"appealingly" poems - Hello Poetry

The faint smell of the watery sugar is barely noticed. The starfruit's fragrance swept away into faint nothingness at the hands of the tropical winds of Hawaii. Hanging onto the tree, the fruit once sour and bitter undergoes a seemingly emotional transformation. The sun's sweet-tempered fingers are secretly and appealingly molding it. It learns to be sweet instead of sour, our taste buds tingling with the power to taste, but being held closely like bloodhounds on a leash. It brings an exotic originality to the table. The Vietnamese fable, blah-blah-bitty-blah its unknown. It's skin kissed by golden rays, and the once green fades into a sweet banana yellow. on the inside, it still knows its roots, it still knows the sliminess of negativity, and on the inside it holds tan pellets shaped just like tear drops, embraced within its boogers of its old bitter soul. Droplets of water drip-drop down off the waxy fruit, and it lays silently on a freckled black marble counter. Sweating sickeningly after a cold shower, its cool glistening skin signals its execution. Soon enough the executioner arrives, the sharp shining blade blinding with bright lines of reflected light. No, it wasn't nearly as crisp and sugary as an apple, nor was it even as sweet and citrusy as an orange, and yet, it was a little bit of both. The little stars stuck somewhere in-between, alone in the galaxy of oranges and apples.

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Sep 12, 2012

Sep 12, 2012 at 2:58 AM UTC

jessica-wong

In a galaxy of oranges and apples.

The faint smell of the watery sugar is barely noticed. The starfruit's fragrance swept away into faint nothingness at the hands of the tropical winds of Hawaii. Hanging onto the tree, the fruit once sour and bitter undergoes a seemingly emotional transformation. The sun's sweet-tempered fingers are secretly and appealingly molding it. It learns to be sweet instead of sour, our taste buds tingling with the power to taste, but being held closely like bloodhounds on a leash. It brings an exotic originality to the table. The Vietnamese fable, blah-blah-bitty-blah its unknown. It's skin kissed by golden rays, and the once green fades into a sweet banana yellow. on the inside, it still knows its roots, it still knows the sliminess of negativity, and on the inside it holds tan pellets shaped just like tear drops, embraced within its boogers of its old bitter soul. Droplets of water drip-drop down off the waxy fruit, and it lays silently on a freckled black marble counter. Sweating sickeningly after a cold shower, its cool glistening skin signals its execution. Soon enough the executioner arrives, the sharp shining blade blinding with bright lines of reflected light. No, it wasn't nearly as crisp and sugary as an apple, nor was it even as sweet and citrusy as an orange, and yet, it was a little bit of both. The little stars stuck somewhere in-between, alone in the galaxy of oranges and apples.

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I felt your skin, barbie-like , clammy waxy-smooth plasticy as I imagined appealingly shiny in the darkness. I tasted your scent of earth and ocean the wood tones creating charmingly, an appetizing lightness musk melody fixated on my neurons, as I breathed you in. Your doughy hands baby touch, enlightened the panic in my face, dissolved the numbness. Tingles surreal, whether I opened my eyes or held them closed. What ever came next Your lips stiff and sweet as an apple's core, I felt rising against my back like a lump in your throat. Arms thunderous logs bundled in blankets clumsily avoiding skin contact. Each exhale of saucy yearning, summoned me a little further to where I felt the insides of your desires. With each exhale, I grew more restraint I felt wonder trickle down my spine and fade with your breathing.

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Apr 1, 2014

Apr 1, 2014 at 11:03 PM UTC

margrett-gold

Eventually

I felt your skin, barbie-like , clammy waxy-smooth plasticy as I imagined appealingly shiny in the darkness. I tasted your scent of earth and ocean the wood tones creating charmingly, an appetizing lightness musk melody fixated on my neurons, as I breathed you in. Your doughy hands baby touch, enlightened the panic in my face, dissolved the numbness. Tingles surreal, whether I opened my eyes or held them closed. What ever came next Your lips stiff and sweet as an apple's core, I felt rising against my back like a lump in your throat. Arms thunderous logs bundled in blankets clumsily avoiding skin contact. Each exhale of saucy yearning, summoned me a little further to where I felt the insides of your desires. With each exhale, I grew more restraint I felt wonder trickle down my spine and fade with your breathing.

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Desirable. Treasure comes sometimes excitement-boxed, appealingly likeable, intriguingly closed within secretive flame. Yet to become more valuable it has to be locked with an willing and amatory key by a known and desirable name. A stir of old fragrance has to arise when opened, an erotogenic scent of endearment meant for just two. If a billet-doux has the allurement I had hoped for, arrives via ether-line, carefully discreet, I know it's from you.

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Nov 6, 2016

Nov 6, 2016 at 12:00 AM UTC

fay-slimm

Desirable.

Desirable. Treasure comes sometimes excitement-boxed, appealingly likeable, intriguingly closed within secretive flame. Yet to become more valuable it has to be locked with an willing and amatory key by a known and desirable name. A stir of old fragrance has to arise when opened, an erotogenic scent of endearment meant for just two. If a billet-doux has the allurement I had hoped for, arrives via ether-line, carefully discreet, I know it's from you.

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Thousands of love stream Flowing in this earth Even never end thirsty Without your love of heart. Extensive above of the sky Flying your besides Calling the rain of love Appealingly by loud cried. Can't understand myself Never end thirsty with others love Because, for you only My soul is the swallow.

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May 29, 2017

May 29, 2017 at 3:17 AM UTC

bzeal0us

My soul is the swallow

Thousands of love stream Flowing in this earth Even never end thirsty Without your love of heart. Extensive above of the sky Flying your besides Calling the rain of love Appealingly by loud cried. Can't understand myself Never end thirsty with others love Because, for you only My soul is the swallow.

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