"carressing" poems
walk away from your computer lay down and make a call
i want you to travel deep into my voice i wont touch you at all
with ya own hand i want you to carress ya face slowly go down to ya breast
rub them squeeze them lick the tip of ya finger and moisten ya ****** yes
glide ya fingers across ya thighs listen to my voice as i take you on this ride
lights off door locked im not in arms reach
but if you close ya eyes my face you will see
i want you in a deep trance
as you explore with your hands
"where i wanna be"
right next to you in the dark, naked between ya sheets
kissing and carressing every inch of your body i want to taste
i go inch by inch i promise to not let a drop go to waste
"wait baby dont let go of the phone"
i know it feels real and right but in reality it is wrong
continue, take that finger you use oh so much and let it play
rub ya **** left to right up and down every which a way
now go inside hit that spot to the left , im ya director baby
switch to the right go deeper in you didnt know ya fingers felt this amazing
you are wet, soaked and yet and still you listen to my voice
begging me to direct you a little bit more
so i explain how my warms lips are ready to explore
my wet tongue adds to the juices you already have flowing
i am eating you slow genuinely feasting on your soup of lust
circular motions on ya **** i know you never felt this and thats y you were about to bust
your fingers have found there way back inside of you for a new journey
now ya body is getting hot, **** ***** amd this nut you want it
chris is going to give it to you
back to being the director i put you in school
my voice guides you to a unforgettable moment
go a lil faster baby on that thing wet ya fingers a lil more
i know you already wet so let ya fingers slide ya ****** to the front door
loose yaself this last time
im ******* ya **** and you are loosing ya mind
ya body gets a chill from ya head to ya toes
you scream chris and i already know
on the phone i read you this *** poetry
now dont instantly stop i say carress it to ease
still i can hear you breathing heavily
you stretch, yawn and say i pushed you to the max
because you never had poetic phone ***
Oct 21, 2011
Oct 21, 2011 at 10:39 PM UTC
What's the use of my hand,
if your skin is not under its touch?
What good is my skin,
if yours is not under its heat?
What's the use of my lips,
if yours are not locked with it?
What's the use of my eyes,
if yours are not looking at them?
What's the use of my body heat,
if it's not overlapping with yours?
What good is my body,
if yours is not over it every hour?
What's the use of your body,
if mine is not on top of it?
If it's not me you're sharing the heat with?
If I am not carressing it?
If I am not the one beside it?
What good is it,
if you never really knew what good is?
Jan 22, 2024
Jan 22, 2024 at 11:30 AM UTC
The barbaric queen, her abilities stiffened
His presence strickened by her directed speech
Could it be her brick fence weakend
Love had made it's way into the leaks
Thoughts become lies, diminishing her kingdom
****** passion, a caused lusting
Touching her breast
Carressing her hips
Legs shake, she is a disgrace
The guards ushering him from her towering mattress
Empathy made her a mockery
A hatchet to the soul, he is nonexistent and undesirable
Her long webbed veil, disguises her weeping
Her eyes blackened, she is a demon bleeding
Halo misplaced, in dismay
She is a woman rigid and prevailing
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 4:01 PM UTC
Hands all over me
Softly carressing all of me
Sensations I didn’t know I could feel
Is any of this
Even real?
You lifted me up and laid me down
Skin to skin
Lips to lips
I felt your hands
Move down my hips
Your eyes so bright and blue
Bringing up these feelings
So strange and new
One night full of bliss
Who knew
I would have to pay like this
A **** Boy
That’s all that you are
I see that now
Just a shooting star
One minute
You bring me hope and light
But you’re always gone
Before the end of the night
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 12:35 PM UTC
A curtain held by one nail
Faded blush pink, tilted
Ratted hair into knotted beauty
Eyeliner set as feathers
***** crusted stage, crackling with every step
Audience of the haunted, ghostly clapping
Amused by the audacity
She twirls
Egotistical, making her toes blister
She closes her eyes, her thighs tingling
Meat hanging on a bone barely
Hells lounge
What a crowd
The devil sharpens his hair
Perfect horns of despair
He smokes his cigar
"Keep going my queen
Famous was the only request
You never said where"
Satan's personal entertainer
He kisses her forehead,
carressing her mangled body
He loves her the best a man can,
when being the king of hell
A ferocious request, "bow everybody"
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 7:01 PM UTC
Hate it when he's high
It's something that's missing from his life that cannot be replaced
I wanted him to get high off me
High off the movements of my body
High off the carressing words I speak
What do he need to know that I am his?
