"pleasingly" poems
I spread your legs,
revealing your world to me
explore your fantasies
so pleasingly
you can hardly breathe
lost in ecstasy
your ****** climbing into me
draining me inside of you
guiding you
riding me
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 10:42 PM UTC
A gentle breeze
Forever remembered
A luscious glade
Cold under your feet
A rich blue sky
Seemingly unreal
Beautifully arousing aromas
Tasting without touch
Pleasingly soft sand
To bathe yourself in
A sensuous bed of leaves
To wrap yourself in
A pleasurably warm ocean
Stimulating your senses
Lustful love
Forever wanting
Incapacitating desire
Depriving your concentration
You lose yourself
In natures tempting ways
Seducing you to stay
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 1:36 PM UTC
I lay spread out on
My local shingle beach
Letting the pebbles
Sift through my fingers
I consider the myriad
Shapes and forms they take.
The varying rust
Charcoal grey and mustard shades
I set myself a mission
In the multitudes
That the sea brings to my feet
I will find amongst the
Copious cobbles
The ultimate pebble
Perfect and pleasingly
Quirky or smooth.
I become so absorbed by
This sifting sorting
Comforting process
A simple quest
I forget myself
And my proximity to the waves
Until i am splashed
And soaked and
Have to vow to take up
This valiant quest
Another day.
Until then I have taken
Home a few shortlisted
Candidates
And made a promise to stand up when
The winner is found
And make a little trumpet
Fanfare sound
And hold the stone aloft!
Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 6:54 PM UTC
I set my cruise on the highway and
am passed by a red AMC Eagle.
This red rusty AMC Eagle has a
wind shied covered in frost because,
I'm guessing, the defrost motor burned
up in a bakelite mushroom cloud from the
dashboard.
It is held together with duct tape
and grit. The pilot sits behind his cardboard
console ludicrously warm in winter parka,
scarf,
hat
and gloves.
I pass him waving dressed
in my tshirt and shorts.
Driving in my new, awesomely
economical car.
Four dashboard vents dump lava warm air
to keep me pleasingly toasty.
The pilot will never understand that I wave
not at his expense, but in envy. The billboard
on my right says it all,
If I have to explain you wouldn't understand.
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 3:54 PM UTC
spring's vivid carnival shall soon prevail
she'll be frocked up in the brightest attire
her floral shades so striking of detail
gardens being clad by stunning avail
flowers displaying such a colourful shire
spring's vivid carnival shall soon prevail
every aspect of the rainbow there to sail
glorious blooms that we can admire
her floral shades so striking of detail
the wow factor e'er innate in her trail
a seasonal dressing of which we'll not tire
spring's vivid carnival shall soon prevail
great visuals she'll pleasingly nail
on painting in a sensational palettes fire
her floral shades so striking of detail
seeing what the fashion will entail
we'll be gobsmacked with its garb's quire
spring's vivid carnival shall soon prevail
her floral shades so striking of detail
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 9:36 AM UTC
on my couch,
alone again,
with a cup of tea in
my ****** hands
and a book next to me,
whose pages are missing.
the pleasingly bitter taste
hits my tongue and
i am re-born again.
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 3:16 PM UTC
Warmed sand from the hot day slides between her slider toes,
Her soft delicate ankles flex so tenderly with each step,
Smooth calves pull taut with petite strength, yet so frailly,
The falling sun dances on her hip and thigh seductively,
(A woman of complete ****** power, yet seemingly helpless,
Only as fragile as the tip of the golden dagger she bares,
Her greatest power is in your pleasures pleasingly fulfilled,
For once she has you clasped then her bidding can begin,)
Widening hips well versed in shifting her gently pooched belly,
A belly, so sensual, adored with melted elemental perfections,
Colorful beads to draws eyes to skin like petals of a newly bloomed rose,
A belly that when shaking releases all your heart's troubles and woes,
(When she loves, her warmth is ten times the sun on a cold night,
But if you were to oppose her, you are the prey to the panther's delight,
She will give you everything your heart could ever desire,
A kindness that burns inside her for her lover like a bellowed fire,)
Fluid, water like hands tell a story of enchantment as they slice through air,
Caressing a ***** so supple in form, a tear drop design of sexiness shown,
Gentle and smooth as her beasts gyrate with motion as her body moves like waves,
Her hands the constant agonist starting a seductive chain reaction through her body,
(A passionate heart awaiting a love so true, searching for her warrior poet,
She controls her world with her feminine wile but craves a life that is true,
A man that values and respects her intellect, equally as much as the view,
And look into her eyes to see the beautiful goddess that await him,)
Long flowing black hair loved by the wind, teasing her curls as she spins,
The beauty of her face only second to Nefertiti, but her eyes that of a goddess,
Eyes reminiscent of a feline capturing the attention of the strongest man,
Emerald green, deep with passion like the ocean, and rival its beauty infinitely,
A dream that I see her in and long for her intimately......
Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 12:10 PM UTC
My response to you has always been focused.
This has gladly not been over looked by you.
I have become thoughtlessly biddable and amenable for you, especially in the morning light.
I am consenting, compelled yet not obliged ..........
You have discovered I am nothing but a girl from a circus.
I never tried to hide it. You weren't looking before.
Although I am a fan of amusements, fetes and even frolics, I do refrain from favoring all tricks.
My indulgence in foolery is a sport I plan to employ for a while yet.
Do I care for you to join me and see if I can defy your desire for extracurricular activities, as well as being your carer?
Is this a task a clown would pretend was a harmless challenge.
Perhaps not, perhaps so.
My roots are raw and loyal to the art of play.
