"exotically" poems
A beautiful sun shines through a palm's canopy
And casts a shadow over your beach retreat.
Sitting in a lounge chair with a rumrunner in hand,
It's easy to pretend people don't get murdered here.
Now it's nighttime and the city shines alive with neon
As countless youth hop from club to club looking for fun.
Walking down the boulevard while you take in the sights,
It's easy to forget the projects you passed to get here.
The next morning starts with a hefty hangover
And ends with a delicious bandeja paisa.
You've never had such exotically good food in your life,
Yet it's easy to ignore the famished begging on the streets here.
So the next time you visit
And feel all of your problems leave you,
Remember that your tourist dollars help keep our paradise
One fit for a fool.
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 3:59 PM UTC
Lushly lustful exotically ******
Vibrant virile fertile vicissitude
Puissant terminus loquacity photic
Pique piquant poignant pulchritude
Lecherous visceral longevous cohort
Wanton licentious erogenous frolic
Lurid lascivious ****** cavort
***** lewd apomixes anabolic
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 5:54 AM UTC
Exotically twirling, swept off of her feet
In love even more when their eyes meet,
Staring deeply with passionate eyes
In love forever and always until their hearts fly
Senses and being are together as one
Their love will never, ever be undone,
Sensual sweet whispers in light,
Two beings as one forever in the night,
Life day to day
Sweet kisses in the sun,
Having fun until the day is done
No fights just perfect
Worry free…
Exactly how this wicked world should be.
Unity
Jan 20, 2011
Jan 20, 2011 at 8:57 AM UTC
She is exotically sweet,
like cherry blossoms blooming
in the warm summer heat.
She is softer than spring,
and more delicate than daisies.
She sleeps in the rain,
bathed in the moonlight.
She loves like the sun,
and lives by the moon.
She is a creature of holiness,
her soul made of sunflowers.
She is a beackon of light,
for ships lost at sea.
She is born of the earth,
made of dirt,
and the leaves.
She is a **** that grows wildly,
among a field of planted seeds.
She is free in her spirit
for what she believes.
She is a guarder of those
who have no voice to speak.
She is heaven and hell,
mixed up times three.
She is an angel of earth,
given the force of the sea.
She is a rose without thorns,
and white as could be.
She is a rare expression of love,
favored by the bees.
She is a perfect jasmine flower,
the most beautiful you will ever see.
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 3:19 PM UTC
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Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 10:07 PM UTC
What’s your fantasy?
I plan for it to be you and me.
Expand your mind and you’ll see
That I can make you *** verbally,
Mentally and physically, done exotically.
I want your every thought to be of me.
Can you release the freak I seek?
I’ll kiss you from high cheek to low cheek
Doing it slowly. And dutifully you reach
Another peak. Not another feeling can compete
Before I’m finished you’re insisting on a repeat.
With each touch your ****** jumps and leaps.
You’ll do whatever I say
Upon soft beds, you’ll lay
In your hairs my tongue will play
You *** so hard, Oh My God, she’s going to spray.
As you beg me to stay, I have to walk away
But I’ll soon return to play on another day.
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 1:44 PM UTC
Our passions awaken within the palms of a cherub
Enraptured with twinkles that blanket the night sky
Now they share forever these chaste divine flames
As our hearts fuse intimately in the sweetest lullaby
Soaring then the Heavens on your soft gentle wings
We gaze at the world in this breathtaking journey
Amorous sensations absorb the core of our beings
Laying the foundation for the passion we shall see
Hypnotic stars glisten from both your precious eyes
Captivating my very essence, which already is yours
A euphoria of joy overtakes my heart at this time
Enlivening my heart while within you it then soars
The Sun’s golden rays beam upon your sultry gems
Exotically glowing with your very lustrous appeal
Fruitful with life they shine forth with your essence
Which bursts within mine sharing passions we feel
Your alluring smile shackles my heart with precision
Invigorating it spiritually with the passions we share
Our passions escalate quickly in a tornado of ecstasy
While our souls hold each other rising as they blare
Harmonious skies prepare for both our souls to arrive
In this tornado of ecstasy that we ride with pleasure
Perfumed with fragrances that exude from within you
As our love-filled winds ascend us upon our treasure
The sky breaks in two ruby-spirals, which mimic us
Blissfully surreal with each our existences enamored
Warming pulsations echo throughout all of Heaven
Seeping from our hearts into the Heaven we explored
Romantic melodies echo through the farthest regions
Thereafter resonating from our hearts to our dreams
Locked now in place is our commitment to each other
As the pinnacle of our Love has reached new extremes
Oct 26, 2010
Oct 26, 2010 at 10:09 AM UTC
Behold
As a fly does
She swiftly escapes
The fingertips
Of her old friend
Death
Over and over again
All he wants
Is a handshake
A “fair game”, a gentle goodbye
But she is quick
To run
Door closed behind
Tightly
Thoughts shut within
Softly
Exotically neurotic
Behold!
