"lickable" poems
I love her infantile eyes,
So deep and dark, with no lies.
I love her chubby cheeks,
So likable and lickable, with no ice.
I love her beautiful hair,
On her mandible so magical, with no lice.
I love her smiley curves,
So spicy, with no added spice.
I love her cute nose,
So precious, with no price.
Aug 23, 2020
Aug 23, 2020 at 5:41 AM UTC
im walking along
hardly breathin cause it might disturb
im steppin in the shadows of great men
with one eye on the popularity of what im sayin
but i dont think anybody sees me anyway
cept her and its real hard to tell what shes thinkin
dressed to the nines and she lickable head to toe
hard body honey half my age
came here to pick a fight with the powers that be
dont stand a chance but thats beside the point
cant you feel the storm brewin
been there since it became hip to be an activist
tempest in a tea ***
but what a blast its been
a struggle of the masses not to drink another latte
a demand for justice for the **** who ate the last bearclaw
he trims that fashion beard
combs out the rough phrase from his latest trending poem
and some cat in london stamps his seal of approval
sold out for a pat on the back
just remember kiddo that your a greenhorn
and i got one beady little eye on ya
meanwhile in chechnya they are swaping pens for rifles
feel little like hemingway
wanna throw it all away in a blaze of glory
for the ideal of the revolt with some
things still worth fightin for
hand me that pen
got a ruckus to make
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 1:38 PM UTC
Miryam meets you at the bar
of the base camp in Madrid.
She has an orange juice
and cereals
and a coffee chaser.
Did you sleep o.k?
you ask, sitting beside her,
with a coffee
and toast and cigarette.
Sure,
she says,
afterwards.
Her eyes light up
like lights
on a pinball machine
when it's played well.
You? she asks,
you sleep all right?
Sure, but the ex-army guy
wasn't too pleased,
me getting back in the tent
at that hour,
you say.
**** him,
she says.
No thanks,
you reply.
She sips the juice,
her lips hold the glass
as she drinks,
her mouth is fish-like
as she swallows.
You talk about
the ex-army guy's moans
about his mother's boyfriend,
how they don't
get along(he
and the boyfriend),
and how he feels
left out and how
he got thrown out
the army because
he was suicidal.
She sips,
and you watched
her eyes feasting on you
as they did
the night before,
and you recall her
********** in
the small space
of her tent,
the girl she shared with
off ******* some guy
she'd met on the coach,
the tall guy
with an Australian accent.
You watched her,
as you disrobed yourself,
the space throwing
you together,
each touching each,
kissing and **********
and kissing.
He still feel suicidal?
she asks.
Guess so,
you say,
tried to talk him
through it all,
laying there
in my sleeping bag,
half asleep,
listening
and talking to him,
eyes closing,
and his voice
becoming a drone.
Anyway,
he seemed happier after,
snoring not long after,
as I was laying there
thinking of you.
She eats the cereal,
talks about the girl
coming back
just after you left,
well ******
and happy,
glassy eyed,
giggling
and stinking of *****
You sip the coffee,
take in her small ****
pressing against
her coloured top,
flowers and balloons,
patterns, eye catching.
She begs a smoke
from your packet
and you nod,
and she takes one out
and lights up
from the red
plastic lighter,
the cigarette,
held between her lips,
kissable lips,
lickable.
Yes, it had been
a good night,
you and she
and someone
strumming a guitar
from the bar,
nearby,
loudly singing,
not far.
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 2:19 AM UTC
mornings are better
when wrapped up
in strawberry kiwi
paper and burned.
-
like gene wilder
and roald dahl
with lickable wallpaper
cut up into skins.
-
a mile took more
effort than i thought,
and i'd rather replace
the tar in my lungs
with love,
but no one
likes to shotgun anymore,
and the man i've written
so much about
has pulled a move
more fitting me
than him,
-
Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 11:55 AM UTC
Sonya in the moments free
of serving the customers
leaning on the serving bench
dark brown eyes
on you
her dark hair
pinned back
said she liked
Mahler’s 4th best
O so exciting
so full of the life
you preferred
the 5th or 2nd
but she said
no no too deep
too long
life is for living
not dozing
to long symphonies
she preferred Kierkegaard
to your Nietzsche
liked his leap of faith
his books on God
and such
you liked her mouth
small
like rose petals
stuck together
her ears visible
and so lickable
(if ever permitted
to do so)
that Nietzsche
she said
went mad
think it
was the pox
stuck his *****
in some whore's hole
she stopped to serve
a customer
all smiles
and politeness
that butter
wouldn't melt
in her mouth
kind of thing
you carried paint
up from the basement
and shelved it
in colour order
thinking of her
laying in some bed
Mahler's 4th
blaring out
she putting chocolates
one by one
into her small mouth
and licking
her fingers
afterwards
so sexily
one leg
slightly lifted
the other flat
and you imagined her
yakking off
about the Kiergegaard guy
her other hand
not stuffing chocolates
in her mouth
resting over
her ***** hairs
you read Dante?
she asked
having served
the customer
with a smile
and politeness
yes the Purgatory
you said
that is where men belong
she said
unless they take
the leap of faith
she leaned
on the serving bench
eyeing you deeply
what you thinking about?
she asked
how well you serve
the customers
you lied
thinking of her lips
pressing against yours
her tongue meeting yours
in her mouth
of her body
her hair
her eyes
that is why
I am here
to serve
she said
but she was serving you
differently
inside
your young man's head.