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC
The moon hangs, like the main decoration on a very eerie christmas tree, gloomily in the night sky.
Its gentle glow illuminates the world which is otherwise consumed in darkness.
The giant orb, plump like a ripe fruit-
yet glazed over with a chilling moss, inches higher and higher through the starry Milkyway.
When the clock strikes twelve it reaches summit and stops - as if basking in its own awe.
Gently, ever gently the music of the moon wafts through its carressing waves of moonshine - which hug the world below...and in the light of the full moon the fairies seem to dance and glow.
Their tunes and merriment are in celebration of the magic of dreams and fantasy in the air;
But suddenly it's not there anymore, and terror strikes the fairyfolk as they are abandoned in pitch black -
The moon has disappeared.
A candiflossed cloud eclipses the globe and steals the magic from the world.
But soon the moon is free from its disguise and the merriment continues.
Late into the night, when the goddess has long since begun her decent, like a silver'd over balloon, deflating - ever so slowly.
The fairies go back to their flowers and trees, go back to sleep and the world begins to lose its magic again...the soft symphony starts to die, in a slow pianissimo.
And just as she disapears, and sinks into the horizon, just as the dawn approaches, the world is engulfed in a deafening silence - in anticipation.
And as if the interval had gone on for hours, the sky bursts out into a carcophany of trumpets, and orchestra;
a crescendo jubilation as Apollo then edges into existence.
He brings a new kind of magic;
The magic of life.
All this I see, all this I hear when I play my sonata.
I feel the softness of the moon.
I feel the magic as I dance across the keys.
I see the world in a different light, through the music notes sketched into my mind.
And then as the night dies, I experience the rebirth of a new day, through the rise and fall of my melody -
All in the span of just a few minutes and then its gone, all gone -
And I am left starring, alone at the blank pages.
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 9:25 AM UTC
As the thick mist inside subsides, he looks around
Finally regained a form of sense
Still bound
Hanging on with a crumbled defence
Tilting his head towards the heavens, he proclaims his disdain.
Wretched beings, break your silence
Acknowledge this pain
Stripped of all humanity, he stands in defiance
Carefully carressing his grief and sorrow
The end is where he wishes to begin
Deleted any perspective for tomorrow
Inviting his demons back to reside within
A flood of dark and putrid aura seizes his mind
Now the beings once again feast
As they mould and sculpt to get their prey refined
His petrified heart shall never again be released
Among those who stand on the edge, he now takes root
The crushing presence of the nether, home sweet home
The screams and whispers and everything they constitute
Home is where he’ll always roam
Aug 28, 2025
Aug 28, 2025 at 9:17 AM UTC
silence was improvising in my eyes
in this tender fog between one moment
and this moment
and I could see the old love approaching
to invade me
to intoxicate me
with its hypnotic violence
this love like a fossilized wood in their gaze
came to visit me
again
with so many faces
so many whispers
it was as if angels had descended
on the barren land and
with their unthought hands
were tenderly carressing
the old bones unsung
what else could have I done
than
open my eyes and dream
the palimpsest of forgotten dreams
forged in the greatest intensity
of all the fleeting moments
in which
they blinked
(I need to shelter my heart from
the silence of decaying leaves
from the violence of life destroying
itself)
Nov 30, 2022
Nov 30, 2022 at 7:28 AM UTC
even in my youth, i did not dream of evil.
i could not fathom devils or demons
endlessly circling around a fiery pit -
painting their whispery words onto the pages
of other children's fairytales.
before i shut my weary eyes and closed the pages
of yet another gold gilted storybook, i thought to myself,
"i cannot imagine evil" -
not one dragon's white hot flames;
scorching the stone foundation of a dark tower
where a porcelain princess patiently awaits the end of a solitary life -
braiding and unbraiding golden hair until her fingers bleed.
