"pheromone" poems
There is something about the beauty of a woman,
it shines in the whites of her eyes,
and the pearls of her teeth,
it is in the melanin of her skin,
and the black of her hair,
it is in the warm browns,
midnight blacks,
and the pinkness of her hidden flesh,
it is in the smell of her skin,
and the natural pheromone scents,
There is something about the beauty of a black woman,
that keeps pulling me in...
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 9:23 PM UTC
You wanted a love like in the movies;
rain drenched white shirts, palms covered
in daisy pollen; I love you more than--
a phone call, long distance, your fingers
curling the telephone wire like you're pulling me
towards you
like a fibre optic pheromone.
Soundtracks of a jazz piano, and old jukebox hits,
flared skirts and Mary Jane shoes, square dancing.
But most of the time, we don't get to choose
the colour of the bedsheets. In this story,
I know you're going to leave me. I can sense
the zoom of your eyes, rolling away from me.
The lighting in the room, like the ones where something
awful is about to happen: a sad, sick orange
like a cheap sunset; the music, or lack thereof,
the way you bite your lip like you're about to
break my heart.
You look to the ground, and I know this is where
the narration will start;
*this is the story of the first time
someone broke my heart.
She's going to look up at me
and say the words,
It's all over-*
and in a jump frame
the thunderclap will mask the sound
of my heart shattering, the sob disappearing
into my throat.
You wanted a love like in the movies,
honey,
we all did.
But then the rain came, and the flowers
drowned in their beds.
You left your umbrella by the doorstep,
I hope you don't catch a cold.
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 10:11 AM UTC
The vibe of you makes me melt
But not so I can sleep
Puddle of emotions
Cannot be explained
You let me inhale
A trace of that vibe
And it's all I need
Apr 10, 2022
Apr 10, 2022 at 10:57 AM UTC
In ant populations
Worker ants are blind
Follow one another by scent
Pheromones are released from their feet
Leaving a scent trail from the next to follow
A single file line
Blindly trusting pheromones
Sometimes an ant loses the scent though
And wanders off looking for the trail
Leading the others off behind him
And if he looks hard enough
He’ll find the end of his own line
And follow the tail of a train
He created
Subsequently creating what is scientifically known as
a Death Spiral
For these blind ants are unaware
They are following the same path over and over
It does not lead anywhere
It does not lead home
Eventually they walk until
They walk no more…
Pheromone- “any chemical substance released by an animal that serves to influence the physiology or behavior of other members of the same species.”
Originates from the Greek phérein and that means to bear or bring and Hormone
Many people say that love
Is a chemical reaction
A perfect blend of pheromones
To produce attraction
Affection
And in the end reproduction
Love was
Scientifically disjointed
To fit better on a slide
Linguistically altered
To fit better on paper
But isn’t love just pheromones?
Like it is to the ants
Attractive footsteps
We blindly follow
Even if they lead us to no good
Most times Love leads us home
Leads us to prosper
Tells us where to go
What to do
To survive
Until it doesn’t…
Then our pheromone path
Leads us in circles
It leads around and around
Love can lead us in a death spiral
And if we are blind we will not step out
Step out of the path:
That winding circling path of doom
Made up of previous mistake we have made
That left attractive footsteps in their wake
Footsetps that when we go lost we again found
And now we choose to blindly repeat them
Over and over
In the pursuit of Love
Because of Pheromones
Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 6:40 PM UTC
i catch a whiff of sins lethal pheromone
allow it to seep into my passages, in, out
usurping my discretion, ensnaring my heart
it dances up the vacuum of my mind
and plants a delicate kiss, seducing my morals
i succumb to its power, too delicious to resist
and allow this corrupted spot fester to its death
by dawn it consumes my once virtuous soul
i kiss farewell to the pure cherub of my past
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 12:32 AM UTC
All Again For You- We The Kings
You were everything that's bad for me
Pheromone Cvlt - Letlive.
All the boys will grow up to be those broken men
Follow You- Bring Me the Horizon
So you can drag me through Hell if it meant I could hold your hand
Boston- Moose Blood
Bored with nothing to do, but lay around listening to Deja Entendu thinking about you..
Come Home - Tonight Alive
Laying under the light of the full moon and I would give anything to be there with you.
Drown - Bring Me the Horizon
What doesn't destroy you, leaves you broken instead
All Along The Watchtower - Jimi Hendrix
But you and I we've been through that and this is not our fate
Dreamers Disease- Letlive.
While I’m out here making history, you’re making love
True Friends - Bring Me the Horizon
Karma has no deadline
Better Off This Way - A Day to Remember
When will you act your age
The Divine Zero - Pierce The Veil
Maybe I can swim into your thoughts like your drugs do
The Other Side - Tonight Alive
I meant it every time I said I love you; And there are so many things I wanted to say, but I was a mess.
