"climaxing" poems
so deep i'm touching you spine
the feeling blowing your mind
our stars aligned,
now you climaxing
over this mountain we climb
your body a shrine,
so close its feeling like mine
the way that you grind,
so divine and its only getting better with time
getting harder as I listen to your breathing
moaning louder as I move it with you, your body I'm kneading
my body's been feening this whole evening
you are what I've been needing.
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 6:38 PM UTC
Flora and Fauna, the sisters of Season
Of Spring and of Summer
Allow now our drummer
To drum out the beat
For the feet of the sisters
To glide and to creep
Like the encroaching sleep
Which may perch on your shoulder if we cannot keep you awake
And on the edge of your seat, sir.
Now the former, sweet Flora, will finger the flute
While the other continues to glide and to slide
Like a sequined Venetian harlequin bride;
And now Fauna will mimic the movements of bird and of beast
As she graces the work of our landscape artiste
And all is completely unfeasible
Completely lacks reason
We guarantee.
Presently
In the eye of the beholder
Sweet Flora seemingly draws from the aether a lyre
And with flourishing fingers she plucks from the heavens
A song of the seasons, a pagan ode to Pan!
Behold! No aid of hoops, no strings
The vestal-virgin-harlot sisters sing
Of beautiful Persephone
And with unseen damselfly wings
Ascend from mediocrity
All melody forgotten
All the drums create cacophony
And you will find serenity in chaotic monotony
Now let this climaxing crescendo banish all your sorrowing!
No more that light; no more that sacred realm
Life’s door was dappled gloam; now all is black.
A man of wax with saintly, hollow eyes
Devoid of sin, devoid of love and light
That golden room is lost – you can’t turn back.
Now love has lost its lustre - lust lost joy
And coy eyes turn to watch the empty man
Struck by eternal beauty, and condemned
To haunt the broken world of mortal men;
And shrilling wind caresses empty hand.
Jul 2, 2012
Jul 2, 2012 at 12:01 PM UTC
*Electric Dreams Of My Radioactive Ex,
Bio-Digital Jazz Tap Dancing Us Into ***
Lucid Infatuations Infused In Whiskey,
Cupid Fairytales Conceiving Frisky,
A Perpetual Beauty Smoldered In Ecstatic Bliss,
Sublime Sins Between Her Rosy Lips With Velvet Kiss,
Romantic Burns Galvanized In Her ****** Desires,
Seductive Stardust Enchanting My Feisty Fires,
Encoded Serenity In Her Decoded Virginity,
Recoding Obscenities Of Her Fragrant Sexuality,
Hazel Echoes Raining Intimate Bouquets,
Rekindling, Her Drug That Fondles In Her Moaning Glaze,
Enraptured Catalysts Animating In Her Cuddles,
Euphoric Elations Climaxing Into Her Satin Snuggles.
- 02:17AM -*
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 5:00 PM UTC
Above the wind plains roaring white
With lightning crack's climaxing light
In the prepubescent gloom
Of fear, excitement, unrealized doom
The moon appears in cloudy skies
With blissful sighs as knowledge dies
****** grasses ripped from home
As breeze embraces seed and blows
To new beginnings and new ends
Where e'er the Fates may deign to send
A rose's bud seeps from below
Mixed with sticking undertones
When innocence concedes the stage
To reside in maturation's cage
And foolish fancy takes to flight
The sun forever fades to night
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 2:13 PM UTC
One Cuil = One level of abstraction away from the reality of a situation.
Example: You ask me for a cat.
One Cuil: If you asked me for a cat and I gave you a rhino.
Two Cuil: If you asked me for a cat, but it turns out I don't really exist. In the place where you perceived me to be standing is a picture of a large cat. On it's collar are the words: "I am a large rhino."
Three Cuil: You are a cat. You begin to scream, only to realise that you are meowing. You scratch just under your ears and begin to purr.
Four Cuil: Why are we wearing dinosaur outfits? A light breezes rolls over our bodies but you only have one arm. Suddenly, the wind begins to howl and an alternative universe is created where we are dinosaurs wearing human outfits. I have cats for arms, and as you notice this you meow again.