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 3:15 AM UTC
Me names Jane, they say I’m insane,
I’m insane Jane, yep, that’s me name,
I’m chatty, batty sometimes catty,
Predictable, despicable I find everythin lickable,
I’m mad and bad and sometimes glad, to be called insane,
Me name is Jane, insane Jane,
I’m ecstatic erratic, quite diplomatic, so why lock me in the attic and watch me acrobatic off the walls the halls in me under smalls, I will have a ball and you’ll hear me call.
I’m insane Jane coz that’s me name,
I’m a poet I know it but I don’t always show it,
I write I bite I like a good fight,
I can talk and walk I like to squawk, like a bird….. its absurd,
I’m crackers, run round in me under knackers, but I’ve got NO mental backers,
I’m on the street, bare feet no -where to eat, I’m full of deceit,
Got me life in a bag, I wear a tag and I don’t like to brag,
It’s a shame coz I’m insane,
It’s the government, their document, not my intent they overspent,
No room for me, they set me free to live and be a refugee,
I get frantic, I’m pedantic always apologetic,
I need some aid, and lemonade,
Someone to care, brush me hair, tell me what to wear,
They want me to work, but I’m berserk, I fit, I **** I’m like a firework,
I scream, turn green be very obscene,
I’m psychotic neurotic; I go of like a rocket,
I’m a danger, deranger not a campaigner,
I’ve lost all me hair when I lost me care, I live no-where, it’s just not fair,
I need support not court, give me a thought, I’ve not been taught,
I’m not like you its true, it’s nothing new,
I’m Jane, far from plain, and I’m insane,
BUT I’M NOT TO BLAME
By Christina Ford
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 7:36 PM UTC
eminently lickable
possibly crunchable
with a tootsie roll center
mayhaps
you my friend are slim
with let's be honest
kind of a big head
you are unhealthy
if only to a minor degree
you make me think
of Dr Freud.
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 10:44 PM UTC
"STOP!"
I'd yell to the
ice cream man
while running out of breath
just to buy a 🍭🍬
candy band to stretch
around my neck
A clavicle mixed in
lickable spit of
oranges, yellows,
and blues
all the sugar a neighborhood
smart mouth
could possibly ever chew.
missing all the very sweet moments
Jun 28, 2021
Jun 28, 2021 at 5:25 PM UTC
Optimization that negates authenticity,
moronic, trust me.
Feed the machine what it wants.
Find out its favorite flavors,
bitter? sweet?
Make sure to provide a constant stream
of goodies,
savory? saucy?
make the links buttery, c-lickable.
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 12:42 AM UTC
I was addicted to the exquisite smell of him
His hairy, golden flesh
His tall, strong body
His long, lickable arms
His sweet, kissable lips
His chiseled chest
His mantastic abs
He captured my nation
Of fragrant gayness
He fed me his plateful
Of smooth pulchritude
He moved me
He ruled me
He looked at me
With his dark, charming eyes
Leaving me so breathless
Making my vessel convulse
Giving me a rush
Making me explode like a grenade
In his sensational embrace
Feb 23, 2025
Feb 23, 2025 at 2:43 PM UTC
I lose my grip
In your exquisite drip
Wishing you would strip
So I can hit that
Finesse that
Taste your deeply lickable lips
With my hands on your sleek hips
I want to direct your flex
Produce hypnotic remixes and hits
When we ultimately kiss
And go all the way
Jul 21, 2021
Jul 21, 2021 at 10:07 AM UTC
He throws me off balance
With his **** *** splashiness
Ardent adventurous lips
So biteable and lickable
So kissable and treasurable
My smooth chocolate-brown jack
So beardtastic and mantastic
So fantastically bedazzling and enrapturing
Strapping and thrashing rareness
Immeasurable ****** attraction
I wanna kiss his broad, jaw-dropping chest
Nuzzle his walnut brown bullets
Feel his magically shimmering eyes
Pierce through the world of my queerness
Make me so gung-ho about
His rich, appealing deliciousness
My ample flavorful Samson
He tickles my taste buds
Makes me feel like I might erupt
With if he constantly touches
My buttery brown skin
He has me under the heel
Of his highly heavenly and stupefying exquisiteness
Stranded in his extremely effective
And impressive web of hot-off-the-press finesse
Locked in his intensely strong wings
He keeps my head spinning
Has me mad jacked up
Lusting after his rugged hot stuff
I love the savagely fierce and magnificent beast in him
The way he stares at me makes me wanna jump
Into his massive wondrous ocean
Of unending dreamy passion
Capture me, ravish me, lavish me
With his incredibly poetic and powerful love
Unleash his continuous and mysterious thunder upon me
Strike me with his wild white lightning
Arouse me with the incomparable swagger
In his aggressive freshalicious masculineness
His clever and creative mind
His smooth, slick, and vigorous style
I fall deep into his authentic prolific realm
Of rigidly riveting enchantment
So attached to his dramatic and mystical fantasticalness
My undauntable phenomenal lover man
I am so hooked on his untouchable hustle and muscle
The way his heart and soul glow
His awesomeness, flawlessness, and suaveness
I am so into everything about him
I don’t wanna live without him
I need to feel him all over me
Forever and a day, I crave to stay in his captivating embrace
Apr 19, 2023
Apr 19, 2023 at 2:43 PM UTC