"disrobing" poems
Disrobing,
her skin glowing
as it glistens in the night
naked to the eye
the most beautiful thing in sight
a deep breathe as she exhales
her beauty is unveiled
anticipation swells
waiting for his embrace
her lips saturated with her taste
his senses sense her scent
enticing his nature tense
magnetized to her flesh
delicate is her touch
to his aching *****
no words left to past
just passionate lips
rush for passion
two bodies attracted
to each others attraction
love making
magic happen
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 2:04 AM UTC
Water lilies, libidinous lover boys, on the sly
circles her naked body, impertinently
while she unaware of this, swim and play
in her water-crazy, noisy country girl self
in this enclosure of ***** pines wildly in bloom,
She's happy for being shielded from prying looks
of rowdy village boys, adept in disrobing her with their eyes
Enamored, the lilies, white, blue and purple
inebriated all, by drinking the nubile beauty
limitless all along,under the level of water
and above, breached all the reserves,
ahamelessly sevoured her saucy proximity
til she left when the dusk, shed saffron all over.
Yet in her innocence she would think,
"Poor darlings,how much did they suffer, as I
splashed and broke the calm of the pond all evening"
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 11:38 AM UTC
An indifferent ache swirls in the silence
throbbing like a dancing candle flame;
no one understands the heart of silence
moving the darkness with its ancient dance
Its voice is only felt but never heard
the way it whispers the reality it bears;
disrobing the nakedness of a fragile heart
exposing inherent truth deep in disguise
retouching the chaos passing of love laid bare
Unspoken emotions that nobody hears
float around a muted tongue benumbed by fear
doubt is a bitter taste that knows not love
searching for a labyrinth to begin to wend a better way
trying to feel the unfelt warmth of love in an endless cold
waiting on a frozen emptiness that never thaws
No one understands the haunting fear,
... surly it couldn't happen again ― and surly it will,
a heart stifled silent, silence doth loudly peal
poignant dreaded words:
***"It's not you ― it's me ,.......
I love you but I'm not in love with you"***
and like winter dreaming for the sun to reappear,
to come back again and dry the memory of fallen tears,
a hushed heart falls off the earth lost in ether shadows lay
mooning in the lonely silence within moonlit dapple
When you pull love too close ― it will push you away
some silence heals ― a dissonant silence cuts to the bone
Only the lonely feel a silent voice sigh
Only one hears a silenced heart die ...
harlon rivers ... March 2018
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 3:00 PM UTC
It seems my little curb side tree
is acting like a tease these days,
Like the famed Gypsy Rose Lee,
She is disrobing by degrees.
A gust of wind, some red leaf falls
like feathers from a boa ripped.
Nearly naked head to breast
but fully dressed about both hips.
She seems quite loathe to lose it all
even in these waning days of fall.
Yet as the stripper ends her tease-
bare magnificence applauded,
My little tree will shed her leaves
to be raked,bagged and discarded
Dec 2, 2011
Dec 2, 2011 at 10:17 PM UTC
I recall her stripping me naked
Then she danced around the bed
Slowly, enticingly disrobing her voluptuous form
Her firm breast bouncing free from her bra
My ******** began to ache
As she slipped her tounge around it's head
Her ******* hard & rubbery adorned
the fleshy mountains I saw
Hands wrapped around each
I stroked & squeezed & suckeled
Her wet crotch sliding down my leg
Left a sticky trail
Her mouth found a throbing shift
And stoked it to it's base
Where there she ****** in my *****
And gently rolled them in her mouth
And around her face
Up the shaft she came again
though this time it slide down
Her throught, warm & wet & exhaled
Again & again she went
I almost surcumed
I pushed her back
And dove between her thighs
My tounge found that sweet spot
between the sticky lips
Lapping up her sweet honey drips
Sliding my tounge from one end to the other
******* on that harden ****
Until she gushed more sticky stuff
Then slowly I plunged as deep as I could
Filling up that sweet pink hole
And there I plunged again & again
Until my cheeks were sore
Slowly I raised myself
Hands upon her thighs
Spreading her lovelyness
As wide as she could split
She reached down & grabed my form
Holding hard she guided it in
Not even a chance to heav forwards
SHE CAME UP KER BAM
As she fell back I drove it home
My ***** smacked her in the ***
Stroking deep & slow at first
There was no holding her back
Bucking & bounching she managed
to turn around so I got her from hehind
She reached under & grabed my *****
Like a lease it was as she pulled me in
Faster & faster we went
Then she pushed me back
Grabed my shaft & began to ****
She said to me very sweetly
I want to drink U all
Jul 23, 2010
Jul 23, 2010 at 4:17 PM UTC
Sometimes she is a steam train,
All fire and noise, sizzling, powerful
Too hot to touch …
Almost.
