"nuzzles" poems
Puppies and puddles
Licks and hugs
Soft and lovable
Just look at their mugs
A smile on their face
a twinkle in their eye
they're just so sweet
no need to ask why.
Little wet kisses
soft gentle nuzzles
not very complicated
like crossword puzzles.
They arrive with love
and joy in their heart
just wanna share
and not be apart.
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 12:45 AM UTC
when the moon has finally succumbed to the flirtatious will of night
and even stars grow weary of guarding peaceful slumbers
the sneaky temptress twilight makes her move and slithers through my window
as she glides into my bed, I can tell she is up to her old tricks
my eyes forget to close and my mind forgets to sleep
the darkened outlines of my room crumble as each breath escapes my lips
and now I remember where I've hidden you, blue eyed boy
how strange a sensation to remember your body
a rekindled sullen mood
your arms are a heavy warmth against my waist
and your legs are clumsy giants that wrestle with mine all night
yes, this is how it feels when your cheek nuzzles the nape of my neck
and even here, your breathing rumbles like a storm rolling out to sea
Your heavy exhales compose a sensual melody as each crescendo crashes against my clavicle
I'm at the mercy of your lingering shadow
I'm the casualty of the pressure in this room
I want to stop breathing because I feel that I could make love to you
in the blackened air my hands trace out your handsome face
and place two gems for your brilliant eyes
and caress the sharp angles of your cheek
your lips were delicate so I use only my right hand
I'd give myself to you so honestly this time
but here, loneliness slowly swells your lungs
a tar that coats the lining of your throat
you are a cruel asphyxiation brought on by the mystic twilight herself
but her ruse won't last forever
I'll drift off into the sweet solace of sleep
and ponder on how you love me more
when my bed is empty, blue eyed boy
Sep 13, 2012
Sep 13, 2012 at 12:50 AM UTC
In 2019,
I want more.
Want more sunrises
More rolling out of bed with a purpose
More afternoons curled in a love seat
I want a garden
inside me and in my backyard
More friends
More nuzzles from dogs
More oceans
More allowance to make mistakes
After all, you were brave enough to try.
More stillness
More belly laughs
More love letters
More sway in my hips
Cool breeze on my lips
More looking in the mirror to see my smile
not the width of my thighs
More finding shapes in the clouds
More moments that leave me breathless
More life
All the painfully messy beautifully chaotic morsels
dripping from my chin
In 2019,
I want more.
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 11:00 AM UTC
Steam escapes the surface
Of infant mince pies.
It spirals upwards, dancing
Into the winter haze
Where headlights, opaquely visible,
Fight the fog.
The mist flurries atop the frozen pond,
Over brittle leaves, half caught.
The deer nuzzles in frosty thickets,
Searching the winter veil
For stray nut.
‘neath the tap my hands endure
The bitter cold of winter’s water;
But happily I return to my window,
And cast a gaze once more on winter Britain.
The fire leaves a smoky essence,
A homely smell.
December come.
Nov 15, 2012
Nov 15, 2012 at 2:29 PM UTC
by this man-made lake
a steady drizzle hums,
the sun, yesterday’s news
as nature’s palette turns green and gray.
staring into the gun metal sky
she nuzzles her hennaed hair
into his gandhian lap,
mesmerized by the pitter patter
she dubs, as tears from heaven.
a bow-shaped stone bridge on the near horizon,
red-eared sliders floating on the water,
the pencil thin architectural skyline,
even the floating melancholy mute swan
beckons monet to rise like the phoenix
and have a second go at whimsical life
but not me,
with a cornucopia of life-scars to show,
and a ticking clock that’s monotonously relentless,
this trip to the crease better be
the last time at bat
© 2022
Jul 2, 2022
Jul 2, 2022 at 12:49 PM UTC
White ponies grazing on a green hill
Dancing in the flowers that waltz there
The beautiful mother horse nuzzles her little pony
Lovingly
White ponies grazing on a green hill
Taking me and my sis for rides
Upon their furry backs
Racing through the wind
And faster than the rain
Quicker than the lightening
We continue to race
Upon white ponies
Which love and trust
Me and my big sister
~Marian~
May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 9:09 PM UTC
There's a raccoon inside me,
I've never liked raccoons.
He nuzzles my heartstrings when I feel worthless,
and cackles maniacally when I believe that I'm worth it.
Whenever I'm bold enough to speak he claws my vocal chords closed,
leaving me dumbfounded with an obvious lump in my throat.
I feel his grimacing face and beady bandit eyes in constant stare.
He hisses angrily when he catches me unaware,
of just how afraid I am.
