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"arouses" poems
1 Backwater nymph, queen of serpentine black tresses flaunting its coconut oil gleam; envy of  leggy girls from the Western ghat mountains, and lissome  maidens from the plains, who can never eat as much fish, even if they wish. Wearing hibiscus flowers, on coiffure like hood of a king cobra, your coral lips  silently speak of hot peppery kisses, waiting for me at shaded corners. Your sultry body in me arouses desires, that could only be whispered in your ears. 2 On a coconut lagoon when we met, for the first time and spoke, non stop, as if we knew each other life long, I heard music in your words. Oh! in the tongue you spoke, I heard the cadence of a nightingale ecstatic, on its wings above the clouds, love had prompted us to fly above the storms. Your  gleaming coal black eyes, like silver hooks, tug at my heart strings, that makes music, only I can hear, you are a free flying lark, above Kerala's lush coconut coast, that extends from sea shore to the mountains. 3 **When we relished steaming brown rice, mixed with clarified butter, with spicy tuna curry, tasting so dainty, cooked in bubbling sweet coconut milk, my eyes like two crazy butterflies circled your face, a blossomed Champak*. Mashed cassava and roasted squid, melted on our tongues, in a perfect culinary language any one would understand without effort. 4 Your lips had cinnamon scent, spice land's boons, when we kissed we touched heaven of scents and spicy tastes. When our eyes fell on each other, near the ancient synagogue, the hay days of which is over, a long jasmine garland coiling your hair,     marked you different, from the  the ladies of your neighborhood,                                           surrounding you. How well you did pretend that you have never seen my face before! You have mastered love's cunning, and all the wily tricks to cheat the enemies of our fiery love my Freudian mind perfectly understood. Just imagine the brouhaha we would invite, when we elope, in the last boat, to Alappuzha, stealthily at midnight.*
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May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 1:33 PM UTC
A love song for my Cochin* girl
1 Backwater nymph, queen of serpentine black tresses flaunting its coconut oil gleam; envy of  leggy girls from the Western ghat mountains, and lissome  maidens from the plains, who can never eat as much fish, even if they wish. Wearing hibiscus flowers, on coiffure like hood of a king cobra, your coral lips  silently speak of hot peppery kisses, waiting for me at shaded corners. Your sultry body in me arouses desires, that could only be whispered in your ears. 2 On a coconut lagoon when we met, for the first time and spoke, non stop, as if we knew each other life long, I heard music in your words. Oh! in the tongue you spoke, I heard the cadence of a nightingale ecstatic, on its wings above the clouds, love had prompted us to fly above the storms. Your  gleaming coal black eyes, like silver hooks, tug at my heart strings, that makes music, only I can hear, you are a free flying lark, above Kerala's lush coconut coast, that extends from sea shore to the mountains. 3 **When we relished steaming brown rice, mixed with clarified butter, with spicy tuna curry, tasting so dainty, cooked in bubbling sweet coconut milk, my eyes like two crazy butterflies circled your face, a blossomed Champak*. Mashed cassava and roasted squid, melted on our tongues, in a perfect culinary language any one would understand without effort. 4 Your lips had cinnamon scent, spice land's boons, when we kissed we touched heaven of scents and spicy tastes. When our eyes fell on each other, near the ancient synagogue, the hay days of which is over, a long jasmine garland coiling your hair,     marked you different, from the  the ladies of your neighborhood,                                           surrounding you. How well you did pretend that you have never seen my face before! You have mastered love's cunning, and all the wily tricks to cheat the enemies of our fiery love my Freudian mind perfectly understood. Just imagine the brouhaha we would invite, when we elope, in the last boat, to Alappuzha, stealthily at midnight.*
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# Each body part sizzled in pure pleasure in the blissed wake of your oral efforts brought forth the waves of rapturous delight...                                        Spurs poetic inspiration                                         in equal liberation                                         of desires to please.                                         Bodies transpose                                         in fluid motion                                         as brazen eyes meet.         Savor the voluptuous image before you.         Indulge your eyes in my carnal halo         before they roll to the back of your head. On all fours knees between your thighs tips of swollen breast caress your chest tasting fresh honey upon lips in a kiss.                                         Ripples of ardor                                          hover                                          by wet trails                                          of sensual kisses                                          suckling towards                                          the apex. Breathe in the slow motion pace that pulsates eagerness to the fore tumescing bulge leaking with anticipation of viscous lava.         Tickles of silken hair         against flesh edges closer. Emerging subtle grumbles in deep resonance betray your impatience . Hands tightly twine in tangled hair to maneuver the treasure hunt.                                          Licked lips pause                                          at the sight of fire                                          burning in                                          glazed gazes                                          before engulfing                                          the throbbing member. Plump ruby lips greet velvety texture in a slow deep dive. Tongue curls around the flavor in a dulcet embrace.                                          