And sometimes she is tree
Growing, blossoming, strengthening and seeding,
Increasing to a golden leafed complexity,
Before disrobing once more
And yet she is too a river, deep with secrets,
Wide with acceptances, bubbling and meandering and
flowing gentle round obstacles
Then is love the water that makes all her ways possible?
For then rain cannot disappoint
Tis drought I fear most.
Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 9:32 AM UTC
the desperado cowboy-poet awakes
anxious, needing-ending relief,
the craving greater than great,
he begs-raggedly, with Raggedy handily Andy words,
to all and anyone in the aroused surrounded vicinity,
give please give, of something to write
the bay, soothingly plays the would-be author,
"place me, look my way,
have I not droplets endless
from which you've drunk exquisitely,
so many more to fair share"
the birds twit and flit,
raucous caucus demanding
to be seated
by the tablet's keypad
to gain entry
to one more congressional natural tribute
the sky and sun organize a
joint session, extraordinary mission;
"we are the first of your day,
thus primarily,
we win the primary,
deserving in your recording of our
nomination as the first day's
sound and light show victorious"
sorry folks,
got a better tale to tell,
natural in its way,
titillating, and quite suitable
for reputating Au Naturel humanity
and it's a quirky, say hey tale,
morning coffee fresh,
a first word report from an
untelivised convention
of a different kind of congressing
awoke to find the:
*chauffeur in bed with the cook,
the Poppy, beside the sleeping Nana,
the poet, eyeing the lying next to him, tango dancer,
the classicist eyeing the sleeping moderne,
ditty ditsy Ogden Nash astride a Shakesperian sonnet,
the thinning gray line defending his bedded half,
from an invading horde of unionizing blonde tresses,
the republican with the democrat,
the conservative with the liberal,
heated discussions, non-neutralizing negotiations
conducting and watched by
peeping tom skies, clouds, birds and waters
pretending to fly flow past*
wow
now that,
is quite interesting
deserving worthy of a
disrobing disputatious disreputation,
very newsworthy and why not,
a poem all its own?
the bay waved goodbye,
the birds disbanded in silence,
quietly disenfranchised.
the sun and the sky hung around
pretending to be UN neutrality observers
wearing cute blue and white helmets
looking every where but not,
at the line of demarcation
the beggar, by his new impoverishment, enriched,
another love poem writ,
niched and pitched
one more itch,
so very well scratched
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 8:23 AM UTC
she leans into my words
and with a deft motion
scatters the playful children of her amused thought
that are trying to distract her
she liberates the pen and paper constructions
that i built with yesterdays words
and places them with a lovers care
on the table before us
as if to bring to attention their needy faces
but not to conversation their actual words
like photographs of passing of couples whispering
the intent but not content
she leans into my words and pulls them apart
showering my souls breach with new light
disrobing the layers of spanish thread
deeper intents to mislead and withdraw
before the mute face can speak
she tosses her hair to one side
i evaporated on her smile
it was just too **** sweet hot
it just set my city afire
so she stood up and walked to the streets edge
to show the ***** dawn a true light
to show the sleeping a new way to dream
to show the new goddess to her waiting world
while she makes sunday morning breakfast
of dollar cakes and crayon drawings
landscapes in polluted purples
coffee strong and the child cries in the crib
she lingers by the table playing
with a lock of my hair
while we spoke soft of the day
to the rainswept beach to hunt for shells
paste them in the scrapbook of my soul
long as shes here with me
sunday afternoon rain
laying in the bungalows shady porch watching
the rain roll in singing softly
long as shes here with me
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 10:26 PM UTC
Dark Light
Of a City
That's grown itself
From the Belly
Of Its Own Bowels
Lovers Verse
So clearly placed
As to be the Voice
Resurrection
Willing
Mystery not Surrounding
Desire Folding
And Unfolding
Symphony
Of Disrobing Ecstacy
A Marraige Bed
Of a Gods
Beyond
Fire Breathing
Appetizing
Loves feeding Frenzy
Drenched
Succumbing
One
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 10:04 AM UTC
Your body is very descriptive yeah physically eye can see you're **** as fukk.
