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"delectation" poems
*Dust flits gently on its arm; slowly & lazily. As if not to cut, tear the patiently sewed seams. Cotton against yellowing white thread.* **The sanctuary for reminiscing about mesmerising scenes The throne for Kings and Queens without crowns to be seen I'm overwhelm by ecstasy as I bask in this endless elation of delectation.**
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Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 7:54 AM UTC
Chair
*Another "randyhornbag" poem for all avid fans of ******* rip off my dripping ******* and part my waiting ********** sniff my fresh-scrubbed **** then rim me ******* senseless taste the sweet-sour tang of my recent defecation force your ***** mouth-prick past my eager sphincter seeking to engulf me in my ****** cum-lust and now for our delectation shove your huge **** up me and fill me with your hot ***** or fist me till I scream my ******* brains out and then **** myself in terror
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Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 10:54 AM UTC
**** poem
I would rather drink than eat, And though I superbly sup, Food, I feel, can never beat Delectation of the cup. Wine it is that crowns the feast; Fish and fowl and fancy meat Are of my delight the least: I would rather drink than eat. Though no Puritan I be, And have doubts of Kingdom Come, With those fellows I agree Who deplore the Demon *** Gin and brandy I decline, And I shy at whisky neat; But give me rare vintage wine,-- Gad! I'd rather drink than eat. Food surfeit is of the beast; Wine is from the gods a gift. All from ********** to priest Can attest to its uplift. Green and garnet glows the vine; Grapes grow plump in happy heat; Gold and ruby winks the wine . . . Come! Let's rather drink than eat.
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Wine Bibber
***Estranged in summer rains'        landscaped  dissolution        evincing season's discontent       neath sun's suffocating alienation; used to rhyme with warmth              and effulgent delectation,    emotional realms fizzled in a               heated  halfhearted sizzle             of down-pour's restless manifestations***
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Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 7:33 AM UTC
Downpour's Discontent
Aural sounds of delectation funk-fuel in fervent distillation undertones of jazz-swing in migration electronic clicks and blips for relaxation ambience is my one true occupation. The resonance of sound in rotation the initiation itself a radiation morphological alternation in isolation as the hubbub of voices echo respiration breath in, breath out, in elevation. No underlying obligation, only inspiration and celebration of collaboration revel in the pleasures of sensation like the first discovery of amplification and in its appreciation and stimulation embrace variation in all its illumination. Seek out new music from recommendation the gravitation towards transformation the re-education and regeneration this musical manifestation of civilisation saturated in complex contemplation adoration in meditation the simplest form of gratification the creative urge for diversification and technological intensity of electronic experimentation.
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Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 7:26 AM UTC
Music is My Painkiller
~ *Here is an assertion and showiness in the expanse of white skin – from her high forehead, down her graceful neck, shoulders, and arms. Although the black of her dress is bold, it is also deep, recessive, and mysterious. He stalks her as one does a deer, his palette composed of lead white, rose madder, vermilion, viridian, and bone black. A dash of light rose over the former gloomy background, you see, and the élancée figure shows to much greater advantage. Her body boldly faces forward while her head is turned in profile. A profile of both assertion and retreat. The table provides support, and echoes her curves and stance. One strap of her gown has fallen down her right shoulder, suggesting the possibility of further revelation; one more struggle and the lady will be free. Everything converges to imply a distant sexuality under the professional control of the sitter, rather than offered for the viewer's delectation. Her untamed wilderness remains unseen.* ~
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Aug 4, 2021
Aug 4, 2021 at 9:59 AM UTC
The Fall of Madame X
When suddenly, at midnight, you hear an invisible procession going by with exquisite music, voices, don't mourn your luck that's failing now, work gone wrong, your plans all proving deceptive -- don't mourn them uselessly. As one long prepared, and graced with courage, say goodbye to her, the Alexandria that is leaving. Above all, don't fool yourself, don't say it was a dream, your ears deceived you: don't degrade yourself with empty hopes like these. As one long prepared, and graced with courage, as is right for you who were given this kind of city, go firmly to the window And listen with deep emotion, but not with whining, the pleas of a coward; listen -- your final delectation -- to the voices, to the exquisite music of that strange procession, and say goodbye to her, to the Alexandria you are losing.