Lane Boy - TwentyOnePilots
I know a thing or two about pain and darkness; Who would you live and die for on that list
The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot-Brand New
You say you wanted a solution; you just wanted to be missed
Your Guardian Angel- Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
How this world turns cold and breaks through my soul
Cardiology- Good Charlotte
No book that I can find has the answer, a medicine can't cure the fact that I'm still yours
All My Heart- Sleeping With Sirens
I could have been better and stronger for you and me
Vanilla Twilight - Owl City
Cause cold nostalgia chills me to the bone; Oh if my voice could reach back through the past
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 2:05 AM UTC
*Lightning Enchantress & Her Diamond Absolutes,
Moaning Fluxes Of Her Satellite Pursuits.,
Phantasmal Intents In Her Indigo Silhouettes.
***** Eyes & Animatronic Bliss,
Her Cherry Lips Calling For Her Symphonic Kiss,
Inimitable Raindrops & Iridescent Perpetuity,
Condensed Laments Of Her Kaleidoscopic Sphericity,
Purple Palisades & Platinum Charades,
Pheromone Verses Of Her Propelled Shades,
Shapeshifting Reveries Of Her Hourglass Fictions,
Charming Archangels Concealed In Her Convictions,
Glasshouse Perspectives Emitting Luminescent Predictions,
Magnetic Canvas & Her Stainless Vibrations,
Her Aesthetic Amour Diffusing Amplifications,
Satirical Saga In Her Spiritual ******
Lyrical Charlatans Of Her Velvet Creativity,
Crystal Flowers & Supernatural Dreams,
Befuddled Effigies Of Her Cryptic Realms,
Her Feral Gleams Illustrating A Prophetic Queen.
- 02:32 AM -*
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 5:48 PM UTC
Defunct delightful fruits noir
The sacrosanct pheromone of death
Garnishing Hells credence table
Quailled hem and haw sate
Ilk a slew of paper tigers
With a keen prosaic veneer
Consuming vittle of Gaia
Ravishing ichor like dancing water
Spurning a chimerical somatic
Catharsis as creaking doors hang
The longest watching satorial
Flowers wilt nascent by
Tactiturn vespers.
ELEETE J MUIR.
Jun 19, 2012
Jun 19, 2012 at 4:22 AM UTC
Days are splendorous,
in the royal color wash,
and frost,
of November.
Four thirty is a burning torchlight
of reminiscence.
November,
older,
wiser,
But similar,
in the way that air,
is a rustle of crisp leaves,
and emotions that,
stretch across the horizon,
like an autumn parade.
Familiar,
in the way that,
shifting parameters of light,
invigorate and disturb.
Prodigious,
whispering of enchantment,
and it's Siamese twin,
disillusionment.
November,
That lingers like a somber melody,
or a dense beat,
hanging on the evening wind,
Whose disruptive energy,
is portentous,
of wakeful nights to come.
That shimmers,
and shivers,
and sings,
sending a mating call,
to ravenous winter.
November,
is a communicable pheromone,
am aphrodisiac,
A crescendo.
The yearly succubus,
crowned,
in her raucous display,
of jewels,
Her ingenious distraction,
as she drains the world
of warmth,
and daylight.
And I am hallowed.
November's champion,
riding the dark,
like a faithful steed.
A cowgirl about town.
An outlaw,
blown in on a strident wind,
Primed to partake,
of libation and lechery,
because I am restless,
and it is too brisk to wander.
November is distilled,
and flows like hot cider,
steaming in the faces,
of days it leaves cold.
It is one thousand proof,
and permeates breath vapor,
each small fog,
that lingers like an apparition.
Shades of November,
fettered from dissipation,
as winter,
in search of answers,
clutches at the evidence of its becoming.
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 11:10 PM UTC
Aching flesh calls
To aching flesh
Chests touch
Lips compress
Part
Wet tongues intersect
Clothing shredded into tatters
And scattered
Hesitation abandoned
Nails on hot skin
Lips leave marks on necks
A patchwork of red and pale
Never fail hips
slip inside
Two become one
As the fervor increases
Pheromone aura releases
And a story is added to the tower of pleasures
Vibrating
Pulsating
Slow rhythmic thrusting
Clasped
Grasped
Connected in four places
Pleasure painted faces
Individual palates blending
Pulling apart and separating
So that eyes can lock in ocular embraces
Unification of purpose
Invisible bonds reinforced
As tremors cascade from fluid cohesion
One thousand demons scream in the ashes of a dream,
As one, that were two, become Legion.