But eye need something that will stimulate my third eye (mind). Provide me with nourishment that will feed my thoughts. Gwithoutrains with out given me brains yes eye love when you give me head intelligently. Take off those garments slowly disrobing your self ,mentally. Yeah ythanre sexier then a ***** fukka without those insecurities. Reveal to how your **** brain curves.Your comforting words provide energy,that pull me closer into your celestial currents as eye gravitate deeper into the dephts of your black hole. Eye plunge into your socket tapping into the rare treasures you hold hostage behind those castle walls. Leaving you naked and exposed. Eye need you to plug me in so that I may connect with your soul.
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 11:33 PM UTC
Like a dark gloom fell down
From the cosmic bright sky,
Death is the next phase of Life;
A change of dress, a disrobing;
A birth into the unborn again;
Beginning where we ended;
Opening where we closed;
It is a crossroad of Eternity;
A giving up of everything,
to hold again for nothing.
The end of the unreal,
And the beginning of the real
Carry me on your shoulders
Let me enjoy the touch
My obsession and pleasure now on
is to be tight on your cold lips
Entrusting my body on you
Love is so kind and not blind
My soul is being scattered everywhere !
By Williamsji Maveli
Email:[email protected]
Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 11:59 PM UTC
I am suspended taking steps into thin air
as destiny carries me forward. the next few steps will
take me around the bend which is a blind disrobing
all or nothing bet. Yet one foot then the next.
Nothing is assured,each breath like a sinew.
life is loan and nothing more until my time ticks out one way or the next.
locked and loaded anticipating eden.
A green field or burning chasm.
Elysium, Valhalla.
A soldier's suspended state.
Temporary insanity. To willfully walk into oblivion.
Spin the chamber and assume nothing. To
spin again.
That is a slice of walking point.
Two days from now. strolling in the mall.
A cold sweat. still on point.
Still dead to myself. The chamber is
still spinning.
How the **** could ever hear me scream
behind dead eyes.
You
can't
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 1:17 AM UTC
Last night's Wim Wenders film Wings of Desire, not starring Adam
Sandler,
great in the great tradition of Metropolis, Fellini, Children of
Paradise, Ikiru, Open City.
This is not comedy though it can be funny overhearing people
thinking,
the randomness of thought, data dots, circles with dots, sadness and
silliness,
silly sadness, confusion, rarely a clear thought, not one logical
lucid progression. Deep art.
I'd like to do better than my best so far, write something with
hydroxyapatite
that won't gather dust then become dust a neuron of sweetness,
an early morning bicyclist, a lost ghost or fallen angel
any form from which death might abstain or forego appetite.
Appearing to meander from subject to subject is my practice.
Looking for solutions to the equations. Learning the changes then
forgetting them.
The expressions emanating from mortal minds are broken stamens,
sticky stigmas.
Striving for immortality,
some Spanish philosopher (who looks like Don Quixote)
says he understands and it's alright.
I will read what he wrote and probably agree
but is he immortal? Not his body, but his thoughts.
True, I say, but this also: Not his mind, but his thoughts. Unchanging
and finite. Put them in a hatbox and pass them on as heirlooms.
To overhear the secret thoughts of others. Sharing and unsharing
electrons, disrobing
and bathing. That is the purpose of poetry. Gargoyle twice. Did Wim
give each thought its own voice or use the same voice for all thoughts,
every whim.
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 4:50 PM UTC
Mighty walnut tree,
Flanked by stately sycamores.
Autumns disrobing.
