"consenting" poems
i must give you a full physical exam
to fully grasp my prognosis and plan
of treatment for you... dont be afraid
i feel confident, no need to debate
i can satisfy
and gratify
your pre-dic-ament
in the richest succulent
as a specialist, to some degree
my healing hands work expertly
but to receive full and complete treatment
you must partake my honey rather frequent
for a better plan of action
i require a full body transfusion
a chemical mixture of center fuses
a delicate blending of our juices
this may require several procedures
over time it provides many features
healing properties of your most vital *****
however worth it, even if, it cost a fortune
to this a can guarantee success
but first you must fully undress
i work with energy transference
your help required for successful convergence
of the best possible results
between two consenting adults
bartering is certainly a viable option
for your long term medical condition
providing equal services for each other
helps maintain balance to one another
Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 1:01 AM UTC
What is it about this chase that eludes me
That runs away from me
That seeks to experience and then flee me
Until I get hijacked by another
Consenting to my own free fall into ignorance and bliss
Conditioning myself to transmit
Abundance without reservation
Until shot at the knee
But dragged along for a while longer
By the chains I so genuinely let bind me
And even before the wounds have healed
I don't stop running, I won't stop running
Resolute in a chase that targets me
I do so unconditionally
But you can't hijack my senses
I am not an experience or experiment worth having
I am not a temporary treat to be improperly digested and defecated
I am not an amber that ignites upon initial contact
To then be mediated or extinguished if the temperate is not right
I am not the holy water that you colonize
And shower with to cleanse you
To then invalidate that sanctity
When it falls down the drain
I am not a barometer that reliefs the labor
Needed to challenge the aberrations
Of your colonized and colonizing tendencies
I exist
Physically insignificant
As the earth that birthed me and will bury me
But eternal in essence
I am a permanent presence
I am an unforgettable imprint
I am your equal, no less, no more
The moment that we mutually acknowledge
Each other's existence
I have bound myself to you
From that moment...loved you unconditionally and eternally
And expect no lesser commitment
From you to me, or any other person you meet
And even after the wounds have healed
I don't stop running, I won't stop running
Resolute in a chase that targets us
We must unleash our abundance unconditionally
And when we leave
We will have given
Absolutely everything
That we had to give
During that time of our existence
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 8:07 PM UTC
.
The sight of your femininity, beauty,
draws breath from your perfect form,
swaying, flirting, a stunning visual love,
with swoon fantasy and anticipated arousal.
The aroma of your perfume, honeysuckle,
drifts lazily from your elegant neck,
teasing, promising, a consenting floral love,
with delicate grace and scented arousal.
The tone of your voice, seductive,
velvet whispers from your deepest want,
lilting, singing, a desperate lyrical love,
with inviting sound and timbred arousal.
The taste of your mouth, sweetness,
drips honey from your delicate lips,
flowing, flooding, a desire sugared love,
with urgent passion and oral arousal.
The feel of your body, intimate,
drapes sensual from your soft skin,
clothing, wrapping, a flesh blanket love,
with spine tingles and fingertip arousal.
You fill up my senses, stunned,
conflicting feelings play with my mind,
heat, lust, a primal instinct love,
frozen in time and with frightening arousal.
© Pagan Paul (25/06/17)
Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 6:56 PM UTC
My response to you has always been focused.
This has gladly not been over looked by you.
I have become thoughtlessly biddable and amenable for you, especially in the morning light.
I am consenting, compelled yet not obliged ..........
You have discovered I am nothing but a girl from a circus.
I never tried to hide it. You weren't looking before.
Although I am a fan of amusements, fetes and even frolics, I do refrain from favoring all tricks.
My indulgence in foolery is a sport I plan to employ for a while yet.
Do I care for you to join me and see if I can defy your desire for extracurricular activities, as well as being your carer?
Is this a task a clown would pretend was a harmless challenge.
Perhaps not, perhaps so.
My roots are raw and loyal to the art of play.
I need you to know this and hold it.
A Spanish fly will not be able to satisfy my ears alone?
Sincerity can be a sharp business sometimes.
Obedience to attachment brings around a credulous familiarity thus a dependency
It could easily keep me awake to stare at many moons
It hasn't.
You have seen me stumble and look at you gingerly more than once now
You are not even delicate but you can be shrewd even when you struggle with expectation.
There is a soberness about your beauty I find pleasingly magnetic.
