"perkiness" poems
The froth on your perkiness
took me to the brink.
And ya know,
I think I like this,
kissing you in this hot bath,
a tub full of bubbles.
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 7:12 AM UTC
If tomorrow didnt begin with that perky sun again,
If tomorrow like me,
Stayed in bed and didnt open its eyes.
Would I not be tomorrow then?
I could be tomorrow,
as tomorrow could be me.
Perkiness would go out the window
Frivolity would go down the drain
All that would remain
Is the sulky little child sitting on the window sill.
Staring at the darkness outside,
smirking,
For he has the sun in his Fist.
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 4:15 AM UTC
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.
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 6:38 PM UTC
i don't want to look like
aunt rosa's grandmother
who no longer wears
a bra
but a ***** sling
a holster
built strong enough
to keep boulders
from dropping out
the sky
every morning
she would
bend over and
pour herself a D cup
then
lock them tightly
on the third rail
and pray that the
2 convicts
didn't take flight
in the middle of
the day
i try to prevent
gravity from
stealing
the perkiness
my lover loves
every time i take a deep breath
and they point guiltily at him
but
no matter how much
support i've crossed
my heart with
gravity
pulls and stretches
my new bra
till the straps
tether and my cups
runneth over
spilling onto
on to the reality
of the hard
cold floor
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 8:29 PM UTC