His grubby paws pander to my love of cancelled plans.
I guess you could say we're selfish,
because I relish the nights spent alone with him.
And I'm positive that he does too,
because he knows I'm often too weak to leave my room,
and disdain is a dish that makes a feast for two.
I really like raccoons.
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 8:00 PM UTC
when She's kissing passion into me
grab squeeze those biscuits
when Her body's pressed so tight along mine
grab squeeze those biscuits
when She's riding into ecstasy with me
grab squeeze those biscuits
when She's bending over for whatever reason
grab squeeze those biscuits
when we're hiking/running
and She's just in front of me
grab squeeze those biscuits
when we're standing in line for whatever...
grab squeeze those biscuits
when She's wading in the waves
in THAT bathing suit
grab squeeze those biscuits
when She's lining up a putt in mini golf
that perfect **** in a mini skirt
grab squeeze those biscuits
when She's stepping out of the shower
wrapping Her hair in the swirl of a towel
grab squeeze those biscuits
when you're spooning naked after the swetest hottest ever lovemakig
or waking up
or the middle of night
or whatever hour she nuzzles your neck
grab squeeze those biscuits
when you've been married for fifty years
and you still Love ALL of Her
and She still digs your ****
She'll grab squeeze those biscuits
Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 7:10 PM UTC
Sophisticated creations created in sophistication
Humbly stumble your rocket ship upon us
Show us the ways of wisdom
The gears to greatness
Greetings from above…
Indescribably intuitive taking part of our tuition
Relaxing everybody with your percentages
Because everybody loves your mathematical mysteries mingling with minds mistaking us monitoring the minutes of our total misguidance
You guide us through that too…
Tactically tyrannical, democratically demonizing our demands
Demanding our demons
Because without the demons dictating our lusts as districts for us to be in
You are but a simple voice
Maybe so inhumanly loud and annoying
But incompetent
Powerless…that freaks you out…
Notorious nuzzles nurturing our children
Not so new of an idea
Because were used to getting
Tips of our rights smuggled through the windows you chose to open
Then smile and wave from up there
Because being like us is too mainstream
Becoming like us is an impossibility possible only when you become wood
Stiff wood
Moving around on shoulders
Standing in line on
The borders
Of dirt and human form
Following your followers with flowers on top of you facilitating your families fascinations that yes, youre gonna be alright down under
Flashback to the fudemental moments of your life
And you’ll realize
It’s when you killed the father
Suffocated the mother
Ripped the brother apart
And told the son…hey let me help you
But this is when you die…
If we all **** you in our minds youre dead
And only then…would “up there” be nothing but a shameful figure
Rather than a worshiped emblem of total **********
And only then…would we gain life…
May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 6:05 PM UTC
Steam escapes the surface
Of infant mince pies.
Spiralling upwards, it dances
Into the winter haze
Where headlights, opaquely visible,
Shine beams stopped short in the fog.
The mist flurries atop the frozen pond,
Over brittle leaves, half caught.
The deer nuzzles in frosty thickets,
Searching the winter veil
For stray nut.
Mittened song sheets conduct
a huddle of duffle coats
and frosted boots, rooted in the snow.
Sweet carols leave notes hanging
in tranquil harmony.
‘neath the tap my hands endure
The bitter cold of winter’s water;
But happily I return to my window,
And cast a gaze once more on winter Britain.
The fire leaves a smoky essence,
A homely smell.
December come.
Sep 13, 2013
Sep 13, 2013 at 2:20 PM UTC
I wrote a letter the other day.
dancing around the subject of dragonflies
I don’t speak in their language
honestly its too complicated
because I don’t speak in nuzzles
I don’t speak in love
I speak in the cold attitude of indifference
I mutter thoughts in blue ballpoint pen
To him I speak in keyboard clicks
with a snap of a twig we flip
and we are in the same room
matching cereal bowls
emptied of their contents in the sink
We speak in notches on a bed post
and a mattress on the floor
We speak in unwashed sheets
He crushes my disdain as if it were a walnut shell
and informs me that I speak in my sleep
Whatever the weather we stay at home
stare out the windows at the fairy lit wilderness
jotting down whatever concepts come to mind
he is cream rolling in peaks
smooth and whipped
poured over his duvet
as if he were cool whip on peach pie
He is my worst intentions personified
I wrote a letter the other day.