When you leave me alone without your mighty graze
I without question appreciate and yearn for your persuasions and rough tenderness.
Your actions maybe more savory in the afternoons
compared with your visits to my buoyant dreams but you do kindly hold open doors.
Sep 27, 2011
Sep 27, 2011 at 2:21 PM UTC
Never-ending, incessant inspiration, is welcomed by the hand
Sweetly held treasured from the very start
As a silken caress of soothing persuasion, stirring the steady flow
Of your imagination, nestled gently in your heart
A release of cherished wonders, splendid in their course
Dignify the expression in their flow
With the breath of enticing bits of passionate emotion
Gratifying in their bliss, pleasing as they show
Deeply captivating is the gravitation to incessant inspiration
Ensnaring and hypnotizing the consenting soul
To express admiration with a measure of immense flourish
As an exhale of unrestrained emotion with no control
If you find you are intensely drawn into this sweet continuum
Of fascination gently rippling in the flow
Treasure the inspiration nestled gently in your heart
Express your imagination in the show
Jul 22, 2010
Jul 22, 2010 at 6:18 PM UTC
I woke up on the gurney
with pain that robs my breath.
Broken ribs and a row of sutures
running down between my *******
Strange to still be breathing
when my heart is dead and gone
In my chest Abio-Cor
stubbornly pumps on.
Was it really just a week ago
sitting with my friends in class
when first I felt the stabbing pain.
when each breath came as a gasp?
My teacher called an ambulance
He saved my life, friends say.
A muscle killing virus
caused my pulse to fade away.
One hundred over forty
I was quickly losing ground.
I would need a donor transplant
but none compatible was found.
I’m a high school girl, just seventeen
-I should be college bound
Not fighting for each breath and
destined for a plot of ground.
The surgeon asked my parents
if he should try Abio-Cor
an artificial heart replacement
in which researchers placed great store.
My crying parents, grasped the straw
consenting he should try.
They would operate immediately-
delay would mean I’d die.
So now I’m in recovery
with my artificial heart.
My fiends call me the Tin Girl,
because of my replacement part.
It will be a long recovery-
seven weeks if fate is kind..
I share my feelings with a heart
still learning to be mine
Dec 3, 2011
Dec 3, 2011 at 7:25 PM UTC
I stand in your eyes
Looking out for the whole world to see
With the fabric of death staring at me
Its just you and me
On the edge of heaven
Mending distances as we begin
Ghastly gray hours littered my ears
Intensly intrusive and ******
The shadows spill stringently
Stamping the sky with feelings of insufficiency
The bitter breeze dreamers, protesting for peace
Beyond all countries and downward dreams
We heave our head, heart, and soul
The handfuls of gestures surrender the way
A taut twine traveled behind
With waves coiling and bending my mind
Dying eyelashes recaptured my memories as they danced upon my face
A once swollen spirit is a ripped fragment away
Consenting with out my say
Death burst your core
The life of limbs, once excitable and strong
A strong windswept set my ambivalence at bay
As I lay trembling, Soft secrets are told
Relief from bottomless sufferings
Loved ones long lost reunited with me
My tounge has say much to say as words sail
As the wisps of heaven begin to show me the way
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 1:32 AM UTC
It started out
As something simple
Consenting adults
Enjoying each other's company
Nothing more
But things are changing for me
I used to only think
About how much you
Turned me on
Now when I think of you
I remember how it feels
When you put your hand
On my face, my back
I remember how it feels
When you kiss my forehead
And look me in the eyes
How it feels to just
Sit and talk with you
I remember every time
You put your arms around me
The little squeezes
I remember laying in bed
Looking at you
My hands tracing your face
Running across your chest
Up and down your arms
Now I'm not saying that
I'm falling in love or anything
But my feelings will only grow
And it might be a problem
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 11:54 AM UTC
Qliphoth, Qliphoth,
Qliphoth, Qliphoth
roar the horses hooves
of the apocalyptic Eloah
like a bull of Bashan which
under ye terror unto thee;
unspeakable, the secrets
of truth traducing these
thy habiliments of bread
and wine, creatures, as if
they were apples of *****
the staff of life; cossetting
lambent judgement peril to
the duetoronomy of novice
pyre souls not safe to dwell
where those who venture
fear to tread travelling
the road to Damascus,
pontifical with emerald
honesty venatic of
consenting stars
pealing Dabar-Yahweh
as if a song sung to
the shell of Heaven.