Moans release                                          as grip tightens                                          in my hair                                          settles the                                          rhythmic pace                                          to taste in an                                          oscillating dance.         The masculine aroma of heady musk         lingering there, arouses my appetite. With my enthusiasm attuned to your preferred rhythm suckling, slurping surface and dive in measured unison.                                           Break of breath                                           allows tongue                                           freedom to roam below,                                           licking, soft kissing                                           the tender hammock                                           of testicles.         Tongue and lips escalate higher         to mount another assaulting dive         deeper in the depths         of the cusp in cavity. Wetted fingers probe even lower circling superficially as gasp escapes your heavy breath; flaming eyes lock.                                           Finger dips in                                           with expert finesse                                           gorging hardened growth                                           within a wrapped hand. Thighs tighten with rocking grip. Head thrusts onward, drilling forward in each dive.         Salvia slips         fingers grip         lips dip Engorged swell, flesh tightens in an intensity of volcanic eruption ...         HALTS         assault Pace retracts. Loosened lips kiss tip. *“Soon sweetheart, your time will *** inside me as we surrender to synergy."* #
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Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 7:51 AM UTC
love...................................lust (act II)
# Each body part sizzled in pure pleasure in the blissed wake of your oral efforts brought forth the waves of rapturous delight...                                        Spurs poetic inspiration                                         in equal liberation                                         of desires to please.                                         Bodies transpose                                         in fluid motion                                         as brazen eyes meet.         Savor the voluptuous image before you.         Indulge your eyes in my carnal halo         before they roll to the back of your head. On all fours knees between your thighs tips of swollen breast caress your chest tasting fresh honey upon lips in a kiss.                                         Ripples of ardor                                          hover                                          by wet trails                                          of sensual kisses                                          suckling towards                                          the apex. Breathe in the slow motion pace that pulsates eagerness to the fore tumescing bulge leaking with anticipation of viscous lava.         Tickles of silken hair         against flesh edges closer. Emerging subtle grumbles in deep resonance betray your impatience . Hands tightly twine in tangled hair to maneuver the treasure hunt.                                          Licked lips pause                                          at the sight of fire                                          burning in                                          glazed gazes                                          before engulfing                                          the throbbing member. Plump ruby lips greet velvety texture in a slow deep dive. Tongue curls around the flavor in a dulcet embrace.                                          Moans release                                          as grip tightens                                          in my hair                                          settles the                                          rhythmic pace                                          to taste in an                                          oscillating dance.         The masculine aroma of heady musk         lingering there, arouses my appetite. With my enthusiasm attuned to your preferred rhythm suckling, slurping surface and dive in measured unison.                                           Break of breath                                           allows tongue                                           freedom to roam below,                                           licking, soft kissing                                           the tender hammock                                           of testicles.         Tongue and lips escalate higher         to mount another assaulting dive         deeper in the depths         of the cusp in cavity. Wetted fingers probe even lower circling superficially as gasp escapes your heavy breath; flaming eyes lock.                                           Finger dips in                                           with expert finesse                                           gorging hardened growth                                           within a wrapped hand. Thighs tighten with rocking grip. Head thrusts onward, drilling forward in each dive.         Salvia slips         fingers grip         lips dip Engorged swell, flesh tightens in an intensity of volcanic eruption ...         HALTS         assault Pace retracts. Loosened lips kiss tip. *“Soon sweetheart, your time will *** inside me as we surrender to synergy."* #
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The rope that you’re using to hold me I crave as my very own, for I am your woman desiring and submissive is now what I am. Your whip might hold such terror for one who knows not of pain, for me it’s an object of wanting that drives me to seek it again. The gag that holds me in silence so my protests cannot be heard, arouses me more than I tell you as screams are held deep inside. So much of me needs all this from you making me want in this way, I cannot find it with others only you can control how I play. The torture you give is sublime now such suffering drives me insane, my mind goes deep into meltdown and beyond anything I can explain. The force of your lash overwhelms me with agony driving so deep, yet I must take all that you give me as you dry the wet tears when I weep. ‘Tis then that you hold me so softly with arms around me so tight, to know that I am your slavegirl and suffering for you is so right. ******* From the Francesca Anderssen collection of 101 **** Verses 2017
