"exoticness" poems
Here a mother nature stands in the trees, she sees dear animals and feeds them. She gives them tender and joy love.
Her name is unknown but she is someone who is head of this magical place.
She watches anyone and gives them her love and light holy care to them.
The people picture her as an angel or a beautiful goddess.
She tells them her name, her name is Luxshana.. goddess of love and nature. <3
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 8:07 PM UTC
The snobbish din of clinking cut-glass and a murmured ambient sound,
Of fine dining the Foie gras that seems so profound.
Seems like such a class divide from yesterday’s soiree,
Of the taste of fried chicken and chips that street food provided me, amidst its mad melee.
Tomorrow will be the oriental chimes to my ears and my palette of taste,
As I rate the **** of their culinary, taking my time and never in haste.
Never minding my late last night, quaffing exoticness in cocktails and dreams,
Amidst psychedelic lights, thumping music and frenzied screams.
For I am to decide the best of the best,
Of gastronomical delights that the nation offers, without a rest.
So awaken your senses and make ado,
For the show that’s a Tell All of the Top 10 in eateries and breweries, old and new.
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 8:54 AM UTC
She is rich, hot and dark,
She is my South American beauty,
My object of desire.
She is the first thing on my mind each day,
And I am a lucky man indeed as I get to enjoy her raw nakedness each morning,
She sets my pulse a racing and it energises me for the day ahead.
I look forward to our lunchtime together,
When I get to hold her again, and stare deep into her,
Intoxicated by her perfume, the time flies past so fast.
That brief 20 minutes in her company just isn’t enough to slake my desire.
Walking through the city I have seen her sat with other men,
And it stirs within me barely controllable jealousy.
I want to rush over and ****** her away
Yelling, “NO! she’s mine!”
But I don’t, she deserves to be admired by others too.
She looks so good, no matter how she is styled,
Elegant, classic or cool & casual.
And I proudly enjoy my bus journey home in her company,
Once again savouring our time together.
She has become my mistress, my world,
A captive of her exoticness, I am enslaved,
To me she is everything,
But to you,
Maybe she is just a cup of coffee.
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 3:33 PM UTC