"i cannot imagine evil" -
not one prince's frustration as
soft lips and slender hands are torn from him
and all that is left of his newfound beloved
is a sparkling slipper carressing the castle stairs
while the twelfth boom of a clock still lingers in the evening air.
no, i did not dream of evil in the twilight before sleep.
i dreamt of a delicately aging queen,
sick with worry when her dear stepdaughter did not return
from the twisted woods before the rising of a silvery moon.
i dreamt of her graceful arms outstretched for a gentle embrace
as the huntsman and the raven haired girl enter the glass hall,
hand-in-hand,
a basket of innocent ruby apples
swinging in time between them.
Jan 28, 2012
Jan 28, 2012 at 12:51 PM UTC
Close your eyes
my dear.
Last words whispering
in my ear.
I feel your skin.
Such heavenly sin.
Your hand carressing
my waiste.
Your kisses so sweet.
Don't wake up
in this dream
where we meet.
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 6:39 PM UTC
The scent of honeysuckle rests
lightly on the night breeze,
rendolent memories beguile me.
My grandparents stealing a kiss
on an old white garden seat,
his knotted fingers carressing
her weathered skin
with a tenderness that
takes her breath,
they whisper to each other
like children with a perfect secret
....long life, lived in love.
The breeze allows another,
hint of sweet nectar,
I am surrounded by the sound of bees,
wings vibrato,
greedily harvesting ambrosia,
I stand between eons,
not in fear but awe.
at the simplicity of it all.
One more fragrant breath,
I turn to my man
and whisper,
I promise to you eons.
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 4:43 AM UTC
My bare feet guide me in a spherical dance,
The full moon breeze carressing my naked skin,
The scent of silver dogwood petals overwelming my nostrils.
Drip....
Drip...
Drip....
The patient release of water from each tree's finger-tips,
Quiet, unchanging, an echo in my ears.
My eyes take in the astronomical ocean above,
Each constellation coming to life in my third eye...
"Come dance with me Stars! Come dance and move with me!"
And so the night continues, withhout time...
Only me, the stars, and abundant night.
Apr 13, 2012
Apr 13, 2012 at 9:21 PM UTC
Pass of the hand on the cheek ever so slightly
A hand carressing petals blossomed from a rose
Gentle breath, warm and calloused, trembles the knape
The dessert wind whispering a tune of truth to the back of your mind
Sentual scent that enhance the taste of the good life
The aroma of an outstanding experience that hits the nerves like fire
With only a glance, captivated, by the idol that we behold
Unique splender, almost hypnotize, like a startled deer on the highway
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 8:29 PM UTC
walks on tiptoes; an arachnid of sorts
with ballet legs and great white jaws sinks its
teeth beside the collar of your jacket,
unfastening the buttons to expose
a healthy beat beat beat but the shame creeps
in, carressing a bare torso, looking;
searching for the fat in which to feast.
Nov 2, 2011
Nov 2, 2011 at 4:27 AM UTC
I don't like the way this feels most days.
Can you believe I don't like such complexity?
Why is my affection never simple?
Never just one-sided; instead,
It's a moon with phases, with changes
Too unpredictable to pencil down.
It used to be spring tides or none at all
But I've been getting tamer ones lately.
If it does crash, it does so politely, lightly
Carressing my shore with waves of affection.
Sometimes I forget to worry.
Sometimes I forget how heavy-handed I can be,
How easily I can hurt, despite
The dulling of my edges;
And I do this for some people
My affection wants to keep.
I admit it's not the wisest thing I do.
The shackles hurt a lot more
When you jump too far,
Thinking you can make it.
Still, I wonder if that might be better.
I do not like my anxiety, but
I don't like being absentminded in this either.
I do not like not knowing, not holding
The reins of my affection, my hurricane affliction
I do not like the way this feels most days.
I do not like the thought of hurting you.
I do not like it when this moon is new
but I must say, I do like the way you want this, too.