Five Cuil: You ask for a cat; and I give you a cat. Your pull it to your chest and begin to pet it. Your nose begins to run and you wipe it on the cats tail. On the other side of the world a bank is robbed by a woman who has 7 sisters. In her wallet is a picture of you, in your human form. Your ears are pierced in this picture and they were in your human form as well, but something is different about them. The cat purrs and grabs a hold of your earring, ripping it from your ear. Milk drips out of you wound and the lady robbing the bank is arrested. Her oldest sister is climaxing while having *** with my brother. I give you a cat and it is poisonous. I am dead.
Six Cuil: You ask me for a cat. Mark Whalberg tells me he will not **** and he hands me a cat. The cat is smoking a cigarette, I develop liver cancer. I die. The wind blows on you again and the cat does not have a left rear leg. It puts its cigarette out on my eye. MGMT plays softly and you meow to the moon which is a pizza. The pizza has olives on it which displeases you. Your displeasure causes the woman to rob the bank so she can buy you Hawaiian pizza. The gravitational pull of the olives causes a flood to reach your house. You cry and your tears become lakes. The Earth is flooded. Uranus ignites suddenly, engulfing Neptune in flames. A civilization of Nicolas Cage's living there are destroyed. Obi Wan says that there has been a disturbance in the force. A cat hands you me.
Oct 26, 2012
Oct 26, 2012 at 2:56 AM UTC
The shadow moves above my eyes.
I'm blindfolded from sight, handcuffed from touch. The warm feeling of these lips upon my skin - ******* nibbling, biting from this excessive ****** lust and the crude tongue, playing a lecherous percussion of the forbidden dance on my ***** and ******** all this a tantalizing damnation, then this weapon I've been wanting, needing, craving is punched into me, pulling back and forth from horny-lovers lane. It lingers, simmers, agonizingly feeding my sexually crazed desires. I feel as if I'm crawling, brushing, climaxing my ***** and all that is around me. I let out a slow, mournful growl as I'm drawn to a constellated galaxy of ******** rush. Then I release myself through the milky-way returning to Earth, back in the beige-walled room. The blindfold is now off: free to sight, free to touch. I take a deep breath, look down upon my *** - I want to see him, the Mozart of my ****** pleasure; but instead I find her sitting there ******* her finger,wearing nothing but a smirk.
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 6:03 AM UTC
laced with lovers lonely thoughts,
We prowl.
a handful of shadowed sinners
veiled by the illusions of sainthood,
We lie.
etiquette adapts to enchant.
laugh to lure, touch to trap,
We ******
clothes clutter the carpet.
with the courtship climaxing,
We ****
before the sun can show your shame,
We leave.
Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 7:38 PM UTC
Warning: This content may contain graphic descriptions, which may not be suitable for underage viewers if reading aloud.
Our bodies touch
as I embrace you tightly
I feel an overwhealming
warm sensation consuming
my entire body as I
run my fingers through
your long and beautiful hair.
I begin to kiss you lovingly
and passionately on the lips
to ultimately display
my affection for you
and feelings that
can''t be explained
even in the most
beloved words.
Sweet and soft kisses
on your neck are
to let you know that
I''m ready this time
to show you that
you are meant to
be mine and only mine
for now and forever.
I place my hand on
your leg slowly sliding
it up to your thigh
gently massaging your
inner thigh while
I bite into your neck
listening to your soft moans
and becoming more aroused
as more delightful thoughts
come into mind, on how
I can pleasure and satisfy you
mentally and sexually.
Excitement and the craving
for lust becomes addicting
and drives us both mad
with wild intentions to
make love to one another
I remove all of your clothing
along with mine as well,
I place you on the bed
I take it slowly once again
by kissing your body all over
my hands wonder all over you
massaging your legs,
massaging your thighs
then massaging your *******
I align your body with mine
carefully allowing myself
to go inside of you
because I value every
moment of our intiment pleasure
my hip movement corresponds to yours.
I whisper loving thoughts in your ear
on how my endless desire to
please you like you truely deserve
may not ever be fufilled.
