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Roberta Day Aug 2012
I’m a versatile
  night owl
peering with dark-rimmed eyes
upon my prey, those sorts of guys
that make me quiver
   hairline touch shiver
and pulse with a fervent scene
K Balachandran May 2014
Hazy eyed
satisfied
just out of the
tumultuous
stream of
pleasure,
picking her
things and
stuffing it in her
hand bag quick,
a moment before
stepping in to
the lift quietly,
she turns to him
and slips
a ****** pill
in to his reluctant palm,
with a suggestive
squeeze,
(an after thought
ahead of a
future plot,
he realizes)
he slips it
carelessly
like in
other times
in to his hip pocket
smiling to himself
mulling over her
****** avarice,
fear of failure,
and insatiated desires
she bundled up
all these years
and kept hidden
like the pill
a promise for tomorrow
deeply buried secret
among the knick knacks,
in  her bag.
Wandering soul Jul 2014
You got me smiling for no reason
As I sit on the edge of my bed
You got me thinking of every word that u ever said
And everything around me has a happier hue
Becoz everyday I fall more and more in love with u
And now the love songs all seem related
Becoz even a life time with u would make me feel insatiated
And everything around me has a happier hue
Becoz baby I'm in love with u
traces of being Dec 2016
.
In an anthem of doubt
the wind song resonates
passionately through
natures’ cocooned embrace ,
          heart’s echoes manifest
                    thrive and bear fruit.
                    unspoken hearts enflamed
                    in poetic supplications ,
          soul rejuvenation ,
a flake of love sown
a spark of hope evident
a burning bonfire
metamorphosed ,  
wildfire fanned by the muse
          a shameless passion

                    insatiated thirst
                    unsatiated taste buds
                    a hungry heart craving ,
          an unsatisfied desire
to be spellbound
the moment of love
at long last ,
imbibed in deepest
heart subsisting coddle ,
          held like life sustaining breath

                    take me to your secret throne
                    lead me down
                    your garden pathway moans ,
          where all your secrets will be known ,
let me taste the beauty
of your naked sacred stone ―
please don’t make me wait forever
                    longing to be warm
                    in the frigid cold aloneness
                    curling my back
         to a fading  memory
         where you used to lie at dawn
...




         *wild is the wind  11. 27. 2016
B H H Burns Jul 2017
My mind is like a griddle
on which inspiration sizzles;
I let it gently fry and
turn it over
so neither side
will get burnt.

I’ve gotta cook it slow and steady –
and better wait until it’s ready
cause there’s a lesson I’ve learnt
from times before;
from when it looked all cooked and tasty
but its insides were still raw
so the inspiration was wasted
leaving my imagination insatiated,
somewhat unsatisfied and sore.

So this time I let it fry,
on the griddle of my mind
Until it’s done right to the middle
So I know that when I whittle down
into its many drooling layers
the plentiful things waiting there
will be the rich juices of words, rhythm and rhyme.
(Inspired by #BlackDahliaProse prompt ‘Sizzling’)
NuurSeraph May 2014
~Oh, for I can hardly repress!!
It's true!!
~ I run the streets in glorious proclamation 
I have a LOVE for a Lover like no Other
Felt so deeply, in my Body, comes from within but without I am nothing that I am

If you can, you will understand, how it beats my Heart, and shifts the sands moving within the Ocean of Life,
I Welcome the tides that pull me under, Full of Surprise and endless Wonder
Always Providing a Journey to Discover Everything a blessing in what I will find. 
There are whole new worlds,
to find anew 
fresh 
here
there
always 
There is Nothing that can remain undiscovered in the hands of a man who understands the glory in my story, the treasure map that streams through time, back to ancient lands, known only for but a few 
I explore my lover,
my Lover like no Other,
I know in my heart of hearts, here rests the seeds of Creation, magical maker of All that is
All that will ever be Everything.

Still my heart wills me to want more, I fall into every chance that's offered,
Deeply I make LOVE to my Lover like no Other
So deep our love, I will fall forever
In this mystery that guides us, hand in hand, along our path 

So giving in this Love as to Keep me revelated, insatiated, engulfing me always in the warm safety of Embrace
My Lover like no Other
always provides most profoundest intimacy,
pulls me in, takes me over, Leads me right back to the Womb of Life

Passion sends me into Grace,
a place through which the milky mists, My Spirit Wonders, leading back into the Cradle, back into the Loving Arms of the Beloved, Life giving Mother.

§||V||§
call it prayer
call it what you will
I just was moved to write
Megan Sherman Feb 2017
O Avon, swell meandering home
You caress my feet with silken kisses
Round your banks I wistful roam
Enamoured of thy babbling blisses
Awed by beauty of the gloam
It envelops me in tender thrills
Inspired to transcribe it in to tome
In words suffice to inspire chills
Sweetest treasures consist in stream
O loot of the aquatic
That floats like dream upon a beam
The river an element of nature's batik
Imbued with blisses deep, supreme
I wade akimbo to the flow
The awe of Earth from you I glean
You have me rapt in throe
You are the path my heart pursues
It's righteous, truest course
Quelling fear and pain and blues
From thy splendid source
Whenever my sullied spirit rues
My strategy is this
I turn to you to soothe, amuse
To get my fill of bliss
Beyond horizon, thou spread to sea
In unchartered motion
A sea that sparkles iridescently
In strange colours of the ocean
I bask in your waters respendently
Loving their commotion
And honour them devotionally
O Avon, you leave me insatiated.

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