dancing around the subject of dragonflies
I dont speak in their language
but he speaks mine
even though its complicated
we don't speak in words
we speak in private displays of affection
we speak in caring closed door moments
and the texts he asks me to send when I walk home alone
To make sure I am safe
and In the end I may mutter thoughts in blue ballpoint pen
but He reads them loud and clear and responds in love
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 9:44 AM UTC
Deep inside a forest
Hushed whispers can be heard
A creature of humanity bereft
Has got the nightlife quite disturbed
Eyes as black as blood
Reflect in the moonlight
Bare feet buried in mud
A sharp smile widened in delight
Skin pitch black
Leather to the touch
Antlers on its head
A stag in its clutch
Sharp claws caressing its snout
An unusual couple
There never was a doubt
That the stag would either
Bustle, shuffle, struggle or buckle
Instead it muzzled, nuzzles, cuddles and snuggles
All the while the creature subtle chuckles
Blending into darkness
Ready to strike and attack
You can feel each others fondness
Of him and the black feathered stag
Feb 14, 2020
Feb 14, 2020 at 6:00 PM UTC
She nuzzles me as I reach for the curry comb
I gently brush her soft coat as I prepare to tack her up
she whinnies as I tighten the girth
shhh
I say.
*easy,
I'm not trying to hurt you*
I lead her out into the arena and I step into the stirrup
I hoist myself up
onto her gently curving back
I pat her neck and grab the reins
I gently squeeze her belly and off we go.
We are flying
I move with her
the gentle rhythm
1,2 1,2 1,2
pounding in my ears
and we approach the fence
As I lift myself out of the saddle
I give her a kick
and we leap
high above the ground
focused on the next flower box
and we leap over that, too
I could just keep soaring forever
but she is tired.
So I swing out of the saddle
and lead her back home
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 10:44 AM UTC
a kiss sounds a bit messy
too much saliva
the taste of breath
it’s the after-the-kiss that i like
(the before is good too)
but the after
oh
the closeness
the intimacy
the sweetness of it
nuzzles and breathless laughs and endless smiles
two people tucked so perfectly
into the gentle hollows of each other
i want it
i want to be breathless with you
noses touching
fingers brushing
two people loving
hands shake a little
tremors in the wrist
as my fingers touch
you, light as a summer mist
the feeling fills me full
this sensation of bliss
it’s so good, so very good
this lovely after-the-kiss
i would close my eyes
to just breathe you in
the points of contact:
(where i feel you)
nose
fingers
arm
waist
knees
where i feel my pulse:
(it’s everywhere, like the scent of you)
behind both ears
left side of my neck
right wrist near veins
inner right knee
arch of my left foot
under my jaw
too many places
am i dying
that feels like a possible outcome
i’ll die happy
ecstatic
in love
terrified
content
safe
and sound
so many things i feel
so many things to list
there is so much, almost
too much, about
this lovely after-the-kiss
Mar 25, 2021
Mar 25, 2021 at 2:32 PM UTC
Oh the songs my heart hums of late are new to me...alas i wish this was so. but I used to hear others hum this tune when I was smaller and rebellious, with no taste of blood in my cheek or on my collar. now my hem is ***** and worn, and fractious memories of other lips pressed to mine... can i toss these and replace them with whatever texture your ****** forestry implies? nuzzles are tasteful, when my tongue is out dear. if only a precursor, let us wander (skirtless) and fitzpleasure abounding not even gently when we combine talents and hum to the moon the new songs we've learned from hating eachother.
(i only hate you for finding my heart and for making me give it to you) but i forgive you for not being here
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 5:17 AM UTC
I love the smell of your hair after a shampoo
I love how the sound of dogs barking ruffles you
I love the sight of the scars on your hands
I love the way you try to hide your legs
I love your vampire teeth showing when you reluctantly smile
I love the way you heartily laugh at my jokes
I love the way you strum nothing into a tune
I love your random songs and play on my name
I love your hold on my hand and warmth therein
I love the hugs and cuddles and nuzzles you bring
I love the feel of your fingers against my skin
Just one more reason to show how you are endearing
The tingle I feel every time our ***** lips meet
Makes it difficult to continue working when you’re there watching
I love how you speak of Higgs Boson so intimately
No other person I know can quite grasp this theory
I love the way you play with Vladimir and Kimmy
Your kindness and concern shows, amidst playfulness, it’s so funny
I love your mean pancakes and your hot morning coffee
I love most things about you, why don’t we marry?
Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 2:16 AM UTC
Light wakes me,
A quiet reminder of the start of day.
I stretch, look over,
And melt where I lay.
The man beside me,
Still fast asleep,
Who makes my heart ache like no other...
Dreaming peacefully as he nuzzles
Closer to my form,
Settling against me,
Arms strong and warm.