They say
She is the fox
Too sly
To be caught
Too cunning
To be trusted
And she has lusted
She has lusted
She has lusted
They say
Like an alchemist
She eats tar
And regurgitates
Sweet glittering gold
To the people
Laying roads
Behold!
They say
She is the silent, stalking menace
The shadow in the corner
Of your childhood bedroom
She lurks and lingers
She fastens her fingers
Into unsuspecting hearts
She is no darkness, no
She is the holder of light
In the mouths of drunks
They praise her
For all that she has overcome
All that she has undone
From what they have done
And what she has become
A fang toothed light switch
They praise her
Behold!
They say
A prodigy of protest
She builds her bones
In restless legs
In limp, loose arms
In a hoarder managed head
And a stale, vacant heart
Behold!
They say
She forges on
Though it never leaves her
If just a quick blip in time
In the corner of her eye
A hole burned by
A hot cigarette
A small portal
The other world
Like a maddening hangnail
She is afraid
She may unzip the very fabric
If she holds on too tightly
Behold!
She says
I am no rainy day blues
I am a symphony forged in
A natural disaster
Behold.
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 8:43 PM UTC
this is how it is.
lover of the moon, red nail polish, and my body
poetry passionate
anaemic
patient listener
book worm
creature-infatuated
exotically home made
gutter-student
in-toe walker
ignorant genius of nothing and everything
insignificantly significant
this is me.
Dec 1, 2010
Dec 1, 2010 at 4:38 AM UTC
Eyes hang low
Retreating from the light,
Seeking shelter ‘neath heavy lids.
Machines whir in the back of my mind,
As their users push themselves
Thoughtlessly through their tired routines
Like hamsters on a wheel.
I hear the water dripping,
Almost as slowly as my thoughts,
Into the endless myriad
Of blue and red buckets.
My consciousness drifts away,
And suddenly it is my vehicle,
As I awake walking aimlessly
Through the crowded streets
Of some hot Arab marketplace.
Bearded men in headdresses
Bicker in strange languages
Over bizarre fruit, almost as vibrant
As the decorated sword hilts
Gently resting at their hips.
Past me walk crowds of lavishly clothed,
Brightly jeweled women,
Dressed more strangely and exotically
Then any person I’ve yet to see,
And I avert my own attention
So as not to draw that of others.
A co-worker walks past me,
Looking at me strangely,
And I emerge from the lake of my mind,
Flopping about as if I were a fish out of water.
Oct 12, 2011
Oct 12, 2011 at 11:40 PM UTC
her soft petals unfurled and curled open
the nectar drops released themselves clinging to her edges
till the last pull of gravity won its persistent gentle cajoling
the warm scent filled the air surrounding her
exotically hypnotic drawn like a moth
it was at this moment his lips brushed her tendrils
and drawn in, he drank deeply till drunk with ****** love.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 8:42 AM UTC
All her clothes
pooled on the floor around them
His hands were seeds
planting a luxuriant garden of
exotically alluring flowers
on every risen goosebump
as though they were lush soil beds
The only clothing left on her
was the warm luster of his body
on top
blanketing her
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 7:51 PM UTC
Blessings. How discreet they lurk uncalled
unexpected and blossom, flower like, slow
sweet abundance, waltzing between wonder,
hope expanded wide-eyed heaven sent
settle feather like on clean sheets
of meaning. Always useful.
Thanksgiving makes lists of lucky stars
and reasons spring from forgotten places
where we watch in amazement, as
the placement of benefits grows
adding shape to all welcoming arms.
We name them exotically. Feng Shui,
numerology, astrology, numbers and games
dice spun out of control, six sixes
whatnot. No luck and randomness
is called as explanation. Gazing into empty tea-cups,
stones, shells, skulls and bones
shaman-like, magical lotto numbers
yet cannot see how lady luck
plays her hand. ****** into a whirlpool
of unknowns we still embellish our minds
with constant waiting.
Author Notes
Lady Luck is dressed to take your hand. Did you ever win without attributing the blessing to pure luck?
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved.
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 6:50 PM UTC
I want to describe you with the most brilliant poetry.
I want to tell with beautiful words how you have a slight smirk when you smile, one side of your mouth raising higher than the other.
I want to compare your eyes to the ocean or the sky, so blue I can't look away.
I want to describe your hands, so exotically carved that I can see your bones as your fingers dance across the piano.
I want you to be astonished at how I can beautifully string together the most amazing words in my vocabulary just to try and describe how you make me feel.
I want to be a poet for you.
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 6:05 PM UTC
If we go on loving through the night and daylight breaks without a sound
could it be that we may have found
the common ground
the meeting place
Do we face the fact that the future is as yet an unwritten tract waiting for the pen to show
just where and how the words of love must go?
