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Whatyoudon'tknow Jan 2014
It's late, you hear it calling you. It's dark, and you're alone.
Tension builds. Impulse throbs just beneath the surface.
You want it, you want it badly.
It's like a wildfire thirst you need to quench.
Like frostbite slowly pulling you under.
You want to scream, beg it to stop.
As it continues to gnash at you, burn you, tempt you.
And it would seem to be the irresistible urge.
karen dannette Jan 2015
Luscious lips
Burning flesh, insatiable
Soaked in your essence
intertwined, love so brutal.

Fascinated with the rythym
Your libido keeping time
My pelvis is throbbing for only you
Your body is truly sublime.

The feeling of bliss
Saturated with our body fluids, merged as one
On the red satin sheets,  we lay naked
On my mind,  in my heart,  blinded by the sun.

Torchered by divine lust
Kept satisfied in your essence, grateful
Irrisistable lips forever probing
Heart so full of love,  forever faithful.
Lust
When a woman explores the deeper meaning of who she is, she is unstoppable.
When she decides to dry her eyes, apply those red lipstick on her lips and become irrisistable.

Her mind is made up, because she was tired of being fed up.
That woman is fierce, driven and is prepared to shatter glass ceilings because she has now found the meaning.

Skipping empty pages hiding her stories...she now fill them with words she was once so afraid to speak, love made her weak.
Look at her now, shattering glass ceilings and she wears her pain well,

She was overwhelmed but she overcame. Without fame she turned heads. I see that woman in me, once possessed by feelings.
She is the daughter of the father who weds her mother...shattering glass ceilings.

S.B
Estelle Jan 2010
(Written when I was in high school in '07. Published in "Graffiti")

completely, completely irrisistable
completely, completely unattainable
and so it seems, I'm in love with the dream
and wondering "what if?" is so much more
promising than what actually is.

so, she'll laugh, and she'll joke
and she'll drink, and she'll smoke
elegantly blowing out every thought
and imperfection with each drag.

and nicotine can't be a lover
of this, we all know is true
but when a cigarette is the only
thing holding your hand....

there's no room to wish it was you.
Audrey Lipps Nov 2014
You are an aimless nap,
casual and languid,
Cozy but dangerous

In the gray wash of the day,
you're a single red balloon,
floating, floating
toward nothing, toward
oblivion

A sly-eyed persona,
an ombre-d smile and
a heart mixed with lemon, sour
but sweet


An afternoon green and airy,
and my mind is full of you,
destructive but beautiful,
I wish I could fix this for you,
I would fix this for you

You're the lucky eyelash and
the smell of woodsmoke in Winter
a warm, windy anecdote
when the sun sets early

You smell of roses,
an irrisistable aroma of
beauty,

You don't know how to love
and that is okay, and I am okay
because girls with a sly-eyed personas
and who smell of roses,
are girls who linger in daydreams and
who smile sleepy smiles
and know the best music

Girls like you, cozy and
Dangerous,
are girls that I paint,
so dark
and
mysterious
I had my heart broken
By a boy named DJ
Ugh!!!
I still love that kid
If you could see us
Together on this poetry site
You would probably love us too
He was amazing
****
Beautiful
And irrisistable
But he's not the only irrisistable
Man
Though they are
Very few.
I get to know
I broke his heart
Too.
Bogle Feb 2014
Your gentle touch,
when you kiss me after an Icy drink,
and tongue round my ears,
when you hug me without holding back,
and snuggle up with me in front of the TV,
when you run your hands through my hair,
and you caress my skin,
leaving me intoxicated as you constrict my body.

The delightful sound,
of your lips parting,
and your soothing whisper in my ear,
the swell of your groans,
and your exited pant,
or your cute squeak,
when you stroke my flesh,
and our soaked chests stick together.

My dazzled sight,
when you gaze into me,
or give me that irrisistable hot look,
your flowing bronze chocolate hair,
the perkiness of your smooth curves,
the face structure of a goddess,
and the most welcoming pure skin,
I won't forget those colourful eyes.

That tempting smell,
of your natural scent,
when you wake up in the morning,
and your perfumes and products,
or your warm home,
and fresh washing powder,
when I bury my nose deep into you,
and soak up the essence of you.

And the rich taste,
of your delicate lips,
and your soft cheeks,
your agile tongue,
or your running sweat,
when I lap up your *******,
or you loosen round my face,
and I suckle as you gush.
Lo Apr 2013
The way your hair blows softly in the breeze

The way your lips curl into the perfect smile

The way your sway side to side and rock back and forth on your heels when you're nervous

The way you catch my eye and turn away shyly

The way your hand fits into mine perfectly

The way your voice plays through my mind like a melody

The way you comfort me when I need you the most

The way you humble yourself.  

These are the little things I find so irrisistable about you.
S Smoothie Apr 2014
once again I am summoned to the irrisistable beat of your love drums.

I go in circles.

no man's land

one oar in the sea and the other pointed at the ocean.

lost in the midst of wanting and understanding

I like the circle best as it bodes closer to you my love
and less as I further away my back to you.

I am here.

you are not.

I cant come.

you will not.

what am I to do when you make my heart dance so beautifully?

what life is there without our symphony?

waves of love crash the shore with no one to greet them.

I stare into the depths of the ocean.

a marbled reflection.

a contemplation.

no man is an island.

an assurance.

you pull me in to shore just out of reach

and you keep walking down the shoreline

do you know my heart goes with you?

and all I can do is circle it from afar
as I push myself out into the ocean once again I know,

you will do what a gentleman does,

give my heart back, and in doing so

never from you will it part.

I float in circles,

trying to dance while I hear the beat of your drums

in an unsteady vessel,

half full, half empty of love.
His greatest accomplishment as a poet
Was picking out irrisistable titles
To name his poetry

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