"osculation" poems
dear immoral,
salt
seed of
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la
ughter
enticingly, affably, salt
compassionate psychic stimulates
the pigheaded exclamation
compassionate osculation stands
glove
gives callously
equally, nonetheless, equally
quarrelsome loving glove
a persnickety longshoreman
each persnickety biochemistry
is the
longshoreman cancerous?
A ambiguous certification
a stupid symphony
leads a wizardry
a road worker.
No content,
j
us
t web,
you
r bright face
is suffered with an imagery.
Bridge operator:
agile
computation
today, randomly ordinarily
ah! A
trembling
je
we
ler
confidant loves increasingly
languidly, sociably, spontaneously
Look! A poor ***********
perpetual on my
quick
bible;
my psychotherapy roves
into a
bleeding seashore.
Oxygen
tickles beautifully
boisterous, antisocial, odorous
Look! A quivering predisposition
the
psychoanalysis's
preferably quick
psych
otherapy-
how
ebbing it is!
It has the the depression snowed ordinarily.
It repels the grin into the seashore
a
punishing scream.
Cataclysm predicts perfectly
stupidly sensually noncommittal
unchanging rambling cataclysm
in t
he
unharnessing camaraderie
a perfect board
overshadows
his youth
so
that it is contemporary
grin
quick psychotherapies
I repel quick
this punishing kennel.
The chore
into appreciated camaraderies
psychotherapies rove in it.
A ink stick:
into appreciated ca
mar
aderies
psychotherapies rove in
my own gossip.
Dogmatic, unrealistic cliff
grip
of firefly
realistically, subtly, cliff
Situationist
on my quick bible;
my paralysis roves
onto a crazy seashore.
Situationist on a
journey;
my
paralysis ambles
onto a
crazy hotel.
A equality
onto procreation kings
paralys
is
amble outside of the kings.
Buzzard: omnipotent nullification
extraordinarily, perfectly, saintly
that buzzard is ambitious
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 12:12 PM UTC
...would you let me..please??
S T, 8 June 2013
Jun 8, 2013
Jun 8, 2013 at 11:35 AM UTC
Dark waters ripple thought.
horse drawn carriage tread
voltaic wires, throbbing brain.
lorn elation until osculation
of lips dreamt nightly.
nectarous skin float
between fingers raptured.
everlasting sand blown
from ashes wrought with
doubt.
paroxysm of senses like electric eels
wreck ties bound by vituperation.
Breath like honeyed vapor,
encased rouged cheeks.
savored time in bottles, minutes
turned to minerals mined.
hours of golden flecks
splashed in synthesized
unison.
New always, love evermore.
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 5:33 AM UTC
Honey, I am vicious, I have teeth-sharp& and I foam at the mouth
sometimes my fingers shake too much when they lace with yours
(please, I hope you don't feel my claws grazing your palm)
and I spit fire into your mouth in a moment of osculation
you want me soft & pink with heaving *****
but I am hard with serrated edges you'll disembowel yourself on
maybe I'll make a home in your guts, and burrow so deep
that I'll never be found, never ostracized again
& I will be sweet, sickly so like rotting fruit left out for weeks
but you will never smell the putrefaction
because honey masks vinegar, & I've caught so many flies
that I am a swarm of my own, engulfing you and every other man
and in the night, I will be at your doorstep, howling & panting;
a sirens call, feverishly waking you from your sleep
you will answer & let me warm your bed, coiling-a Lilith in heat
teeth will befriend flesh in the friendship of the century
&I; will let you take me fast&whining;, everything you desire,
girlish gasps meeting every bone bruising ******
you will never notice, as my flesh begins to split,
and I will still feel warm to the touch
but it's only from your blood
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 4:27 AM UTC
I'm coming home to you.
Do I embrace your with a kiss, a hug, or not at all?
How do we act?
Love and passion tempered by distance and time,
I've fallen out of habit.
Doubtless, all has changed.
But what into?
I'm learning to observe natural fearlessness,
To be the fluid Ever-change.
The night blossom welcomes the moon effortlessly.
The river does not veer from the ocean.
The wind is the freest lover.
When my eyes finally find your face,
I know I'll smile,
and Together our lips will connect
In fervent osculation.
Jun 10, 2010
Jun 10, 2010 at 9:31 PM UTC
To kiss
Definition:
Touch with the lips as a sign of love, ****** desire, or reverence.
Our kisses
are much less:
they're the marks of a coward, they're a breadcrumb trail of a fake.
Our kisses
are nothing more
than the simple action of lips on lips. Osculation. A contact without feeling.
Feb 25, 2012
Feb 25, 2012 at 10:31 PM UTC
She is there and you are there,
The mood and time seem right.
Be sure your heart is healthy enough!
Know what Science brings to light.
Kissing someone like you mean it
makes hearts race as passion soars.
The work hearts do in minutes
can be multiplied by four.
They say that life is shortened
by each amatory kiss.
We work our tickers overtime
When we osculate like this.
Note I’m not urging abstinence
As that would be a crime.
Just, when kissing like you mean it,
Make sure she’s worth your time.
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 7:28 AM UTC
We see things that other females
don’t pay a tuppence to.
Like a half-burned cigarette tail,
Your osculation of deep, dense rouge—
A secret trusted only by two.
With our own hands, we mimic time
And manipulate the world you once knew.
Falling in love with a writer is a faulty design.
To your heart, we assail
With words plunked to a tune;
In your soul, with great force, we impale.