Eleete j muir
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 10:57 PM UTC
I apologize if I'm too persistent in telling you that you matter to me and my heart in ways no one ever has. I've become melancholy in the thought of being alone since I have never been treated like anything but a waste of space and values on a clock. Years have gone by since I've felt like I truly existed to anyone for reasons beyond carnal need and emotional comprehension. I'm not accustomed to feeling a purpose. I've become distant from my own mental standpoint and blood-pumping center whereas I can find no direction. I've been abandoned by those who claimed they would never surrender. I've been damaged by those who stated they could never, would never, misuse me.
When you re-arrived in this shattered existence of mine and evaluated me as an actual being with sentimental value, instead of falling apart, I found myself falling together. Every last piece of me discovering the significance of who I am, always have been, and hopefully always will be. I lost multiple opportunities in which I could express to you the amount I care for your entire essence, I could beg to show you now. However, I will do so as you're willing.
Prepared.
Consenting.
Wanting.
You appeared in my life and became a part of the character I never expected to be. "Tu me manques." You are missing from me.
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 9:40 PM UTC
Do I chase
or do I run?
Do I hide
Or do I seek?
What happened to those fairy tales?
Those knights of old,
Those gentleman so bold.
It’s only in the movies I said,
It’s only in the books I’ve read.
There are no fairy tale endings anymore.
There are no damsels in distress,
No longer okay to be weak.
No longer okay to be meek.
There are no knights in shinning armour.
Chivalry is dead
Individuality deceased.
Romanticism was just a painting.
An 18th century joke.
To rally the oppressed and the yoke.
It’s pointless to go on wishing,
For that man that can read your mind.
There is no sense in feigning interest
And consenting to being blind.
So I shall set down my feminine ****
Of dragons and unicorns,
And men so bold.
Move on and back to reality
And ingest the hypocrisy.
Take my flowers
My chocolates, and
“I love you” ‘ s
And live in harmony?
Cough! Cough!
Uh sorry
And live in my romantic fatality.
Sep 27, 2010
Sep 27, 2010 at 9:28 PM UTC
Craving the crack of the whip possessing the flesh
Before it hits the air, the breath of the bound captive
Hearing in the silence of the caressing hand a touch
Pored out behind the shackles, the feathers, the rules
Trying to make sense of the frustration and delusive
Desire of the entangled ******* rough and intricate mesh
Taking off all misunderstanding, embracing your blush
A sort of rituals of carnal, Sir, Mistress, Save Our Souls.
Bound to love the feeling of expectancy in a dark room
Dealing with all traumas and successes bending a knee
Savoring the exquisite or frightful balance of pleasure
Muttering an ****** language known by all yet dreaded
A scene in which your persona stages a fantasy
With a consenting partner or in your mind, it is easy
There is no self-help book for this topic, it all takes place
In your body and your heart, you decide if you keep pace
Power plays challenge your equilibrium, your lust
Whether you believe in a prophet or in flesh and dust
The beginning is near and she carries all your hidden rites
If only you would disrobe and lie down in many of your nights.
Lyon, July 28, 2017
11:04 pm
Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 5:06 PM UTC
An indistinct smell of wood primer
fills my bedroom as
glitzy images hover
above my head
of you,
wearing over-all's and painting
our picket fence
white.
It turns me on
and I start removing
my clothes,
alone,
though I want you
to be doing this
for me.
Increasing the pace
within minutes,
I touch myself
to the thought
of our first Christmas and
getting used to your shampoo.
Massaging every settled-in scar,
consenting to the electricity
passing through,
that make all of the
unresponsive parts of me,
finally,
effervescent and vigorous.
Envisioning us
making love at that waterfall and
now my fingers are soaked
but it should be yours
and I really want you
to be doing this for me.
Quivering and tearing up,
I have never felt so
satisfied and unruffled
having an ******
to the thought of a future
with you.
But Oh,
to lie down in bed at night,
alone,
without your hand in mine,
it forces me to love myself.
Even though,
I really, really
want you to be doing that for me.
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 3:26 PM UTC
He walks back to my welcoming doorstep,
Hand over his face.
I ask him what happened... what his emotions are.
He reveals a smile.
As he opens his mouth to reply, I already know.
I hug him hard.
Surprised, he whispers, "How could you tell?"
His face is an open book.
"I just know. Was it good? What was her reaction?"
I smile as he blushes.
"She was pretty confused, but it was good."
He's excited.