May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 5:27 AM UTC
Pierced lips carressing lines of Chaucer
Hatred for words, the sound of power
The claim of surrender
Sparks in eyes
Sun at back
Dec 9, 2010
Dec 9, 2010 at 7:34 PM UTC
Finding the boundaries that carry us away
The person we portray and the one we confine
Well mannered ****** deviant out of control
The urge to be perfect, held higher then a world on fire
burying her feet in the pit of the ashes with no meaning
Her skin thickened
A kiss from another comfort
A carressing finger tip
A body erratically pushing
Magnificently disturbed, naked on a decaying blanket
Eating burnt cookies and old tea, she will never leave
A foolish love
A half full comfort
She is destroyed and so is the universe circling her
A head held up and mouth forced shut by the whiskey bottle tape to her neck
Silence as she walks blessed
She is nothing but forgiveness
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 1:41 PM UTC
I went to bed with flowers in my hands and woke up carressing a rifle.
My delusion of self can offer me no help, cause you've been twisting sides.
Making me fall in love with you, you're waging a war of lies.
Cold metal sooths open wounds, I never knew you could be this cruel.
fragments of the mirror stare back at the fragments that remain.
Theres nothing I can see that looks anything like me.
So' I'm wondering where I am and who you are?
and when this ever got this far?
I idolised you and now i despise everything you do.
I can't stop myself asking, am I falling out of love with you?
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 6:10 PM UTC
fingers linger
sounds soft
muffled mute
hands smooth
carressing, groping
touching, reaching
Reach!!! Reach for the hand
Reach for the fingers
Reach for the life!
Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 12:57 PM UTC
Tread softly
Over the tracks of gentle spring
Come and go quickly
Like the breeze before the storm.
Make not a mark upon this world;
Sail through boundless seas
As larks and thrushes do.
Disappear from the flowering trees
With the incidental meet,
An ivory invitation's worth,
Of muffled May showers.
And enter as the wind
Carressing budding leaves - soft -
Cradling anxious clouds,
Cartwheeling up above
Against the paths
Of geese returning home,
Crying with muted colors.
And then the howling hushes -
Tuned at last -
With soft, almost silent, syncopations.
Tread softly, my love,
Over the tracks of gentle spring.
Jun 26, 2010
Jun 26, 2010 at 7:00 PM UTC
When you close your eyes
when you close your eyes, do you dream about me
are these dreams filled with love, and burning ******
do our hands reach for each other, in the darkness of the night
carressing one another, until the early morning light
do we whisper sweet nothings, into each others ear
ignoring the obvious, the things that we both fear
the truth can be quite painful, it will not let us be
in this case the truth, will never set us free
when you close your eyes, do the tears fill your head
lying there motionless, in your lonely bed
because there is no room for me, someone else is in that spot
one more night of crying, your stomach in a knot
your last response was no response, it left me with a chill
the feeling is the end is here, you sent the final bill
when you close your eyes, I feel you no longer dream
covering your head instead, so no one can hear your scream
no I no longer think, that you dream of me
the cold distance is wider now, the space between you and me
that you have made a concious choice, to just let it go
you don't have to say the words, I already know
Aug 30, 2011
Aug 30, 2011 at 10:11 PM UTC
Walking along the stone path
I discover violets, so sweet
Delphiniums as blue as the sky
Forget-Me-Nots carressing my feet.
My blue world, a delight
In here my life is complete
The fragrance floating by
on the wings of a golden butterfly.
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 3:08 AM UTC
On my hardest day
Feeling each hurt
Weighted down
By each struggle
Invaded on every side
Darkness threatening
To envelope me
And suddenly
The dawn breaks
Chasing away
The shadows
Its then, that I feel it
The strength of your hands
Holding me
In all my brokenness
You love me
Back to life
Its your grace
That carries me
Comforts me
Strengthens me
Stilling my mind
Comforting my heart
And carressing my soul.
Kristy Turnage
8-13-13
Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 11:15 AM UTC
(fourteen lines).....
It could be a gentle breeze...it could be a mist
Sometimes, it's a whiff of patchouli
Oftentimes, it comes so strong
Like drops...or splotches of pure lavender oil
On my collar, my sleeves, on my chest, especially
......where it feels so close to my heart<3
At night, it is a moth flying past my cheeks
The softest voice carressing my ears
For, it is light....as whisp'ry cloth
Almost like an invisible touch
A quick, transparent passing of sweet air
That clings to my being,
I wear it upon...and within me
Your scent.....is my second skin...
Sally
Copyright February 3, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 12:34 PM UTC