From a love-front angle of view
You might feel a tad misconstrued,
like a poorly mixed cocktail.
Ricochet from baseline to fault line,
But every time you pull through ‘cause you knew,
That falling in love with a writer is a broken design.
When we close our eyes and slowly inhale;
We hear the laughter of a family in an empty room
And unveil the retold, recycled tales.
Picturing why the dust rests less heavily on one broom,
And can smell the meal Ma cooked when they came home from school.
From the underworld and past the skyline,
We scour everything down to its last detail.
Falling in love with a writer is a grueling design.
To us, your eyes flourish like flowers in June
With lips– silky like cabernet wine.
And although sometimes we forget to say we love you,
Remember that falling in love with a writer can be a beautiful design.
Feb 10, 2021
Feb 10, 2021 at 7:17 PM UTC
The mosh pit of the dammed,
They Hunger the osculation
Of life's lingering rhythm.
Skeletal remains heave remnants
Of decomposed self at the stage
Degrading what they leech upon.
But as life throws its yearning
Descending into chaos's pit.
Flesh now bone finding no peace.
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 9:11 AM UTC
He wants her to clutch his fingers when they are walking in the vernal jaunts,
He wants her to clung him in the thundering nights and let the heat of the body pass through their breaths...
and let the breaths breeze around the necks,
He wants her to snuggle his visage to her ***** when he is in low spirits,
He wants her to speak through osculation.
He wants her to listen to his copious conversations caricaturing his life..
He wants her to be in the spree silences to experience the existence.
He wants her to run after him in the rainy raptures and let the drops of the rain strew between them...
He wants her to plop her ear upon his chest so that the reverberations of his throbbing induce the dormant to her.
He wants her to know that she is the messenger of the seraphim,
Her existence is to acknowledge her creation and her beauty and her source..
He wants her to be the spur to his work..
He wants her to embody his life...
He wants her to be the afflatus of his life.
He wants her to know that his life is to her...
He wants her to attain the freedom from the cycles of life and death with him.
That's all he wants from her but for him it is vital..
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 1:35 AM UTC
*I swore I would forget about you
that I would pick up the pieces
and move on without looking back
that I wouldn't let you see my despondent tears
you didn't want to run back into my arms out of pity
so I couldn't look back even when it killed me inside
especially when I heard your suppressed silent sobs.
I promised to move on, to find someone else
fully aware we were bad for each other
and I tried, I've been trying since but without triumph
I gave you my word I wouldn't remember the osculation
for my moods had a fatality embedded in their oscillation
it was better for us to be as far apart as the constellation
judging from how much you implored me to forget your kisses
and foolish dreams as you referred, like you being my Mrs
and I obeyed even when my heart stopped me
it was what you wanted but I'm the one terribly haunted
I promised to always look the other way when we meet
albeit it was obvious I would still see you in my mind
you made me promise to block you and forget you existed
you ensured I did it no matter how much I resisted
I've tried to fulfil all but saying I'm succeeding would be a lie
missing you is all I've done since we said goodbye
we agreed to stick to the promises and creed
but I so much regret being party to such a cruel deed
we couldn't make it together,that I know
but it's breaking my heart even while oceans apart
and I can't stop wishing we had tried to sail a little more
we were bad for each other but I'm starting
to think bad was good enough and it's startling
how will I fall for someone else when haven't
even touched the ultimate end in the abyss of you?
why should I make more promises that I know aren't true?
we agreed to never open up closed chapters
that made us weep,I feel the tears were better than laughter.
so tell me then,how should I forget the only thing that will ever count?
why should I keep lying to myself when it's clear
loving you was, is and will always be the only thing I'm good at?*
Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 5:38 PM UTC
Rolling hills, their thin translucent dust bewildering us.
Mountainous peaks lust for heavens kiss.
Eventually they miss.
Elevated by osculation, blurred by confusion.
It's an illusion
Desire muddled, disembarked by their cruel remarks.
Tired, marked.
Aegis of the sky, hiatus befuddled.
Deterioration, a manifestation of creation gone wrong.
Slowly rotting, decayed to rubble.
Watch as it crumbles.
Slips... Falls... Stumbles.
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 9:32 AM UTC
living in my skull, an eremite
destroyed by the osculation
of an ingenue apparition
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 2:29 PM UTC
Begging to graze the weeping clouds,
the ocean is leashed to the facade of horizon.
Clad in blood at twilight, precursing moonlight,
the sky garbs the ocean in its hues.
Yet, the mutual admiration is baneful,
since the osculation is destined to be an illusion.
But beneath the galaxy, when somnolence seals the world,
the ocean desires escapism and reaches for its beloved,
however, betrayed by victory, it devours the mortals,
pondering if it is demanded by requited yet unattainable love.
Apr 25, 2025
Apr 25, 2025 at 10:50 AM UTC
for a complacent second and mind on a whim,
for naught but lukewarm and intrusion to your lips,
for I am in need of response,
instead of your usual ripostes.
amidst the gusts of snow and the lights about to sleep,
my hazy heeds compliant to your gentle kiss.
and another kiss that felt for an eternity,
but lasted for a breath.
as the parted osculation filled us with miasma
of mixed curiosity and doubt and lust,
as the light touch of our foreheads was enough,
for I to play valiant of awakening my lids.
before you blemish the cold crystals of your final steps,
before my sanity drowns in stupor,
before I silence my eyes to deep slumber,
let my foolish heart feel a pang once again.
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 11:25 AM UTC