Jun 8, 2012
Jun 8, 2012 at 9:00 PM UTC
Corsets and skirts and straw hats and
Dream girl
Take me aside with you in the cinema
Dream girl
Ruffles and maroon to your black hair and blue
Hands on front from behind like you want to
Dream girl, won't my parents see from ten yards away
The room is flooding, I'm almost drowning
Dream girl, I can't stay
But panic dies down in a moment, the theater dissapears
And then in that sea all I want is for you to hold me dear
Swimming and kissing and gasping
Dancing and laughing and caressing
Embracing and loving and floating
My eyes misting your raven hair shining
We finally get to disrobing
And then my alarm is ringing
And into my pillow I'm swearing
You know I'd rather be sleeping
Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 9:16 AM UTC
curled and cuddled together
we lay on the dewy grass
with only the forbidden fruit to share
birds and insects chirps spiced the moonlit night
as the aroma of the forest drifted and swirled
around our entangled flame
the curls of your African hair sent electric impulse
across my sinewy muscles
and a soft moan escaped my clenched mouth
your crystal clear eyes was a reflecting pool
of thirst and your face glowed with lust
your ice cold tongue grazed over my lips
depriving sanity from me
i parted my twitching mouth and
your juicy lips ****** my breath away
your mesmerizing gaze hypnotized me
as sensual hunger overwhelmed me
i responded back by biting passionately,
our hands roved over each other
and we were lost in a reverie of epic disrobing
the jealous moon glared fiercely at our
magnificent anatomy as
we flicked and licked to a thrilling and fulfilling feeling
your guttural and purr noise turned me on and your caress
and whispers caused ****** shocks that made my body tense
i massaged your full eyesome chest twins making your leg part
i knelt between your knees and i knew it was the time
the time to commit sin of worshiping between your thighs
i slipped in your soppy bush and in i slid
making bodies mold as one
tearing my back with your long nails i ****** in you
your heavy breathing and the boring gaze spelled all
"go fast and don't stop"
i implored your honeypot with bliss making your
hips to dance at the rhythm of my successive ******
a building symphony was cresting so high
nostrils flared and your legs locked behind my back
our musical moaning reached crescendo
euphoric sensation made us spasm
pure deepening whirlpool of ecstasy made you
writhe beneath me and contortions of ******
etched your innocent face
i lay on you breathless as my sweat glands busted
panting in afterglow of love making
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 11:18 AM UTC
this debt, this book, this tort,
so overdue, uncivil wrong demanding reconciliation,
that the librarians sent the hoodlums
to remind me of my obligations
there must be unfinished, three or four Gebbie precursors,
lying about awaiting further final definition
unmarshaled me, unable to see them through to completion,
but my hindsight, my guilty plea, aided by an assertive,
rear self-kicking, offers me some motivation immediacy
When I see the Auckland Sky Center in photos,
a hard hatted man with softest heart always,
is on top, doing his native Aussie global
(in place) walkabout, better to see,
the cubature volume of the global poetry underneath his feet,
the poetic underworld, needing a
Gebbie supervisory drilling read down
Enough!
unsatisfactory above this ditty notation for one who
tenders unto me comforting words that
drill down so deeply, keeping,
"the night shall not disrobe you,"
that only a single rhyming word
is satisfactory but yet too,
is insufficient to capture
the audio of innards weeping
surely aware, the nighttime, is when I best my own analytics,
disrobing in a room of black letters on a white background
for all who stumble by moonlight on the bards of "perchance,^"
giving pieces of me to the those who not only read my verses,
but those who ken
that the unspoken spaces in between,
containers of what is not writ,
but only modestly well hid,
is where lies oft the more important script
and he gets that...
where the skills when most needed?
his precision will deserves artistry, not sophistry,
and I am flailing, failing inadequately to pay my overdue
it is early morn in Taranaki,
perhaps he will see this lackey's lacking insufficiency,
before he goes climbing man-made towers
that bear witness
to mens bigger dreams,
perhaps when he returns later tonight,
in a snifter of old malt scotch,
his "last one for the road"
he will see it floating,
and think of me,
this time, happily,
disrobing mine soul's own nighttime,
trusting him to keep all safe,
entrusting it to him,
and to Janet,
my best,
red and black,
sweetest dreams
<>
https://hellopoetry.com/marshal-gebbie/
9/5/17 13:55pm
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 1:53 PM UTC
*
Like a dark shadow fell down
From the bright outer sky,
Demise is the next phase of Life;
A transform of dress, a disrobing;
A creation into the unborn again;
Beginning where we ended;
Opening where we closed to rest;
It is a crossroad of infinity;
A bountiful of everything,
to hold again for nothing.