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Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 1:24 PM UTC
Held
Upward-curled, gleam of white But as yet, something missing “I swear, I’m quite alright!” My wonder turns to stressing. Is she really quite alright? No-one wears their shoes, Socks upon the carpet Browning fog turning loose, But purple mist diffuses. Is she really quite alright? My wonder turns to worried health, I turn my focus to myself, I pull a beer down from the shelf, Indulging still our failing health, She smiles, as if to say that she’s alright. Trading sweat between our hands, A greeting shared from man to man We speak ambition, WE ARE PROUD Our cigarettes, they make no sound. They know that it will soon be their turn. To be or not… I have forgot. Our wasteland, wasted, seems alright It skips my mind I’m all I’ve got I’ve never put up much a fight I hope I’ll quickly be all right. But there are NO PROMISES And no safe-houses. smoke arouses surety, But holds the door for vanity. But as for me, I highly doubt she's feeling free. Charging, useless, up the hill, The last endeavor of it's kind, Cry peace, peace, but peace is killed, Fulfill the end of southern mind. There is no way that she's okay. As men in grey Lay on the ground Bleeding with untempered sound I cast my eyes about the house I find her broken, fading lips Pressed limp against assailant’s kiss Those pearls that were Her sentient eyes, They cast upon me smiling sighs She clings the arm of shifty eyes And leaves the party, new inside. And now I know she’s not alright. But then again, nor am I.
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 7:20 PM UTC
Requiem For Female Dignity
Upward-curled, gleam of white But as yet, something missing “I swear, I’m quite alright!” My wonder turns to stressing. Is she really quite alright? No-one wears their shoes, Socks upon the carpet Browning fog turning loose, But purple mist diffuses. Is she really quite alright? My wonder turns to worried health, I turn my focus to myself, I pull a beer down from the shelf, Indulging still our failing health, She smiles, as if to say that she’s alright. Trading sweat between our hands, A greeting shared from man to man We speak ambition, WE ARE PROUD Our cigarettes, they make no sound. They know that it will soon be their turn. To be or not… I have forgot. Our wasteland, wasted, seems alright It skips my mind I’m all I’ve got I’ve never put up much a fight I hope I’ll quickly be all right. But there are NO PROMISES And no safe-houses. smoke arouses surety, But holds the door for vanity. But as for me, I highly doubt she's feeling free. Charging, useless, up the hill, The last endeavor of it's kind, Cry peace, peace, but peace is killed, Fulfill the end of southern mind. There is no way that she's okay. As men in grey Lay on the ground Bleeding with untempered sound I cast my eyes about the house I find her broken, fading lips Pressed limp against assailant’s kiss Those pearls that were Her sentient eyes, They cast upon me smiling sighs She clings the arm of shifty eyes And leaves the party, new inside. And now I know she’s not alright. But then again, nor am I.
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I definitely won’t make any apologies for saying this and if anyone isn't careful she’ll leave them in a ditch. But don't get me wrong, I am not referring to any woman by that name only to the powers of deception that are played within the devil's game.                      When you consider how much trouble she has caused; without a moment’s lapse or of one repentant paused, in human affairs over the years since the advent of man; it’s a wonder that she hasn’t yet been flushed in the pan. In case you might just be wondering what I’m talking about Maya is the female equivalent of Satan who is a **** lout, and who plays around deceiving anyone that ignores the Truth which has been ingrained in our mind and heart since our youth. In fact anything that is Divine, noble, good and of inestimable worth Maya will try to turn it around into a thing seeming of much less birth. She thus plays around with our emotions causing one to doubt and fear where the reality of a situation would be to have faith and some cheer. Her main battle is waged within a vulnerable human heart and mind especially when an individual is undergoing difficulties of any kind. She is also the one who arouses anger, jealousy, lust, greed and pride, being full of all those traits herself and more she projects them outside. We must try and be aware of the extent of her subtle delusion and escape any entanglement in the net of her worldly illusion; that so many people are now caught up in without their real knowing not realising that Love and Truth are the things most worth showing. ______________________________
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Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 2:18 AM UTC
Maya Is A *****