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The God Abandons Antony
The moment when my heart found you, I knew I was about to start a new journey of falling so hard from the peak of the mountain of my unsatisfied dreams. When I see my reflection in your pupil I feel aesthetic as ever. When our bodies come in contact there's firework in my soul forming a comely galaxy and my mind chanting only your name. You take me to the stars and erase all the tragedy that was ever written on my body. When I see you smile, Oh baby, it lights up every lamp in the pathway to my heart making me the most delectable person ever. Every since you walked in, my heart has forgotten every pain and is filled with abundant love. When you caress my hair, you poison me with love turning every blue flower red. When you tell me you love me with devotion, my soul cries out of delectation. Love is just an understatement to describe my affection for you. It's beyond words. It's beyond all the poems I have written for you and the poems I will ever write. It's beyond my ability to express. It doesn't sit neatly in between lines like how poetry does. Even gazillion pages written about you would be too less to express my felicity. I love you.
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Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 8:25 AM UTC
~ Perpetual love ~
aromatic coffee awakens senses    midst the gestured warmth of radiant       smiles's 'tween morning brew, reverently paused to catch     the awe inspiring  poignancy                of sunrise's exhilaration, whilst cozily wrapped in the delightful unfurl    of captivating poetry's skillful delectation     a rising ritual begun many blue moons afore,   tempting consciousness, feeding soulfulness     enlightening sensibilities as it         enriches the day's appreciation                'pon the keen awareness of poets, tempests from all niches of the world    coming together amid upheavals and serenity, ceremoniously dubbed fierce confirmations       of words expressly borne, communing the          artfully spirited of resourceful artisans,      procuring special collective bonds that                only poesy can wholly dictate, they look upon us as enigmas   rather strange breed of puzzling characters,      as this inexplicable endeavor         escapes their stifled perceptions          of conduit's musing reasonable facsimile, we're merely cognitive passages for     experiences on common ground        in realizations of all-too-human foibles           eccentricities, yearnings and fortitude, released deliverance of  potpourri    serving up inky joy beyond expression,     intention's distinction deciphering       reflections in meditative affirmations, breadth of unrestrained beholden visions    conjured notions of paramount significance        wherein lies evidence of life's burnt offerings, beginnings and endings of hearts' indulgences      wept in resolute  celebrations of existence                 as only a poet could discernibly translate
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Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 8:23 AM UTC
Poetry's aromatic unfurl
aromatic coffee awakens senses    midst the gestured warmth of radiant       smiles's 'tween morning brew, reverently paused to catch     the awe inspiring  poignancy                of sunrise's exhilaration, whilst cozily wrapped in the delightful unfurl    of captivating poetry's skillful delectation     a rising ritual begun many blue moons afore,   tempting consciousness, feeding soulfulness     enlightening sensibilities as it         enriches the day's appreciation                'pon the keen awareness of poets, tempests from all niches of the world    coming together amid upheavals and serenity, ceremoniously dubbed fierce confirmations       of words expressly borne, communing the          artfully spirited of resourceful artisans,      procuring special collective bonds that                only poesy can wholly dictate, they look upon us as enigmas   rather strange breed of puzzling characters,      as this inexplicable endeavor         escapes their stifled perceptions          of conduit's musing reasonable facsimile, we're merely cognitive passages for     experiences on common ground        in realizations of all-too-human foibles           eccentricities, yearnings and fortitude, released deliverance of  potpourri    serving up inky joy beyond expression,     intention's distinction deciphering       reflections in meditative affirmations, breadth of unrestrained beholden visions    conjured notions of paramount significance        wherein lies evidence of life's burnt offerings, beginnings and endings of hearts' indulgences      wept in resolute  celebrations of existence                 as only a poet could discernibly translate
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You standing there looking so innocent and **** bitting your lip Smiling so guiltily and your hair Cascading down around your face Over your shoulders and styled by JBF You standing a bit awkwardly your legs falling from my flannel and smooth as hell Your feet up on the ***** as if in high heels flexing in anticipation and a devilish grin   With a "What me?" delectation It's not a skirt, it's my flannel shirt And with your post coitol giggle A splash of ***** and a hint of naughty and you looking muy caliente As I take you in you take my breath away
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Jun 8, 2019
Jun 8, 2019 at 3:59 PM UTC
My Flannel Shirt
That dusky face Those dainty dark circles That celestial mind And that holy symmetrical, well formed smile can set everything straight and make me glow. When we collide sparks fly which brings cheeriness and delectation. And when I look into your bewitching and ravishing eyes that is when I feel forelsket, the beginning of love
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Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 4:49 AM UTC
~ Smile ~
50 shades of ****** up, let me explore you. Allow my demons the delectation, of amalgamating with yours. Let’s connect our hearts as one, as our spirits intertwine and our demons sway. sway to the a tuneless feeling of euphoria. sway to sounds of two hearts, beating as one. yours and mine. tbc... - d.b.d.