The end of the unreal,
And the beginning of the real
Carry me on your shoulders
Let me enjoy the touch
My passion and pleasure now on
To place my cold lips on yours…
Entrusting my body on you
Love is so kind and not blind
*
**
By Williamsji Maveli
**
Email:[email protected]
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 6:35 AM UTC
Sometimes I wish I could
see into the future
gaze Like Nostradamus into
a pool of flaming water
Tomorrow disrobing
disclosing all her hidden secrets
how seductive it would be
to lift the fluttering veils
between worlds seen and unseen
read the destiny of uncharted stars
soft multi-colored gaslights glimmering
across the vaporous ethers
but then I ponder
in my heart
to what avail would all
this be if I don’t know
who I am
the vast person
enthroned within
who answers to a thousand names
and no name
The One in which
the sun, moon
planets, whirling galaxies,
universes
humanity and all
that exists animate
and inanimate
moves, breathes and
has its being
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 10:25 AM UTC
That moment.
Opening a new book,
or a lovers first disrobing...
So like Christmas day.
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 1:41 PM UTC
Afterlife.
Naked, true.
We are reborn
By disrobing the disguise.
Unmasked.
Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 12:08 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
It’s a game of semantics
About Islam and phobia
And despite your antics
I’ve decided on disrobing ya
Islam ain’t the enemy
That you make it out to be
Why use so much energy
Trying to make me agree
Islamic terrorism
Is a contradictory term
Islam stands for peace
As over a billion Muslims
Confirm
Don’t judge ‘em by the deviants
Who’ve strayed far from the path
What about the vast majority do the math
Why do you insist I say it
Like there’s power in the words
When I will never okay it
Because of what it undergirds
Islam ain’t the enemy
But if you try hard enough
You could really make it be
Everything that you prescribe
Like a self-fulfilling prophecy
Why the need to demonize
People you don’t understand
I think that you’d be well-advised
To deviate from your plan
You’re sowing seeds of discord
Every chance you get
And people who should know better
Are caught up in your net
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2016. All rights reserved.
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 3:05 AM UTC
I weep in a dream
I believe means that time does not mean
a **** thing
a land being just that
nothing but clay and oil mixed with apes that **** atop every day
buildings being harvested by drug cats
meowing to the top with gangster chat
bringing sawed offs to the rats trap
Bilbo like, exploring the windows of the murderous widow
alone, at home, but she already *****
a bone she's eating, cannibalism is her story.
She twerks and starts moaning, disrobing.
Need to get out. Slowly leave, before she notices.
That soulless *****
Moby **** the mammal that ate the Earth and then did spit,
Gaia and Lucifer did omit,
a light defined by the mind of that Titan
Time gets kept lit, inside the internal spine of that being in which we live on
Rock like Malphite an unstoppable force.
A giant coy fish fighting the whale to take hold, and fulfill its ploy.
Rainbow colored, with whiskers that whip, and whisper thunder.
I wake up from this hallucinating slumber.
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 3:46 PM UTC
i am the father of these words yet,
these mischievous children
run away in the loquacious dark
chasing lithe-clothed, supple-limbed
girls whirling up and about the prairie
of these versifications without home
in mind or remembering —
(the home of my mind wary of
the past and its old cobwebs,
or the slaughter of ordinariness
with a dull blade poised to cull,
these mindful creatures assassinating
diaphanous muses disrobing themselves,
serpents shedding their integuments.)
oh and when they return home sullied,
after a day's squalid scamper past
the muck, the twitch of atmosphere,
the horizon ladled with clouds
in white metamorphosis, i remove their
clothes and send them to the fences of sleep — impish dream-callers,
yes I am the father of these words
and they flourish, swelling up, learning
to harangue their own father, sending
him to borderless retreat.
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 9:08 AM UTC