Aug 23, 2012
Aug 23, 2012 at 10:53 AM UTC
His scent
lingered
and so did I
I drew him in
a pheromone high
Feeling things
I'd never felt
I was high as ever
off the way that he smelt
Like labor
a nit and grit flavor
just strong enough to savor
with a hint
of old leather
there is no smell better
feeling the scent (sent)
like a love laced letter
his smell gets me high
always makes me feel better
A pheromone high
I can't deny
as long as it lingers
so will I
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 3:30 PM UTC
In the summer
I add my heat
to a city already aflame.
In the summer
my thighs are in bloom,
perfumed and bare.
In the summer
we scent one another -
just animals selecting a mate.
Twine your arms about me
slick with beads of desire
and damp against my waist.
I turn into your neck
to swallow your salt,
surviving on a simple mineral.
The others press by us
women, flushed at the breast,
treat the season as a lover.
Fanning The Times, spreading news
of their ripeness.
Lifting skirts over knees
coaxing a breeze, however shy,
to poke its nose where the furnace burns brightest.
Males stare, with naked longing.
Summer makes meals of flesh
that winter would never allow.
This city cooks us.
Steeped in our fine juices,
we exhale hot breath
ingest of a pheromone feast.
So, come, eat me!
While the old fan creaks, and blows,
wheezily, through a wet dishcloth,
and ice makes the pitcher
cry rings through old varnish.
Dizzy Gillespie
sings along with our noise,
joins in at crescendo,
and murmurs our sighs.
In the summer
melting ice on my throat
echo fingers upon me
probing and wet.
Let’s mix our heat
and burn this place down!
What else can we do
when the devil’s in town?
Jul 26, 2013
Jul 26, 2013 at 6:56 PM UTC
Twenty eight years have passed, but count up the hours I'm awake
Your Paralyzing fears harassed you, time to see just what's at stake
Raise a glass and cheers the amassed burning candles on your cake
As your regretful tears fail to mask the pain of how you truly ache
Im Alive and present in the world because I will rest less
Don't ask me what time it is, my internal clock is a mess
Anxious insomnia ever since I lay rest in the womb fortress
Experience ages you beyond the years that you will possess
Ability reminds me that the bucket list can remain extensive
Virility blinds me with a pheromone mist that can be expensive
Fragility grinds my flesh as father time's fist grows more defensive
Humility binds spirit and mind into existentialist bliss so comprehensive
I'm blessed with restless soul syndrome to be my almighty guide
Refreshing zest and vigor to accompany me after all things eyed
Even if she's the best I can't see myself settling for just one bride
So let our bodies be the board and may our waters flow high tide
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 4:22 AM UTC
O sweet girl,
you lie so seductively,
teasing,
teasing me to no end.
You push,
you pull,
every single night,
you spread things
open to my delight.
O sweet girl,
you have some serious-magic,
you're a classic lady,
your moves & thighs,
your pretty-gorgeous-eyes
& heaving *******
drive me freaking-delirious,
you constantly
put me to the
passionate-test.
O sweet girl,
I must confess,
you are a delicious pearl,
please,
let me shuck you
tenderly,
savor your fluffy treasure,
play with a feather,
I can give you the
ultimate pleasure.
O sweet girl,
guide me,
take me deep
into your vise,
make me work
for your satisfaction,
hold me tight,
I promise not to fight.
O sweet darling,
it's much much more
than just a physical attraction,
it's a pheromone reaction,
hot-action made in Heaven,
******
not neurotic.
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 4:26 PM UTC
As if ornithology was the Esperanto of poets
wishing to construct a phoneme or pheromone
to extoll the details rather than build the case.
Spinning from my orbit as you, wondering
in sparse moments cleared by rain
do birds perch along the Grand Elysee in Zaatari?
And humans, uprooted, children too knowing blood:
what mode of classification, what terms to agree on
face-to-face down those dusty avenues?
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 6:22 PM UTC
Vayu stands at the shore , with arms outstretched , shrieking wind from four corners of Earth ! Tornadic winds , vigorous , turbulent , battle of ocean and Moon , every tree racked with its ferocity ......
Parvati appears at the horizon , releasing pheromone across the waters , pulling seed to sunlight , fruit to vine , unleashing the rebirth of plant and animal ! ... Kama appears at the edge of the multitude of new tree , grass and herb , power of wind carrying pheromone dominating the air , forcing his very hand ! Love is all consuming and alive !
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 3:39 PM UTC
Scarecrow shuffles
through cyclopean tunnels ceaselessly
searching for someone
to reap
His scythe a sharp scimitar
slices through the air
like a serpents tongue scenting
for the death pheromone
Slowly someone stumbles
in a drunken stupor
a listing ship
heading to its berth
Black Cat crosses your path
unnoticed in the ***** fog
Marked now
it is certain
Scarecrow will surely come for you
poor drunkard shall not see the morning.
Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 5:35 PM UTC
I'm reading the Codex Gigas,
one hundred and sixty pounds of flesh,
black hairy tongue,
penitent Battenti sponges staining the robe with blood,
stalking through Campania.