I definitely won’t make any apologies for saying this and if anyone isn't careful she’ll leave them in a ditch. But don't get me wrong, I am not referring to any woman by that name only to the powers of deception that are played within the devil's game.                      When you consider how much trouble she has caused; without a moment’s lapse or of one repentant paused, in human affairs over the years since the advent of man; it’s a wonder that she hasn’t yet been flushed in the pan. In case you might just be wondering what I’m talking about Maya is the female equivalent of Satan who is a **** lout, and who plays around deceiving anyone that ignores the Truth which has been ingrained in our mind and heart since our youth. In fact anything that is Divine, noble, good and of inestimable worth Maya will try to turn it around into a thing seeming of much less birth. She thus plays around with our emotions causing one to doubt and fear where the reality of a situation would be to have faith and some cheer. Her main battle is waged within a vulnerable human heart and mind especially when an individual is undergoing difficulties of any kind. She is also the one who arouses anger, jealousy, lust, greed and pride, being full of all those traits herself and more she projects them outside. We must try and be aware of the extent of her subtle delusion and escape any entanglement in the net of her worldly illusion; that so many people are now caught up in without their real knowing not realising that Love and Truth are the things most worth showing. ______________________________
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It's deep night, damp and sticky with the residue of southern heat which refuses to totally dissipate this far into the night. The night is thick with the voices of insects and sleepers sweating atop their sheets, committing sins in their vivid imaginings. Dreaming, I'm standing by the wide river wishing I could fly with the breeze through the trees, the soft, warm, cradling breeze that comes up from the Mississippi River. It stirs the boughs of cypress and oak trees and arouses a wind chime's music somewhere down the dimly-lit street, while scattering a newspaper like huge leaves; a wind that smells of magnolia and dogwood blossoms and river mud. A full moon casts long shadows which melt into even darker, yet benign shadows. The night has compiled its secrets, mysteries, transgressions; surely that is the charm of night - it frees the mind to settle not on what seemed important during the day, but on the longings kept locked away, hidden from the disclosing light, struggling to break free and take wing with this night wind. --
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Sep 14, 2011
Sep 14, 2011 at 1:34 PM UTC
Magnolia and Dogwood
Your innocent look melts my heart... Your sensual kiss awakens my senses... Your demanding caress taunts me into temptation... Your teasing touch feeds the fire you have lit... Your hungry embrace arouses me through and through... Your passionate love making satisfies my every desire... 2008 COPYRIGHT; Sabrina Denise Healey, ~Angelmom~
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Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 9:27 PM UTC
Deep Fulfillment~
I see Beauty in a ********** Whose feelings you cannot convolute. I see a Businesswoman in a ********** A **** with brains, destitute she made a business plan. At least she did business studies and accounting at school, sells her body to earn, A living. I see a princess in a ********** because no man can resist her. You know when she starts curling her hair Even Pastors ********** then we bring the Saints Holiness into debate. Have you ever seen a ********** aspirate "I want you" ? **** Her voice alone gives ****** healing, Arouses ****** feelings, Pumps vessels, frightened by the spark in her eyes, hormone adrenalin give your heart rate a fast accelerating beatings. I see charisma in a ********** Married men,leave their wives in bed and creep to the streets corner just to cuddle with prostitutes, it was I who said, there's beauty in a ********** I see Beauty in a ********** I've seen Loyalty in a ********** Yes I did. How? What do I mean? Because she ***** all men in the same manner and charge them all the identical amount. That is Loyalty man. I said, I see Beauty in a ********** and I wasn't lying. There is Beauty in a ********** The Beauty that makes Preachers at church retire, The Beauty that make married men divorce, The Beauty that makes Jay Z forget Beyonce, The Beauty that makes Julius Malema forgets his political position The Beauty that makes Jesus Christ want to come back, to save his descendants from sin. The Beauty of a ********** Men have seen it.
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Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 8:53 PM UTC
I See Beauty In A **********
I see Beauty in a ********** Whose feelings you cannot convolute. I see a Businesswoman in a ********** A **** with brains, destitute she made a business plan. At least she did business studies and accounting at school, sells her body to earn, A living. I see a princess in a ********** because no man can resist her. You know when she starts curling her hair Even Pastors ********** then we bring the Saints Holiness into debate. Have you ever seen a ********** aspirate "I want you" ? **** Her voice alone gives ****** healing, Arouses ****** feelings, Pumps vessels, frightened by the spark in her eyes, hormone adrenalin give your heart rate a fast accelerating beatings. I see charisma in a ********** Married men,leave their wives in bed and creep to the streets corner just to cuddle with prostitutes, it was I who said, there's beauty in a ********** I see Beauty in a ********** I've seen Loyalty in a ********** Yes I did. How? What do I mean? Because she ***** all men in the same manner and charge them all the identical amount. That is Loyalty man. I said, I see Beauty in a ********** and I wasn't lying. There is Beauty in a ********** The Beauty that makes Preachers at church retire, The Beauty that make married men divorce, The Beauty that makes Jay Z forget Beyonce, The Beauty that makes Julius Malema forgets his political position The Beauty that makes Jesus Christ want to come back, to save his descendants from sin. The Beauty of a ********** Men have seen it.