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Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 12:18 PM UTC
tbc...
*You wrote in Braille upon my heart tattoo'd black etchings darkly lit echoes of what was once impressionist art vanquish'd with a glance of thy sword words not decipherable in the name of love inscribed delectation's sans an endorse'd mark vintage designs deleted of scroll'd scriptures expression signature'd confessions bestowed within crimson's pen hush'd in unsettling breathless interpretations, blindly I followed til you resonate'd in barely touch*
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Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 12:26 AM UTC
braille to the touch...
**beauteous rushing realms of a besieged mind     forgotten rhymes of scorched memoirs delectation's reminisces 'pon dusky cloudbursts      hazes of reflective delirium's inclination scripted amidst skies of smoldering verse    sans tomorrow's twilight of synchronicity nor reasons beyond glorifying poetry's sublimity**
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Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 8:03 AM UTC
Realms of a besieged mind
Ephemeral euphoria and abandoned memories. These stains on my paper will explain a lot more than my poems ever will. Left alone in the midst of this troubled mind where once everything swayed to the rhythm of my heart beat. The tear sits at the corner of the eye wanting to roll down the cheek. But how menacing would it be if it rolled down ? I would be called a weak hearted sensitive human. Understanding my poor heart's misery isn't something that I could accomplish over the years. Knives in my back and unexplained reasons for departure have nearly suffocated my existence. How easy is it for somebody to just leave you behind after building up your castle of dreams brick by brick? How easy is  it for your own people to bail on you? Living in uncertainties I have always learnt to sacrifice my happiness thinking that something better would come along. But all that comes along is disappointment. A sense of satisfaction is what I am lacking at this point and I don't know if my heart would ever be satisfied after all that it has been through. My life's like an incomplete jigsaw puzzle where pieces simply don't seem to fit. Why is it that the blame is always on me for everything I do ? Yes, I get attached ****** Yes, my heart falls too hard. Yes, my heart feels too much. Yes, I am emotional. It's not something in my hands. Stop asking me to change myself. There's nothing wrong with having a deep heart. There will be times when the pain would be immense but you have to live through it. Betrayals will find their way through and happiness will be taken away. But you have to face it. I honestly don't know how to create my own happiness because I tend to find my happiness in others. But nobody remains constant. People leave. People change. Some bring in delectation and some bring in agony and it depends on us how we take it. We have to learn to let few things go. I still haven't reached that stage or maybe that maturity where I'll be able to accept things and learn to adjust. But I surely know everything heals. The cuts heal but the scars remain which remind me of the battles I have been in and tell me how strong I am to embrace the pain and **** my misery.
