, love this game,
finds him fitting the bill,
yet the bird of prey awaits time for the next raid
"He is made of dainty stuff".
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 6:12 AM UTC