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Flamingos aren't naturally pink But not for the reason most think They preen and they dye And they leave it to dry Before rinsing it off in the sink The magpies send me into fits The ducks have me losing my wits The crows are a blight And they crow all night But I do enjoy watching the **** Vanessa McRafferty-Fryer Set alight to the **** of her squire She took a few shots Of his privatest spots And then laughed as he ****** out the fire A penguin called Panama Pete Had no love of the snow on his feet So he stayed for a spell At the polar hotel With a pool and Jacuzzi en suite I met a quite curious swan By a lake I was boating upon It tickled my *** And insulted my mum With a flurry of wings, it was gone I know of a Gerald McFitz Who arouses himself when he sits For his favorite chair Is the shape of a pair Of voluptuous wobbly **** and one for that special someone... Your pancreas really is grand Tis a thoroughly marvelous gland You've a cute little spleen Though it's seldom seen And a nose growing out of your hand **
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Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 12:31 PM UTC
Limericks Naughty & Nice
Your gentle smile Makes me smile Your amazing touch Touches me Your scent Arouses me I desire more
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Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 3:13 AM UTC
Desire
our love making early this morning was slow and exquisite and made me think of moss all green verdancy and softness, gently enveloping moistness always close to water the ultimate source of life simple but enduring green earth velveteen a soft place to fall but then.... it may have just been the feel of your soft scratchy stubble against the tender skin of my inner thigh either way.... thinking on it now arouses me....again. again... again..... moss
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Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 2:05 AM UTC
moss
Warm candle light Back drop of dark night Sweet soft music Arouses senses I can taste the atmosphere Oil I pour To touch is to explore But not just skin on skin Details deep within Are you just like me, getting high on joys of Spring The Suns Ray's, the daffodils gaze The cherry blossoms haze Or are you a little darker Like a warning tribal haka A performance for they eye Deep inside you cry, till tears run dry You no longer know why Is your coffee strong and black Or sickly sweet of bitterness lack A limited edition book Hardback, rigid spine Securing tight the story inside I won't hesitate to turn your page Of autobiographical love and rage I'm not interested in what you show on stage Your brutal truth is what I crave
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Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 9:54 AM UTC
By Candle Light
I don't know why but whenever i look at you... I'm speechless Simply dumbfounded There are so many things i wanna tell you... ...things i've never told no one The way i feel for you..i've never felt that for no one But each and every time i muster up some courage... ...one look at you and that's it I simply forget what i wanted to say to you I start to stammer I get tongue-tied The words simply refuse to flow I must admit though that i can't completely be blamed for this After all you are the most beautiful distraction i've ever seen You are like H2O... No other drink can substitite you I need you Your beautiful long hair Those red-painted lips of yours Those intriguing deep blue eyes That seductive stare that you give me Your sweet voice Your intoxicating fragrance They all are tempting and teasing me to the core Tonight i want to rip my heart out for you Tonight i wanna do ***** things to you I've waited for an eternity I can't wait any longer Tonight i wanna tell you that i'm yours You are the only one who makes me smile You are the only one who makes me blush You are the only one who makes my heart skip a beat You are the only one who arouses my body,soul and mind
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Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 5:57 AM UTC
Unexpressed Feelings
Your stare, so tantalizing, hypnotizing. I'm totally frozen. Your smile, is like drugs, so addictive, contagious. Your touch, so gentle, it lift up my spirit, it arouses me. Your kiss, so passionate, extremely scented, and I love it.