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Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 1:14 AM UTC
~ Misery ~
Ephemeral euphoria and abandoned memories. These stains on my paper will explain a lot more than my poems ever will. Left alone in the midst of this troubled mind where once everything swayed to the rhythm of my heart beat. The tear sits at the corner of the eye wanting to roll down the cheek. But how menacing would it be if it rolled down ? I would be called a weak hearted sensitive human. Understanding my poor heart's misery isn't something that I could accomplish over the years. Knives in my back and unexplained reasons for departure have nearly suffocated my existence. How easy is it for somebody to just leave you behind after building up your castle of dreams brick by brick? How easy is  it for your own people to bail on you? Living in uncertainties I have always learnt to sacrifice my happiness thinking that something better would come along. But all that comes along is disappointment. A sense of satisfaction is what I am lacking at this point and I don't know if my heart would ever be satisfied after all that it has been through. My life's like an incomplete jigsaw puzzle where pieces simply don't seem to fit. Why is it that the blame is always on me for everything I do ? Yes, I get attached ****** Yes, my heart falls too hard. Yes, my heart feels too much. Yes, I am emotional. It's not something in my hands. Stop asking me to change myself. There's nothing wrong with having a deep heart. There will be times when the pain would be immense but you have to live through it. Betrayals will find their way through and happiness will be taken away. But you have to face it. I honestly don't know how to create my own happiness because I tend to find my happiness in others. But nobody remains constant. People leave. People change. Some bring in delectation and some bring in agony and it depends on us how we take it. We have to learn to let few things go. I still haven't reached that stage or maybe that maturity where I'll be able to accept things and learn to adjust. But I surely know everything heals. The cuts heal but the scars remain which remind me of the battles I have been in and tell me how strong I am to embrace the pain and **** my misery.
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*you, my insidious temptation the lover that taunts me seduces me to acquiescence my haunting addiction you, wrap around my senses absolute cunning & Machiavellian grace annulled my comprehension drained my rational mind took me on your flight of fancy careless beast of burden you burn so smoothly, pounce so quickly knocked my perception off kilter still, i take you in slowly methodically till every inch of you inside me bursts into flames takes my breath away fire lingers flagrantly brazen warning my head, warming my ***** I tremble in the delectation of your touch sigh deeply, as I plead for surrender you flip me over again in a rush my head dizzy from the pleasure* two ***** ***** martinis are more than I can handle as I fade into you
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Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 5:12 PM UTC
Insidious Lover
You lay there missing her, I lay here missing you. My mind gets flushed by all the boggling memories. They linger in my caliginous mind . I miss being in the ecstatic state and also the butterflies you gave me. My cheeks which used to turn crimson red now look pale with no blood rushing through them. Your atramentous enticing eyes hold all my dreams and wishes. They make me believe that magic exists and so does delectation. You have cast an irreversible and unbreakable spell on me which makes me wanna hold on to you. You are as addictive as lithium and as gorgeous as a free enlightened soul. You are my only antidote that can bring me back to life. Your atoms have collided with mine and are creating a new galaxy. No matter what but you are that one star in my sky that is impossible to forget because the merriness I get when I look at your empyrean face cannot be compared to any other happiness in the entire galaxy. You will always shine the brightest in my obsidian sky.
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Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 2:46 AM UTC
~ Unforgettable you ~
The new sun comes by the hour, but it's rays show me no mercy, no rest; the eternal shower above my head all but takes me. It drives one to shadows so cold, so dark, sleep is the only out. My heart dealt, but you called the fold, my eyes tell stories as they shout. This familiar place is home, sadness is always there for me. The only constant as I roam, from heart to heart, in search of glee. Pleasures of the flesh, first intent, but I learned to crave something more. All our plans arose from the scent, as we returned to thought before, the place we were, where months ago, delectation first joined our wants. Instead, found what's cast by the bow, but turned away; of me it haunts.
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Jun 8, 2011
Jun 8, 2011 at 11:30 AM UTC
I'll stay up with you...