Careful, I thought, hold in that new, unbridled mustang.
Don't become too wild.
"Tell me everything. From the beginning." Consenting,
He sat down by me.
"We were dancing, but got too tired.
We sat down.
We'd only been there for an hour and a half,
But we were exhausted.
She was flushed, but laughing. We had just
Danced the polka."
Inside my head, I imagined their dancing.
I snorted.
"What?" He asked, a confused smile lingering
On his tanned face.
"Oh, nothing," I quickly assured him.
"Continue!"
He didn't notice my head shaking as he went back
To his dreamy expression.
"Well, I asked if I could get her punch...
She said 'No, it's fine.'
So we just sat for a minute, music playing.
And... I felt it."
"Felt what?" I asked, trying to remind him
That I was still there.
"That overwhelming urge... so, I leaned over,
And asked if I could.
She was so surprised, and that made me
A little sad.
But she reached a slender hand towards
Her neck.
She pulled the necklace I made her into the light.
Its reflections danced."
He had made her a necklace on the finest chain,
Delicately, carefully.
"Staring at it, a smile crept over her face. *'Okay.
You can kiss me.'*"
He looked like he could sit there for hours,
Remembering.
I had to nudge him along. "So.... what happened then?
What'd you do?"
He looked at me, as if surprised to suddenly find me there
Next to him.
"Oh... umm... well, of course I kissed her! What else?"
His eyes spoke volumes.
"Yeah... I got that part... but how?" Sometimes I had to remember
That boys weren't girls.
If he were my sister, we would have talked for hours
About one kiss.
But, this time it was my brother, and I needed
To be patient.
"Well, I leaned down, eager but a little hesitant. An inch from her,
Her lips reached to mine."
Satisfied now, I watched him stare at the stars. Quietly,
I went inside.
As I looked out the window at him, his eyes still searching
For answers in the moon,
I wondered how I became so experienced, so knowing
About love,
And wondered how I managed to give advice to those I love,
Advice that's useful,
When I have never yet experienced love for myself, except
In my dreams.
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 7:02 AM UTC
There once was a girl named Suzzie.
I guess you could say Suzzie
was missing some vital screws in her younger years.
All day and all night, Suzzie would amuse to enthuse,
until the point of misuse.
Before finding herself reusing.
Relapsing into that old familiar abuse.
You could say, Suzzie wasn't content in her life.
Hell-bent on the decent into torment.
*** violence... drugs...*
And to what extent...
Consenting to the need?
Proceeding to only concede?
The black bead...
The devilish ****
A seed to heed warning too.
All day and all night, Suzzie would churn.
Yearning for her upturn,
for the point of no return.
Instead Suzzie turned her life around.
A full 360.
She learned, to earn.
Spurred by her yearning and churning,
of a childhood induced coma.
Kindness; rightness...
The mere brightness all from Suzzie's mindset.
A guidance from the righteous highness.
She's won her inner crisis at last!
"Bye, bye Black Tar, Suzzie!"
"Hello, the newer better you!"
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 12:02 AM UTC
Disjoining this coterie
dissolves it's fragments
in Unison
Dispersal to all borders
with hasty charge
Contracted to bide
Consenting inside a concord
Of Visceral culpability
to Re-Integrate
Incontrovertibly
Oct 11, 2010
Oct 11, 2010 at 1:50 AM UTC
Island in gathered
Lavender sheets
Lilliputian dregs congeal
- Missed shots in the dark
Slack-mouth “no”
Echoes in peeling paint
Globules of restrained ***
Hollow my form
I touch my own lips
Not consenting to their last
Tryst.
Marlboro reds cling to
Salivary memory
Turning in my tongue –
Tucked along the
Cusp of my teeth
Pressing
Trying to expel the taste
I spit
Flecks spatter amidst
His-release…
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 6:45 PM UTC
Owning only stolen air,
I function, uniquely
To gently own the unseen
Felt feelings, I look to master,
The tiniest remnants, tattered
Torn and misappropriation rule
Fantastic forbidden fragment
Fall into hell, held, unshared
No podium,...
no speaker,...
nor a crowd, of any sorts stirring
Aggitating, aggrieved masses
slaves in their blissless mindset
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 8:55 PM UTC
Overslept and tired.
An early start
17 hours a day.
Broken with slashes of sound.
7.43 million Motorbikes in
** Chi Minh City.
The street flowers dying,
no air to breath.