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Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 11:28 AM UTC
Your stare, your smile, your touch and your kiss
I want you… I want you instinctually and primitively. Spiritually and physically. I want to give you portions of me that I’ve never shown anybody; that will become distinctively yours - recognizable only to you and you alone. I want to submerge you in a realm of ******** gentleness that perpetuates an aggressive kindness, that stimulates, and soothes every aching, yearning, desire that flows through your body. Continuously… I’m telling you what you already knew, that I will always be there for you, and you will never again feel alone or abandoned. I  want to give you complete and total satisfaction. I want you and every little idiosyncrasy that makes you unique, that others have critiqued, because they didn’t understand. I want to show you that I can… I want to dwell in the depths of your being. I want to unravel your complexity. I want to give you vibrations in the form of a currant that arouses sensationally, at a frequency that makes you hum melodies of ecstasy uncontrollably as you call out for me. I want to initiate an explosion of soft convulsions from the warmth of my mouth penetrating every inch of your body rhythmically. I want the waters from the spring of your masculinity to drown me, and then I want you to save me. I want to embrace you each night and wrap you in between soft warm thighs, and welcoming arms under moonlight, until your torso is wet, drenched with sweat, until each kiss drips from the tip of your lips, and I caress your back with my fingertips. I want to make love to you the way an angel would if she could. I want to show you heaven and ethereal visions without limita-tions or specifications.   I want to give you happiness and pleasure unparallel, unlike any-thing either of us has ever felt, seen, or could create in our dreams. I want to protect you from harm beneath my wings. I want you to believe in me… I want you to come into my life.
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Sep 1, 2010
Sep 1, 2010 at 7:21 PM UTC
Come Into My Life
I want you… I want you instinctually and primitively. Spiritually and physically. I want to give you portions of me that I’ve never shown anybody; that will become distinctively yours - recognizable only to you and you alone. I want to submerge you in a realm of ******** gentleness that perpetuates an aggressive kindness, that stimulates, and soothes every aching, yearning, desire that flows through your body. Continuously… I’m telling you what you already knew, that I will always be there for you, and you will never again feel alone or abandoned. I  want to give you complete and total satisfaction. I want you and every little idiosyncrasy that makes you unique, that others have critiqued, because they didn’t understand. I want to show you that I can… I want to dwell in the depths of your being. I want to unravel your complexity. I want to give you vibrations in the form of a currant that arouses sensationally, at a frequency that makes you hum melodies of ecstasy uncontrollably as you call out for me. I want to initiate an explosion of soft convulsions from the warmth of my mouth penetrating every inch of your body rhythmically. I want the waters from the spring of your masculinity to drown me, and then I want you to save me. I want to embrace you each night and wrap you in between soft warm thighs, and welcoming arms under moonlight, until your torso is wet, drenched with sweat, until each kiss drips from the tip of your lips, and I caress your back with my fingertips. I want to make love to you the way an angel would if she could. I want to show you heaven and ethereal visions without limita-tions or specifications.   I want to give you happiness and pleasure unparallel, unlike any-thing either of us has ever felt, seen, or could create in our dreams. I want to protect you from harm beneath my wings. I want you to believe in me… I want you to come into my life.
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*The sky is falling                        with the New Moon’s rising tide                        Amorous emotions are flailing                        with rhapsody’s flooding desires A fleshy sigh exhaled the hot breath of carnal tensions; the heat of a lightheaded fever, arouses flushing skin, igniting a yearning to savor the bouquet of love’s sensual coquettish dreams                        Inraptured teases and tantalizes                        anticipation’s lucid sensations                        So close and yet so far away ,                        as if a moonstruck hypnotic delight                        were at the tip of fingers touch ,                        from arm’s length away Savoring the input from all the heightened senses Overwhelmed by a feeling like being wrapped in a dream , choosing not to listen to sanities' useless reality                        Willingly surrendering to the dream - - -                        to the verve of blissful mercy                        Only while waking up,                        embracing the thoughts                        of passionate release,                        do I feel the poignant pang                        of my heart's song longing to fade into you …                         "dance me to the end of love"* wilder
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Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 9:21 PM UTC
Waiting to Awaken In a Dream ...(sensual)
*The sky is falling                        with the New Moon’s rising tide                        Amorous emotions are flailing                        with rhapsody’s flooding desires A fleshy sigh exhaled the hot breath of carnal tensions; the heat of a lightheaded fever, arouses flushing skin, igniting a yearning to savor the bouquet of love’s sensual coquettish dreams                        Inraptured teases and tantalizes                        anticipation’s lucid sensations                        So close and yet so far away ,                        as if a moonstruck hypnotic delight                        were at the tip of fingers touch ,                        from arm’s length away Savoring the input from all the heightened senses Overwhelmed by a feeling like being wrapped in a dream , choosing not to listen to sanities' useless reality                        Willingly surrendering to the dream - - -                        to the verve of blissful mercy                        Only while waking up,                        embracing the thoughts                        of passionate release,                        do I feel the poignant pang                        of my heart's song longing to fade into you …                         "dance me to the end of love"* wilder
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Macabre things make me smile Too much for me to be sane. Death arouses my inner child Escaping me from the mundane. Life is bitter while death is sweet As the shadows haunt me Down these now empty streets. But in death I am one With the night, Dark as pitch and black tones, Blue and violet bruises Burning bright on my soul. There were many times when even I Felt the hum drum judgement of god Thundering upon me through pale light, You would have thought I'd been robbed... In any case, if I should ever yell out in a rage Or cry profusely over all the pain, Bend down to my ear and Remind me there are better days.