I caress you
while you are in my lap
we exchange loving
and passionate wet kisses
I increase my speed
and exert more force
making myself go "harder" and
"faster" allowing you to feel
the warming sensations that
I once felt before flow
into you as well
I feel you tighten up around me
I notice that your legs and arms
are placed around my waist
clinging to me tightly
feeling safe and secure
in my arms
you wanting and encouraging me
to do whatever I please
as long as I don''t stop
I become driven by
my very own intentions
I feel the both of us
on the verge of climaxing.
Dec 19, 2020
Dec 19, 2020 at 9:27 AM UTC
you guide me into your room and throw me on your bed
when you lick my ***** you make me want to squirt i scream and let out a moan,
you look me in the eyes as you shove your monster **** inside of me and i let out a yelp,
as you go deeper inside me i can feel myself climaxing the faster you go the louder i get i scream out "oh baby dont stop" but you take out your **** and tell me to get on top i ride you and you start to grunt,
i know that you are close to your ****** i can fill you inside me as your **** throbs you all hot and sweaty as i kiss your neck and bite your ear you tell me "don't stop" i bounce up and down on you huge **** and i have now climaxed once more and so have you we lay still for one moment and we go as it again no telling how long we can last we go at it for hours you have stopped my ****** several times you ****** in and out of my tight wet pussy you lick you way down from my breast to my naval and back you roll over and im on top and you kiss and lick each of my ******* as up bounce me up and down all over your **** it is the crack of dawn and we ****** at the same time you lookk me in the eyes and tell me once more that you truly love my body as we drift off to sleep i hear you say i love the way you make me feel i try to respond but nothing **** out just the last of my grunts and moans.
Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 5:37 PM UTC
While the sun pours over the early nightmarket
An old woman sits, chewing
Betel seed adrenaline into
Wilting veins sprawled arachnid
Behind her knees
She, the center of all activity, is merely there
A few children lift cinder blocks
And their fathers solder wire
To help put up the gate
Before a white temple
She spits a thick *** of it into
Her *** a young woman nearby
Pulls starfruit from a stall
Starfruit, whose name should belong
To the most elegant fruit, what a
Pity it has such a wretched tang
By now, the old woman is bobbing around
Her murky mind, a betel juice
Aquarium she can barely perceive the precision
Of the cremation ceremony next door climaxing with
The scattering of jasmine leaves
To indicate mourning and forgiveness
For untimely suicide and when the
Cameraman approaches our old woman
She spreads a numb smile, revealing her
Black oily teeth
Tarred over in betel juice
Oct 30, 2010
Oct 30, 2010 at 4:26 AM UTC
Ascent
The narrow passage arched over the gaping river
like a gymnast vaulting backwards,
gracing the ground with open palms.
I began to climb--
beleaguered on both sides
by insecure concrete obstructions;
I diverted my attention to the ascending road ahead.
I continued to climb,
like a slowly chugging roller coaster,
meekly scaling up the track
with subdued anticipation.
I sunk into the road;
the sky merged with my pseudo-perpetual path, forming the offing--
where it seemed the road ran eternally into the heavens.
I saw blue reach into black in the late afternoon's
fading visage.
Summit
Gliding over the mountainous ****
I stared over the horizon
where the sun was neatly tucked
under the trees--
silhouetted against the dusky sky,
looking like fingers reaching up into the void,
accumulating like earthly pillows to a heavenly face glowing brightly.
I watched a murky blue dip into a wet grass'd green,
then a traffic cone orange,
followed by the passionate (infra)red of two lovers' entwined,
climaxing in a jaundiced yellow--
tucked neatly like a layer of film
atop the silhouetted landscape.
Descent
I wished I had
descended the adret
of my ascension's perceived perpetual offing,
rather than this gritty one--
to dip into the horizon,
where I would metamorphose
into a dazzling array of colors;
feeling myself slowly fade away
into the impending night sky.
Tucked away for another day,
sleeping under the stars,
in the fingertipped forests
now obliquely reaching into their absent luminescence
but relishing the cool night air--
silently waiting for light
to soon again
breach their gloomy shells.
[Enlightenment lingered within the visions of my ascension--
I danced with its transient spirit at the summit--
to be decimated as the car lurched downward into mortality.