And miles to go before you sleep.
The grass consenting to the dollar,
packs up and leaves the city.
Returning, resuming,
threading your way between
the grey faces.
And the men looking for
someone special today.
The hurt and wounded
pass by quickly.
No soothing hand to pacify
the restless all dark nights.
Some suffer so much.
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 8:13 AM UTC
I can't stop thinking about you still
Yet, i know missing you is not the right thing to do
Not that i can help it, each time a thousand thoughts of you flock my consenting mind
But, my well nurtured hurt has become the antidote,
It sedates the uprising of memorable moments we once shared.
Now, each time I think of our happy moments,
Sadness thereby follows, and then, pain...
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 8:03 PM UTC
The summer freckles the
boys, tucking in the grasses
in their masses, forgetting
what their mothers sang. Their
love burns in blood-stream blaze,
becomes heat and nothing else and
nothing else. Our sun set late, so they pray for consenting
girls that feed wrists into freckled hands to
brand themselves, bruised and brown.
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 4:14 PM UTC
going to rise up early
with lady or three in my king sized bed.
heading for the mall
seeking lonely cute ladies.
throw out a few compliments
women buy it
they believe you sincere.
women have many big fears
grey hair
wrinkles and crows feet
being alone
growing old alone
getting fat
not getting dates
dying spinsters.
i will play on what makes them happy
i will get a woman to spend new year's eve
with me and all night.
easy when you built from work outs
easy when you got a face women like
easy telling women what they want to hear
throw out some lies
tell them they pretty
tell them you love them
tell them anything nice
feed their egos
I say their pretty
i pour wine and they sip
my lying gets kisses tasting of wine.
women believe me because
I look sincere when it lie.
my business suit
nice car
expensive watch
gets them in my car
gets me in their house
gets me in the house when husbands are away
gets me a squeeze of a breast or knee
gets me body kisses
gets me body shots
gets me to any base i want.
easy getting a date on new year's eve
or any day of the year
i lie
they buy it
i get what i want
what i want is ***
what i love is *** and more ***
*** addict
i don't want help
easy getting fixes for my habit
women will be women
pathetic
desperate for attention
hitching a ride
on a gravy train for security
i play to that lie they want to hear.
no security with me
it's playing to what they want
i get my fix of ***
then on to the next
lonely woman
and the next.
no crime
between
consenting adults.
one thinking it's the real
one knowing he
is in it just for ***
Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 6:54 PM UTC
The Gansevoort Hotel is where he chose to meet.
I followed the travel directions which he texted and I showed up on time.
I was led into the suite and waited an hour; the diplomat was late.
I was forewarned that in the event that he did not appear, that I was to stay put, enjoy the room for the night, all services and non-services or room charges would be handled at his end, privately, of course.
This is not the norm for me so please don't get it wrong!
It was nothing more than a business transaction behind closed doors, between two consenting adults.
But, as it turned out, I fell asleep, there was no ******** I devoured my breakfast the following morning, still got paid and hopped on a Bronx-bound train, home.
That was the easiest soldi I have ever made.
I never heard from the diplomat again.
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 6:46 PM UTC
#
*What cannot my praise effect in your singular mind?
When flattery soothes – or when ambition is blind!
Desire of the heart, is it an earthly vicious seed?
Yet, sprung from high, is it nothing but a ****
But to God 'tis its glory and when love aspires,
'Tis but a spark of the most heavenliest of fires.
To the ambitious youth, thou too covetous of the flame,
Too full of the vermin running throughout thy frame.
Unwarily led astray from any virtuous ways -
Made drunk with love, and somehow debauched with praise.
Half desire, and half consenting to the ness of the ill,
For in the blood the sentiment - cannot it be still?
To thee I must reply — pray thee - what pretense have I,
To take up arms for justice or for your love’s liberty, I cry?
Love governs with an unquestioning right,
Love’s the defender and love’s the delight.
Be ye good, be gracious, be just, be observant of the laws,
And in loving wonders - be ye especially espoused to love’s cause.
Whom has love ever wronged in all its peaceful reign?
Love cannot sue for justice for any judgement would be in vain.
What millions has love pardoned or has taken on as foes?
To what revenge does love get even or even mildly expose?
Mild, easy, humble, studious and good,
Always inclined toward mercy, never spilling any blood.
If this is the love that you know put it on like a suit,
For in you - you have God's most beloved attribute.*
#
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 3:49 PM UTC