*Lust's sweet intentions    caught up in fiery impulses riding upon wild horses' dreams,    relentless cravings of the soul Unfurling in the touch of scorching heat    desiring licentious will is never ending satiated within intensity's finale    luster'd in the feel of scarlet satin sheets Breaking all the rules,   devour'd in animalistic hunger til breath blares an acoustic prayer absorbing emotions through ****** intensity tenderly your sword plung'd deep    surrender to this wanton addiction senses whirling in flame's yearnings     fell under your fiery hypnotic spell I'll gladly die a thousand little deaths   to acquiesce with no restraint within these all consuming confines of this delectation's heavenly annihilation*
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Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 7:38 PM UTC
~ Consuming ~
Every inch of this universe seems gloomy without you and your name resides  in every atom of my body.  My heart teeming with so  much love to give I don't  think I can ever have enough of you. All the drugs turn otiose  in comparison to you.  Stay here wrapped up in my arms and let the synchronization of  our heart beats be the only rhythm  we dance on. Let the stars lean down  and waves flood the shore. Let the moon lose it's light and the sun, it's warmth.  Just spin with me in this paradise  of insanity and love. It ain't the ordinary  feeling but a strong  enraptured feeling you give me when I look in to your assuasive​ eyes. Your touch brings in delectation  blooming every flower at my feet,  lighting every candle in my life.  Stay here as all our sorrow drown  in this aesthetical night. Let me sink into  those eyes and love you with every ounce. Give me all your attention. Give me all your pain. Give me all your ailments for you no longer have to bear them alone. Let my voice guide you home and keep you safe. The heart that you have given me is my elixir.  Allow me to give you all I have as my heart has chosen you and only you.  On this very galvanizing night I have  fallen yet again only if you knew.
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Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 5:14 AM UTC
~ Beginnings ~
“Immediately a decisive alluring connection from the onset,   As our ****** accoutrement deceptive lay’s softly on ground, As the captivation of our present euphoria lays beneath our skin, Complacency and beatitude with the enticing joy betwixt us, I had fallen in love with her as the flowers cling to the earth, Hearts hewed as one beating with powerful acquiescence, Convivial contentment to us both as eve slowly turns to daybreak, Reflex of love there is enigmatic elation never before perceived, Etiology of twinging with euphoria trail of kisses lingering afore, As in the charisma of a cold chill of that as glacial trails, Sensed make our blood run cold now as souls entwined, May she never leave and forestall a broken nature of being,   I know that deep in the intensity of my heart you triumph,   There is invariably space for altruism to reside always, For all the delectation that once were unified of ours, I not endeavor to conquer my contemplative devotion,   Your flowering existence sheds invisible petals as I, Claim them as something I could own should I keep them? Or scatter them or are they even yours" By Andrew Guzaldo  ©  09/01/2019 #165
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Sep 1, 2019
Sep 1, 2019 at 2:17 PM UTC
“CONTEMPLATIVE DEVOTION”
FOR YOUR DELECTATION AND DELIGHT... Like trapeze artists we fall towards each other our love so far above the disbelieving faces a sea of masks All saying: “Oh! ” with awe. Your fingertips reaching out at the last possible second grasping my wrists and we fly through the air with the... (like a fish in water)... greatest of ease. So real...surreal. Alone in the big top of our longing high above all others unaware of all the gasps (the melodramatic drum roll) only our love reaching for the next second knowing that the other is always there only a heartbeat ...away.
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Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 6:26 PM UTC
FOR YOUR DELECTATION AND DELIGHT...
accidental collisions in the dark titillation held softly like warm tea in a porcelain cup the curve of my hip ever arches towards you cool skin and warm touch are my delectation
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Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 3:08 PM UTC
Found Between the Sheets
#*Out of my little cage Through the tall grass My bare feet Stepping into the wild woods My skin aglow Touched by the essence Of the echoing howl The rustling, abandoned leaves Oh, the silenced trees Amidst the wilderness Swayed the blissful ecstasy And as I touched, I snuffed Rushing though my veins As if my blood had no value Ever A wallflower, many wallflowers My body off the ground Heart out of chest Oh, the delectation, the zest*#
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Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 12:00 PM UTC
Wild Leaves