I saw what could be as I moaned into the
fading afternoon's dipping colors.
Who knew the descent was the hardest part of humanity?]
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 6:23 PM UTC
The falling leaves of fallen hearts
We have greatness in what we feel
Time alone will reveal its presence
Time can also break a waiting heart
November is a passionate fellow
But passion isn't about crushing lips
And hugs and kisses, sensual feelings
Nor climaxing the zenith of soughs
Passion is a balance of what we feel
Don't feel and want to so eagerly feel
Did no one ever kiss you so tenderly
Don't press them so tightly
Make them moist and air free
Slow sweetness starts passion
Passion hurts when its rushed
Gush! My Sweet November
Great November victors passions
For it always ascends in elevating
Love is not a power struggle
Its more than mere kissing
Victory is sometimes found in surrender
The slower vengeance ripens
The sweeter when plucked
You're are my Sweet November
I love you from here to the moon and beyond
Really slowly
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 4:37 AM UTC
Our bond molded
New courses of pleasure emerge
I take control of my own intimate
YES
Using you to grasp ****** pleasure as if you are battery operated
Wallowing Your flesh so warm.
Gripping your ***** gently, placing it on my ********
heat bubbles me inside
we gently motion each other into position
pleasure
touch
Pulling me in closer you confess
"I'm addicted to feeling you in pleasure"
Triggering a spontaneous impulse in me
I
Grab harder
Peaking
Climaxing
my muscles tighten
you've pulled me in jerking me on your ****
honesty
flowing confessions in your whisper
Your manhood heated.
Listening to you groan you tuck your face under my neck kissing me with a slight roll in your hips
BOOM!
May 12, 2022
May 12, 2022 at 12:08 PM UTC
*Woe is you not me,
woe is the life we live lying to compensate
how we really feel,
is it something to be proud of -
that I have you only to not have you
when it's most convenience,
touch me fast kiss me quick,
hide away, don't say that,
cause "He" might hear you,
shhh,
lets pretend & perpetrate nothing going on,
nothings as it seems, I I can't win,
we can't loose,
hide away this longing yearning
un-penetrating bound we share.
Hold off don't kiss me just yet cause
wallowing in regrets a thing I must do,
save face and be untrue be in debt
and
live as if there isn't anything between us,
nothings sacred anymore,
we have to give off this illusion
that this friendships nothing more.
Pretend as you love me never let me feel you though,
hold me close but quickly let me go,
move in and out of me but don't fall asleep once we finish
hurry go to your room, please,
fastly hurry, shh don't make a sound.
shhh, do you hear that sounds like keys entering a lock,
please stop wait ok go slow, slower,
I love you too & love you more,
do it again deeply this time make me pop,
your hairs blowing from the wind in my bed room
since I left the window open.
Sshh did you hear that wait, ok , don't stop,
this is the love we share sadly it's not enough, come with me
and please hurry
baby hurry
I'm exploding,
climaxing together feels so good,
but wait shhh,
don't you dare move,
don't speak,
hold up, run to your room
hurry up,
Shhh baby stop shivering
Please no more cause...
He's coming home.*
Always Me Ayeshah ®
Copyright 1977 - Present ©
K.A.C.L.N ©
All right reserved ®
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 6:01 AM UTC
Shadows
and warm hearts.
Evening whispers
in gentle staccato;
breaking silence
Lips upon lips
enchanted warmth; rushing of lust.
Further entrenchment with
entwining flesh upon flesh.
Our heated breathing;
the nirvana of sweetened glandular
Aphordite's love-perfume.
My heat against your heat,
climaxing into passion's hard embrace.
Embraced by Dionysus into
life-death-death-life dance.
We soul-swim in warm waters...
RW Dennen (c) 11/24/09
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 1:20 AM UTC
I write for expression, not impression.
Physically, I show little emotion.
Mentally, my emotions run wild.
I know that if I keep it all inside
I would explode, and maybe even die.
Because keeping your feelings bottled up
Will turn you into a ticking time bomb
With an unknown date of detonation.
I write because my mind can roam free.
Sometimes through a field full of flowers,
Sometimes through the deep, dark dungeons of hell.