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Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 5:38 AM UTC
Remind me there are better days
Sharp shrieks piercing night, terror or pain, a mother’s worst fear. Old husband bumbling, fumbling, but a mother is vigilant. Rush forth, answer quick. There is no time when they cry. What is it, what is it? Monster, human, or worse? Child’s chiding tone calms the heart, but arouses it another way. Why so difficult, so stubborn? Unruly and cruel, but so beloved. Door ****** open, lights flicked on. There it is, sight not believed. Glint of metal, shocked face. A mother’s worst dream not understood. Explanations falling out, knife hidden. Less a plea and more an excuse. “I wasn’t going to, it’s just a joke.” Why such japes all the time? The other cowers, child of womb, cries and crawls back, still so shaken. “It’s fine, Mom. Really,” That’s what he says. Can’t stop, won’t stop. A mother’s fury. Simply unacceptable, so unthinkable. “How could you, why would you?” Scolding stings mothers more. Knife is relinquished, hesitating, unwilling. More excuses, more assurances and from both. A sibling’s honor goes before all, even one’s comfort, even one’s life. Father arrives, so late, still grumbling. Too late for this sort of thing. Oh, what is even going on. Shut up by realization. Oh God how? Talk on the knee while father comforts son. Scolding, molding, pleas and questions. But still there’s a hug, and kiss, and tears so many. A mother’s love so resolute. Always. Always.
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Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 11:41 AM UTC
A Mother's Love
Lust Lust is the behaviour of pent up desire to ravish a person that arouses, connects moves you. Lust is the look and wicked trick you keep to yourself and fantasy, imagine, want, more. Craving hungry to give into your Lust can push you to fall of the wagon! It’s hurts sometimes it’s part of the plan. ***** ****** manages the Lust that over comes you and you explore, exhale feel the rush. ****** passion of Lust is part of us all, is devilish, delightful as longs as it’s good, to play to indulge in your private sin. Lust
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May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 7:03 AM UTC
Lust
Sometimes we crush a bug in self-defense. Other times we crush bugs in annoyance. However, there are times when we go out of the way to step upon a lesser life form. Such ********** arouses a sadistic pleasure we cannot savor or even admit in civilized society. –Ron Gavalik
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Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 8:56 PM UTC
Quiet Satisfaction
The diminutive seedling, It putters whilst growing Becoming a robust bark but with decaying leaves Life then begins to sprout and weaves We are the seedling, planted in this very soil we stand We were the sprout of yesterday But in time shall be tomorrow’s shade We must be mature but not staid We then putter over the early years Ignorance and dreams then arouses We then become filled with ambitions and fears Our bodies are then trained In conditions with heavy winds and rain Like the bark, resilient and vigorous Autumn then comes Leaves begin to fall and wither Like our worries are untethered Yet of all, we must not truncate our branches We must embellish them instead We must be strong like the Hemlock! Winter then follows both the sky and land Becomes tedious and bland   Problems then arises but shrouded in the mist Hazy, vague only to catch a glimpse But warm tears can melt through The cold and burdened shoulder, The storm settles and clouds become mild The vernal breeze then calms our mind As we continue to grow, We find ourselves dazed and entwined Nonetheless we cannot putter for we are a Hemlock! We stand tall, and keep our roots intact Summer comes forth, with warmth and life Radiance into the leaves, Free birds that chirp with ease Our leaves which are crammed with wisdom Our cones that tells our story Our barks that had endured the calamity Our roots that stayed firm regardless the intensity We had all the fun, laughs and sorrow We were sprouts but it is our time to sow We are the young and into the hemlock we shall grow!