"Maybe a few more minutes,"
I murmur to myself,
Curling into the man I love
And letting out a breath I never knew I held.
Jun 1, 2017
Jun 1, 2017 at 11:53 PM UTC
Describe my imperfections,
In a trained diabolical voice,
Fill in the cracks on my skin,
With tender blessed nuzzles,
Search for all the scars,
& make them tell tales,
Of me being the intermediary,
Of the constant battles,
Of angels & neighborhood demons,
Siphon blood from my veins,
Make a libation then taste,
Then tell me if it's pure,
I know I have flaws,
I don't have habits,
I have deviations,
My bones are rusting,
I have spiracles on my spinal column,
To breath the breath of the sages,
and my teeth fear the tongue,
So the wording is usually prolific,
I have hieroglyphs on my chin,
Because it's shaped like a pyramid,
My poems are imperfect,
My word-crafting is iRreGular,
Now change me if you can.
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 8:24 AM UTC
My heart... Oh my aching heart. It just sits in the palm of her hand, barely beating. I thought she loved me... With all the things we've been through, I could have sworn she loved me. I close my eyes and let the tears flow.
"I thought you loved me..." I whisper/sob, gasping for air. Why did you have to make my biggest fear come alive?
"Poor baby. It's called a lie!" She laughs wickedly and begins to squeeze my heart. I cry out in pain, trying to scoot away from all of this.
"Stop..." I plead, scratching at my chest as her fingers clamp harder around my dying heart, my breath shallow.
"Why? I never cared. If anything you bored me to death. All you wanted was attention." She says slyly, a smirk on the beautiful face I once loved. I still love...
"Why did you have to lie to me? Play me?" I cough up blood, sobbing harder.
"Because I' m not the person you thought I was, Shalimar. I want more. You were never enough. Worthless to me. You never helped me through all the **** I was going through like you thought you did. You never made me truly smile. You were always a useless B-"
That's when I wake up, my heart beating fast and sweat covering me. I look beside me and see her sleeping calmly, a beautiful smile on her lips that I know so well. I sigh and lay closer, snugging into the familiar arms I finally have back.
She snorts and nuzzles into my neck, molding into me like we used to. I close my eyes and smile weakly, falling into a lovely dream.
Sep 25, 2013
Sep 25, 2013 at 12:26 PM UTC
Feline beauty seen
In those big, round golden eyes
And her switching tail
Silky silver fur
Such an adorable face
And pretty whiskers
Hold her near my heart
Finally got a friend now
A true one indeed
Our feline kisses
Exchanged, our eyes purrty meet
Whiskers tickle cheeks
Hugging her to me
Stroking silky-fine grey fur
Jane nuzzles my nose
Blessing from above
Warms my heart with love so sweet
Only cats can give
~Marian~
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 10:56 AM UTC
She likes to be pet.
Stroked.
Held.
She purrrrrsss
When you rub her
The right way.
She nuzzles.
Bites.
Licks.
Meeeooow.
She's a good girl
But she'd make a better
Kitty cat.
Jan 25, 2013
Jan 25, 2013 at 1:10 PM UTC
As I find myself in a state of sorrow, one look from his brown eyes, lifts my spirits greatly. As he nuzzles into my embrace, the smile that plays about my features grows ever more brightly with each moment he continues to show his love. As I lean down to kiss the top of his head, his excitement for my affection and love…begins to show in his being greatly.
Copyright/All Rights Reserved Liliana Marks 2011
Sep 20, 2011
Sep 20, 2011 at 1:29 PM UTC
Before the football game we fought, today after work i was still in tears i **** you not. She wants a break and some space. Still loves me but i may be replaced. Its funny how i wouldn't eat after she said so. the smile looked so real but i have already known. kisses were real but now it may not happen again. these wounds are not to be cured, no ones there and sooner or later i sob till i begin to slur. Tears happening non stop. all this struggle now shes gone in to a new spot. I'd smell her hair when she had laid on my chest, play with the hair and lose my breath. stunned by the beauty and remind her to shut off her lights. Put your glasses away babe you may break them and im a snap chat you kisses for good night. ( left cheek, right cheek, lips, nose nuzzles, forehead muah) these tears are not stopping and now my hearts pounding. babe please lets get back, now that your gone i eat not cuz im hungry but my heart tells me howd you feel. i keeps the lights on and my glasses on the bed because it reminds me what we had. this hurts its so real. i miss your love and miss the Joyce but i fail and drown alone in these tears. Please baby imissyou and iloveyou alottle, i promise to do what i can and for sure i am as if right now no man. I am in TEARS and the nightmare and fear came true.
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 6:50 PM UTC