But, wherever my mind chooses to roam
I let its freedom turn into greatness.
My pen’s ink spewing all over the page
Feels like climaxing after great ***
It allows my mind to chill and relax.
I write because it’s something I’m great at.
I don’t just blend in with all of the rest
I stand right out with the best of the best
And I will not ever settle for less.
But I must confess that it’s not all me
My pen and my pad are essential needs.
Without them all my thoughts would be futile
And the greatness inside would not be seen.
I write because it’s the one thing I love.
Even at my lowest, it cheers me up
While at my highest it can bring me down.
The relationship we have can waver.
Sometimes I feel we are madly in love,
Sometimes I feel like all we do is fight,
But there is one thing I will always know
At the end of the day it’s there for me.
Oct 8, 2012
Oct 8, 2012 at 10:06 AM UTC
The ***
Fresh with action
Your flesh
flush with passion
Our bodies
Hot off of reaction
In need
Seeking satisfaction
Reaching for the skies
Our bodies
Climaxing
Started from a text
From that I felt your vibe
The way you touched me
Made me want you
Not just part of you
But yours truly
Wear your body like my jewelry
on all of me
You and me in harmony for
forever plus eternity
I’m feeling you
You feeling
me
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 7:29 PM UTC
12:45
The sun has gone black,
the world is asleep.
In the family room,
the television clicks on by itself.
It illuminates my father,
half-naked,
covered in processed cheese dust.
The channel changes to Cinemax,
******** ***********
My mother walks in
without her glasses,
and for a moment
her screams of disgust
are indistinguishable
from the throes of passion
broadcast on the cheap
Acer dad bought at Costco.
Elsewhere,
in South America,
a volcano has erupted.
It sprays debris
and detritus
over a small village
with a long name.
Postmodern Vesuvians **** ash,
frozen not with fear
but rigor mortis.
The CNN report plays for three hours.
The world moves on.
Later,
a man explodes in a convenience store.
Guts rocket outward,
onto wine coolers
and travel packages of Chex,
and the clerk just shrugs.
If you go there today,
all that’s left is the smell of ammonia
and a dark stain on the ceiling.
At the same moment,
a toddler steps off a cliff,
spiraling into the abyss,
but never stops falling.
He’s been going for days,
months,
years.
He has kept his audience updated
through a Bluetooth that we tossed down after him.
He’s had windburn since he fell,
but the ointment we sent
hasn’t reached him yet.
His parents are now expecting.
He just yawns.
In my family room,
the woman on Cinemax is climaxing,
screaming,
pulling her hair out
while a greased-up middle aged
pizza deliveryman autoerotically asphyxiates
himself with a hair tie.
As she wails for the last time,
the TV screen shatters,
glass ejected,
blazing through the air
like Flight 93
seconds before impact.
Sparks salivate from the exposed wires,
then cackle down
into a signed black.
And as this happens,
the children on Exeter St
stop crying.
The alcohol in a small town liquor store in Wyoming
un-ferments,
and the world, for a moment,
ceases to turn.
But only for a blink.
Jan 18, 2013
Jan 18, 2013 at 2:02 PM UTC
I could say what is cliche
"Our bodies tangled,
In crimson silk sheets.
Hearts and bodies joined as one.
Passion and love.
Climaxing together,
In sweet unison.
Forever mine."
Or I could say the truth
"Heart pounding,
Mind numbing
Lust.
Moaning,
Screaming,
Begging for more.
Nails digging into your back,
Sweat,
Want,
Need.
Swallowing every drop,
Like a good girl should.
Mine for tonight."
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 12:03 PM UTC
#
*I will honor you like my wand,
swirling sweet music all around,
to sing to the stars and far beyond,
all the while our entwined souls
dance on our cosmic playground.
I will play a lover's melody,
mesmerizing in sweet sensuality,
erotically encapsulated
in a harmonizing of intensity,
building pressure as we flow,
climaxing with a brilliant glow.
