"besitos" poems - Hello Poetry

Urdhva Hastasana Salida del sol. Her paws are bare Ablaze against the black stone heat of the morning stroll Pausing for the last monsoon, whispering Salut? There would not exist consequence for a dampened nose of pusillanimity Carelessly drawn to the astrophysical realm of celestial bodies Illuminating the chivalry once more. We'll sing chansons Oh cabaret! The circumstance and pomp eliding Lavishly rouged lips from sterling glances Exposed by the slow and sultry raise of copper eyes Premeditated, so that they lift in perfect timing Beneath dark lashes to seem accidentally mesmeric. I still lose amethysts They drop from the back of my ears unexpectedly Their plunge of contact against the water Catches my attention but no more Of a thought should surface except to surface The stones from the depths pooling around my ankles. The rain won't drain and hasn't for months She scratches her hair but the pining never stops. I rub her ears so she'll display such an ardor Revealed in company and solitude simultaneously To be weighed and doubted and accepted and declined Beneath the stony gaze of the eyes of a god Swindling a wrinkle in the shower curtain. Alas what a shame it is Besitos aren't quite fancied here. Ne prennent pas garde aux berceaux, Que la main des femmes balance. Puesta del sol.

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Jul 26, 2013

Jul 26, 2013 at 7:52 PM UTC

faeri-shankar

Urdhva Hastasana

Urdhva Hastasana Salida del sol. Her paws are bare Ablaze against the black stone heat of the morning stroll Pausing for the last monsoon, whispering Salut? There would not exist consequence for a dampened nose of pusillanimity Carelessly drawn to the astrophysical realm of celestial bodies Illuminating the chivalry once more. We'll sing chansons Oh cabaret! The circumstance and pomp eliding Lavishly rouged lips from sterling glances Exposed by the slow and sultry raise of copper eyes Premeditated, so that they lift in perfect timing Beneath dark lashes to seem accidentally mesmeric. I still lose amethysts They drop from the back of my ears unexpectedly Their plunge of contact against the water Catches my attention but no more Of a thought should surface except to surface The stones from the depths pooling around my ankles. The rain won't drain and hasn't for months She scratches her hair but the pining never stops. I rub her ears so she'll display such an ardor Revealed in company and solitude simultaneously To be weighed and doubted and accepted and declined Beneath the stony gaze of the eyes of a god Swindling a wrinkle in the shower curtain. Alas what a shame it is Besitos aren't quite fancied here. Ne prennent pas garde aux berceaux, Que la main des femmes balance. Puesta del sol.

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I remember your eyes The way they’d Sparkle when I passed by The glow of your Ebony warmed my Tired soul Besitos, besitos Da me besitos! Warm my spirit With your lips Besitos, I thought, Could be a start Hands tangled in passing Leading to something Unexpected But besitos in secret Stayed just that Hidden, like your glances That ended when the world Was watching Besitos? No Me gusta mas! Let your eyes Wander They are cold now Because I know That while I remembered, You forget What besitos can be, Tu le olvídate …Tu olvídate de mí

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Feb 1, 2015

Feb 1, 2015 at 1:52 PM UTC

rebeljohnny

Olvídate de Mí

I remember your eyes The way they’d Sparkle when I passed by The glow of your Ebony warmed my Tired soul Besitos, besitos Da me besitos! Warm my spirit With your lips Besitos, I thought, Could be a start Hands tangled in passing Leading to something Unexpected But besitos in secret Stayed just that Hidden, like your glances That ended when the world Was watching Besitos? No Me gusta mas! Let your eyes Wander They are cold now Because I know That while I remembered, You forget What besitos can be, Tu le olvídate …Tu olvídate de mí

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My whole mood is pink lemonade One minute, melancholy, next got me swayed into sweet besitos, my love sugar-free I'll dilute this taste with cold iced tea

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Jul 19, 2019

Jul 19, 2019 at 7:46 AM UTC

Dovey

Sugar-Free

My whole mood is pink lemonade One minute, melancholy, next got me swayed into sweet besitos, my love sugar-free I'll dilute this taste with cold iced tea

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