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Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 1:04 AM UTC
Puttering Hemlock
The diminutive seedling, It putters whilst growing Becoming a robust bark but with decaying leaves Life then begins to sprout and weaves We are the seedling, planted in this very soil we stand We were the sprout of yesterday But in time shall be tomorrow’s shade We must be mature but not staid We then putter over the early years Ignorance and dreams then arouses We then become filled with ambitions and fears Our bodies are then trained In conditions with heavy winds and rain Like the bark, resilient and vigorous Autumn then comes Leaves begin to fall and wither Like our worries are untethered Yet of all, we must not truncate our branches We must embellish them instead We must be strong like the Hemlock! Winter then follows both the sky and land Becomes tedious and bland   Problems then arises but shrouded in the mist Hazy, vague only to catch a glimpse But warm tears can melt through The cold and burdened shoulder, The storm settles and clouds become mild The vernal breeze then calms our mind As we continue to grow, We find ourselves dazed and entwined Nonetheless we cannot putter for we are a Hemlock! We stand tall, and keep our roots intact Summer comes forth, with warmth and life Radiance into the leaves, Free birds that chirp with ease Our leaves which are crammed with wisdom Our cones that tells our story Our barks that had endured the calamity Our roots that stayed firm regardless the intensity We had all the fun, laughs and sorrow We were sprouts but it is our time to sow We are the young and into the hemlock we shall grow!
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Her supple and shapely silhouette rests submissively as the luster upon the soft satin sheets arouses sensual images of salaciousness beneath the sheen surface My empty yet enduring eyes slowly engage the darkness eager to embark upon the elusive lines energizing the elation as a sojourning moon entices her to endear Her excelling exuberance... exploited on exhalation exposing her explicitly; exemplifying the excerpt of an exonerated experience as the moonlight expires
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Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 2:33 AM UTC
Persuasions of a Sojourning Moon
there is something in me that feels immortal when I think on you my heart leaps in longing of what might be you want to heal with me to be my warrior in times of need I am your princess "baby, everything you do is adorable" you said mommy kicked you out when you needed her daddy ****** your step-sister siblings who were scared by you clouds of dust billowed up as we hit rock bottom together my crazy arouses you you're the one who understands it scares me I only want you I have this infatuation for guys who can't touch me like I believe they can't touch me yet they ****** my heart up as money found on the road
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Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 4:05 PM UTC
Mirrors Reflect Opposites: B
the question remains a question A paradox, an enigma. Despair embodied with human curves That arouses my deepest and most concealed fears Like the heightened sensualities of a pilgrim Or the hunger of a pagan god. Once again, where is Mecca? or Jerusalem? Perhaps Eden is in a box? Or within the ****** of a battered woman How about Atlantis? Is it like me? Between 4 walls? After all, we are left to confess and write Our darkest secrets, our most inhumane crimes in a wall In blood or in phlegm, or perhaps ***** Is just a matter of preferences. Sartre is on the phone, Looking for someone who’s never home Whether he knows or not we’ll never know But my finger touches his dance partner. Dance away like numbers Minus the precision or the count Learning tango simply costs too much and like Sartre, I'm poor, or maybe less So he went on dancing like that, With no measure nor count Free like a ******* like me Nervous yet spontaneous. Another silence, But unlike before it’s even more silent Making it even more unspeakable, undesirable And now it demands the impossible; To be called by its name, by its urgency! But the words, those little empty words Withers away like leaves or skin kissed by fire So we are left away with no device To break the silence or to speak out its name The trigger, the unmoving dance partner Went down to its cold alloyed knees; Proposing marriage with my finger She knows the answer, A way to speak the unspeakable name Loud and clear, with a bang That everyone will surely hear. Or do we already know that?
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Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 5:18 PM UTC
a sartrean question, or a pseudo-existential crisis
the question remains a question A paradox, an enigma. Despair embodied with human curves That arouses my deepest and most concealed fears Like the heightened sensualities of a pilgrim Or the hunger of a pagan god. Once again, where is Mecca? or Jerusalem? Perhaps Eden is in a box? Or within the ****** of a battered woman How about Atlantis? Is it like me? Between 4 walls? After all, we are left to confess and write Our darkest secrets, our most inhumane crimes in a wall In blood or in phlegm, or perhaps ***** Is just a matter of preferences. Sartre is on the phone, Looking for someone who’s never home Whether he knows or not we’ll never know But my finger touches his dance partner. Dance away like numbers Minus the precision or the count Learning tango simply costs too much and like Sartre, I'm poor, or maybe less So he went on dancing like that, With no measure nor count Free like a ******* like me Nervous yet spontaneous. Another silence, But unlike before it’s even more silent Making it even more unspeakable, undesirable And now it demands the impossible; To be called by its name, by its urgency! But the words, those little empty words Withers away like leaves or skin kissed by fire So we are left away with no device To break the silence or to speak out its name The trigger, the unmoving dance partner Went down to its cold alloyed knees; Proposing marriage with my finger She knows the answer, A way to speak the unspeakable name Loud and clear, with a bang That everyone will surely hear. Or do we already know that?
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