It is
of this I'm sure as sure as any man can be with you along as only you,the woman can be
and if we write exotically,erotically as our pens meet upon the pages of our street
who cares
who dares to interpose and who knows the meetings in the minds of meetings behind the curtains,blinds
or dalliances where we dance out the scribbles of romance that shout out within the ink that spills
and thrills
yes, thrills galore
behind the closing of the bedroom door
and when day begins its daily ritual
we'll turn in time and thrill some more.
If it is so
and tomorrow is but another show or spectacle put on the stage
and the writing on the page we make begins to fade
let us lay the new foundation and
forge the new relationship
let slip those tears of yesterday and they will also fade away
Is today the day
Is it time?
okay
let's begin at the beginning and somewhere in between the losing and the winning
when, we both grinning wipe the sweat away
take a break and you say
'that was nice let's do it twice'
and I shake my head somewhere between alive and dead and hold on to the song that plays,
Today's the day.
I wouldn't have it any other way
would you?
Then we must alight before the day breaks into night and with candles lit will sit
upon the bathroom floor
needing to wash but wanting more
desire
desire
fire away
the day was today and today was the day and the night has nowhere to run.
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 11:13 AM UTC
Prerogative presumptive judicature, cantankerous cantilever capacity. Paradoxical dichotomy greaves, gauntlets gamut catalyst abstracts, asymmetrical symmetry. Objectified manifest's dimensional delineation, intrinsic endemic innate opaque opulence. Protractive analyses accidence ambience acoustics. Spatiotemporal telemetry tactician's trajectory extant.
Prophylaxis protocol annex annul. Kinesiology kleptomaniac extraversion embezzlement euthanasia extortion, embark embargo extradition. Aura roan's rainbow mare's nimbus nimiety exorcism. Corporeally preternatural's existential exigence exodus. Cerebral cortex's ****** matrix's carousel ceaselessly ceremony chaos character charisma, apex axis crux, exponentially extemporaneous manumission. Categorical imperative hubris, hectic duty deontological probity.
Astral projection's clairaudience clairvoyance. Tenets and principles, maxims and axioms, and doctrinal mandates. Exserted protuberance's edifice ******** Exotically ****** ethereally sublime xylem Xanadu sails. Erotica erectile errantry.
Fulham nuance ***** Formidable foundry of a foyer fracas. Harpy harsh hast, atrium attrition seditious. Oak tree ****** nails, swarthy ******** swath swizzles and unicorn railway sails. Anchor pin tachometer troll wood harlotry's root clod rudiments, lightning bow hat pick. Transcendent nimbus nimiety exorcist. Transpicuous translucence alluvium aloof impunity.
Jan 6, 2024
Jan 6, 2024 at 1:22 PM UTC
Lushly lustful exotically ******
Vibrant virile fertile vicissitude
Puissant terminus loquacity photic
Pique piquant poignant pulchritude
Lecherous visceral longevous cohort
Wanton licentious erogenous frolic
Lurid lascivious ****** cavort
***** lewd apomixes anabolic
May 26, 2022
May 26, 2022 at 10:15 PM UTC
picking the strings of
a guitar whose belly's full
of cherry wine.
rattling the walls of her
doll house with a croon--
whose devils she dances out
exotically.
she gets so high off her growing
visibility--as i douse her with
transmissions she ain't gettin' no
where else.
i destroy her cunning...while she readies
to receive.
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 1:08 PM UTC
dead soul, present to me
lived the life before i breathe
so exotically charming, inside a strange grave
in a foreign city thrown away.
the voices of damaged emotions i hear
so keen on them, i mustn’t leave
following a dead-end of unhappy mistakes.
familiar eyes saw him pick a misguided lane
here in the white sand, he’s forever insane
a smudged bathtub in blood far away.
here lies the miraculous man.
Jun 2, 2019
Jun 2, 2019 at 2:23 AM UTC
A mother’s loss of her child
whether newborn or otherwise
Is a tragedy like no other
Or of a father losing his children
to infamous stereotypes dooming them to a pitiful demise
And everything that lies in between is an ugly spectrum to behold
What if I told you of something morbidly sinister, of an abominable reality
perfumed with the warmth of desire
leaving crevices over a hollowness
gnawed by the heat of pleasure
It is enrapturing yet demeaning
Exotically maddening
To be loved for the warmth Your silky skin
for the bliss held within fulfilling curves
and in seizing rapture of Your insides.
And Yet not be understood beyond Your ****** bounties
is a tragedy like No Other.
Is like a ghostly manifesto passing You by
caressing You with its cold indifference
a lassitude adopted by choice…
Don’t Let Love Bring You Down
Oct 29, 2021
Oct 29, 2021 at 1:42 PM UTC