The stars will open up
a space for us to shine
for a constellation
of our own
lover's design.*
#
Sep 9, 2019
Sep 9, 2019 at 8:22 AM UTC
Upon first setting eyes on him,
She thought she'd found a mate,
His skin was milky white,
And eyes so dark, they looked like slate,
His body scent reminded her of resting homes and coffins,
His icy touch sent shivers down her back, thus sensing all things.
Seduction followed shortly after dinner, on this night,
He hovered over her sweet breath, and killed the candle light,
She felt his mouth caress her neck, it bore a strange effect,
A tingle, then a sharp loud pop, "This cannot be correct",
The trickled stream of blood was licked away from her sweet breast,
A shock flowed through her, climaxing, before he let her rest.
She felt entranced by his dark stare, ********** for her master,
A dreamlike state was all she felt, while he just floated past her,
He took her body, several times, before he took her soul,
She groaned for him as he drained her life while aiming for the goal,
Another ****** captivated under tall, dark, handsome,
Resist the stare, before he holds you next, your life to ransom!
Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 4:33 AM UTC
Coming out of the sleepy terrarium auditorium,
Whispering consciousness of rotten handfuls,
Then a great stranger, obelisk tall and stretching,
His hand and giving me a clue of what to do next,
A searing and scathing, loose triumphant look,
I almost tried to shield my eyes from its beauty,
Sound spilling out of the speakers in cacophony,
Climaxing and exhaling like a tired holy shaman,
Tranquil and pondering existence,
Wondering and re-examining what was the real reason,
Somehow it all seemed to melt away and each chattering,
Capsized example fell on the ears of catalysts,
Somehow the morning light had seamed through the curtain,
Training the new apprentices of next abreast,
Sitting in the waiting room panting and wailing,
When will it be their turn,
To change the minds of America,
While setting fire to the office building next door,
One of the commanders of chaos sat back in an easy chair smiling,
Further melting away layers I saw the,
Saints,
And,
Devils.
Nov 21, 2012
Nov 21, 2012 at 10:40 PM UTC
Every touch, electric
every nerve, aflame
eyes locked, to eyes
we'll never be, the same
Moving with such ease
her mouth, her lips, divine
consuming, every part
our bodies, perfectly, aligned
Feeling her liquidity
her fingernails, on skin
hitting all the high notes
without, and so, within
Culminating in the moment
control, lost to the lust
climaxing, at the peak
with, the final ******
Sliding in, the velvet glove
slow gliding to the verge
time, that we hold back
so at the pinnacle, converge
Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 9:38 AM UTC
I swear the words took a million years to come out
And reach my ears,
And then a million more for my brain to unscramble them.
Years of
Utter emptiness
Searing pain
Agonizing heartbreak.
Years spent
Punching walls
Sobbing
Screaming.
Highs and lows trading places
Like they couldn't get enough of my
Self hatred
Self destruction
Self annihilation.
Years spent living on extremes,
Over confident, over achieving
Too tired, too alone
Unbelievably alive, unbelievably in love
So reckless, so dangerous.
All of it
Concluding
Culminating
Climaxing
In four words
"Manic.
Depressive.
Borderline.
Bipolar."
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 12:10 AM UTC
This multiplying illness complexes this weariness
Earieness steers for thou
A three tier system is written
In the hearts of despising old ********
Not soon yet
Not after!!!!
Climaxing evildoer's
Initiate iniquities triangled love affair,
Many go the distance
Whilst the darers
They dare!!!!
Clean slates
Thou wilt not find in a confine of magic fairy tale cells
Im sick
Combusted of all energies
I feeleth that bursting flame
Arising from hell!!!!
Coffee beans
Boil near by one!!!
Some play on open courts
Whilst others believe in freedom
Of pistol range fun!!!
No extinguisher
To put out
The volcanic smoke,
Wiccans
To quick ones
No lighter to spark thine throat!!!!
Pleasures are shamefully no fun here
Even amongst thine own kind
Thou art a diseased display
Of settled bacteria!!!
Hysteria
Enters ones mind
To rid him the pains of this life,
Forget wrong and right!!!!!!
Thou knoweth neither,
Unborn one!!!!!
Thou art a star of creation
A leader of all nations
The moon
The earth
The sun
Captured beauty thou art!!!!
Thou photographic film!!!
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 3:21 PM UTC