Crushed insect nests,
a shiver up the jaw from food not had in too long.
Squashing caterpillars,
the insides squirt from their ketchup-packet bodies
in a spray of slime-neon green.
Pheromone cream drips from your ***** I gag it down,
curdled milk-paste.
When pulling the dress down, one never knows
whether you will get a paper cut,
or a gaping jaw of hairy
life.
We all live like pigs, but need to clean up to appear to live
like everyone else appears to live when we visit them.
You rob me of myself; a teacher
walks into a food bank ashamed and finds his student working there.
My life experiences pile up like broken infant bones,
fragile phalanges of famine,
until all I add up to are decades of
Holodormo,
the Killing Hunger.
You hide in the sea,
I lick your left palm.
Aug 25, 2012
Aug 25, 2012 at 9:59 AM UTC
The tiny red ant scampers
In a forest of greenish mold
Its bristly legs carrying
Biological modules:
A head with pincers
An imperceptible thorax
A swelling abdomen.
It has nothing but a laborious drive
A pheromone-induced servility
For the queen: the lazy, bloated tyrant!
The sole purpose being
The laying of eggs.
The noble red ant
Moves on to scavenge
Blind and dumb
Oblivious.
To the ruthless cycle
Of its existence.
Sep 25, 2020
Sep 25, 2020 at 11:32 PM UTC
Shes next
the one
The Bait dangled in my face
Followed her from Beetle's to Market St.
She stopped at the state liquor agent
Her reflection in the bottles
Strange and obtuse
I trail in her shadow
As she hits the main drag
She's taking potshots from the brown bag
Pitch black dress and a red purse
Looks like she just woke up
In the back of a hearse
Cunning
Taking to the street backs
Like a cat to the fence
Through the ghetto directing traffic with her hips
Her pheromone trail has me licking my lips
In the gaslamps I can make the outlines
Of her unfinished tattoos
The naked torso
the bicep
Weeping willow
I gave her a million chances
But she never answered the phone
Galvanized by a single conversation
Eyes
An itch on the frontal lobe
A fire in my chest her screams act like billows
Steel grip on the nape of porcelain
Anaconda uncoiling from the ****
Naked
I stand above her
Lying all blue lipped against white sheets
Gently
I pose and photograph her
This one's a keeper
They say I hate women
Nothing could be further from the truth
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 9:25 AM UTC
Drawing behind, her gathered black cloak ,
the night reluctantly withdraws
behind the numerous skyscrapers in the making
springing up, impatiently at various stages of scramble,
going one step above each passing day
as if there is no intention to stop,
till the day a fortress is built up around Bangalore.
Not the garden city of yore, any more
an unfamiliar painted doll, robbed of innocence,
full of malls, glass, chrome and marble pomp.
The fluorescent eyes of the city, bids
farewell to the retreating night
with which it played varied games till morn,
and wearily view the approaching daylight.
The world is changing its color, now, so fast with vigor
yet, it is just the same as ever, in essence.
A blue train wearing a white turban,
measures the bottom length of the new skyline.
As I watch, an observer of a bubble, a phenomenon
I look through the eyes of one similar,
a few million years later and see light, only light dominate.
Then, like I do, two eyes would observe and
think of eternity, the imaginary construct called time
and the interplay of black and white and the time in which both dissolve
Behind me you stand quiet, taking in my scent, dense with pheromone,
a witness on the verge of arousal, you gently caress my neck
your sharp teeth bite at my earlobes, sowing goosebumps
all through my body's landscape
Your long fingers, love to travel all my back and shoulders,
I dissolve within the present, travel down with your fingers,
your love transforms in to gentle all engulfing caresses,
that alone is real all through the ages.
I view through the eyes of the stranger,
who would see what I see in another time, in a form different
then we would have to accept, we are one and the same!
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 12:33 PM UTC
Aroma of a man.. a scent to soothe..
a smell that makes me feel close to you..
the comfort of our pillow top.. the place I reminisce a lot..
how we'd even come to be.. a perfect match.. lucky me..
desired by the the other girls.. & I'm the one who rocks your world..
I've found the one to balance my needs.. loving every inch of me..
just your scent keeps me yearning.. due to you I'm always learning..
so very gracious to share your love.. you keep me happy no matter what..
easily we all float on.. though then my world would feel so wrong..
so very strong & nurturing.. my everything so deep in me..
I never thought I could love a man.. then everyday you prove that I can..
you are the one whom I hold so close.. my medicine in the proper dose..
no matter what life puts us through.. your my favorite color in the perfect hue..
the only one I'll ever want.. my everlasting treasure..
rapid pulse.. more than excited..
meeting you.. epiphany..
linked through mind as we are in body..
a shared life.. with man who got me..
Jun 29, 2012
Jun 29, 2012 at 5:59 PM UTC