I need you to know this and hold it.
A Spanish fly will not be able to satisfy my ears alone?
Sincerity can be a sharp business sometimes.
Obedience to attachment brings around a credulous familiarity thus a dependency
It could easily keep me awake to stare at many moons
It hasn't.
You have seen me stumble and look at you gingerly more than once now
You are not even delicate but you can be shrewd even when you struggle with expectation.
There is a soberness about your beauty I find pleasingly magnetic.
When you leave me alone without your mighty graze
I without question appreciate and yearn for your persuasions and rough tenderness.
Your actions maybe more savory in the afternoons
compared with your visits to my buoyant dreams but you do kindly hold open doors.
Sep 27, 2011
Sep 27, 2011 at 2:21 PM UTC
Some men have a recipe-
It is like a combination
That makes up their ideal
Which says she is gorgeous.
Such things they may itemize;
A face that is angelic,
With eyes that are lustrous
Full lips of pure seduction,
A voice that is musical,
And hair that falls pleasingly,
It is a child's attitude
That says things make somebody.
I need no such formula
For in you I discovered
A heart that was beautiful;
Which the made me realize
That your face is radiant,
Your eyes are dark mystery,
Your voice is a symphony,
Your hair flows down gracefully,
And your lips are perfection.
I found your heart wonderful
And then I found everything
That a man could desire.
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 3:25 PM UTC
A voice came in from
The deep blue sea
From a ghostly old
Sea dog lost at sea
I was to carry his voice
I was to be thee host
To find his lady who
Lived once on the rugged coast
Many cliffs I willingly climbed
With a wide smile on my face
Till I came to graveyard
A sweet quaint old quiet place
There was once his widow
His wonderful beautiful bride
I relayed his voice to her
Now alongside her,he now lies
When I visit the seaside
And look pleasingly out to sea
The voice of thee old sea dog
Says thank you to me.
Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 7:44 AM UTC
I set my cruise on the highway and
am passed by a red AMC Eagle.
This red rusty AMC Eagle has a
wind shied covered in frost because,
I'm guessing, the defrost motor burned
up in a bakelite mushroom cloud from the
dashboard.
It is held together with duct tape
and grit. The pilot sits behind his cardboard
console ludicrously warm in winter parka,
scarf,
hat
and gloves.
I pass him waving dressed
in my tshirt and shorts.
Driving in my new, awesomely
economical car.
Four dashboard vents dump lava warm air
to keep me pleasingly toasty.
The pilot will never understand that I wave
not at his expense, but in envy. The billboard
on my right says it all,
If I have to explain you wouldn't understand.
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 1:56 PM UTC
The Nile Delta
Dark, Irish Gwendoline found the gown
so pleasingly exotic
Fred’s pigeons
My ***
Me stout in paint.
Tomorrow
Gwen lolling wonderfully naked
The *** tall - enormous
Sitting, Fred’s proud hound
Ancient Greece, with
no ******** pigeons
.
Apr 26, 2010
Apr 26, 2010 at 3:30 PM UTC
(a quid pro quo plug for zaftig women)
women that tip weigh ling needle to spin vicious circle
akin to puppy chasing her/his tail
or require digital scale,
at the extreme alt right registering heavy
ba Jill 'en Jack knifed pail loads
whether young or old ought to be appreciated
not waifer thin self starved as a rail,
instead they suffer unfair injustice
like a trapped quivering quail
thus this fatalistic, generic,
and holistic landlubber
wanted to point head lee
hammer home one secure
heterosexual ******* stronger than
omnipotent Marcy's Playground
weather beaten pail
Trent Reznor's sixty 9 inch rust free steel nail
into the coffin of bias
against bevy of beautiful babes
within the mind of this male,
who inherited genetic predisposition
for being average, hearty and hale
yet feel compassion for those engaged
in an ongoing with battle of the bulge,
hmm... perhaps hiding ample *****
akin to milky sopping wet grail
or accepted unequivocally themselves
without envy of lithesome women,
who seem to possess flair with nary a flail
yet possess much love to avail,
and tis wise to love oneself unconditionally
despite premium aesthetics considered svelte
which mass media accentuates de facto spelt
definition of femininity aka runway models
donned in faux animal pelt
whose deliberate self exhibition
prompts madding crowd of man
to waggle tongue with slack jaws
as if ready to melt
or at instantaneous signal telepathically felt
drop drawers upon removing blackbelt.
Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 6:03 PM UTC
You hum a song inside of me
Just before the break of dawn
Spilling amber rays onto the morning water.
You light a bonfire in the middle of my chest
where legends melt into nothingness
where time bends and makes way, like the wood writhing in fire
In the steam that rises, you become one
with the teller of tales, the heat of my desire,
the ticking clock, the withering mud
Until again the fire dies
and the daylight settles down like dust.
You walk into this valley wet in fog
And ****** the life out of my body
I recognize you, the scent of your soul
The way your eyes look pleasingly at mine
Like a nightingale singing for her lover
Walking him into an eternity
where the tall blue mountains sleep.
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 12:48 PM UTC
Every moment of a
sunset is pleasingly
different, as is my
love for only You
Every moment of life
which passes by, are
full of seconds of
change its true
But unlike some things
which could possibly
change from better into
something worse
His love will never
lose it value but
will steadily grow
in its priceless worth
For even if it changes
each day, the tender
warmth of His love
remains the same
And because He cares for
every one of us, it will
cleanse many hearts of
their pain
The strength of His
love lies in spiritual
power, a holy essence
which will never fade
His love is powerful
in its nature, which when
received in our hearts
will always stay
...for He is eternal love.
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 5:55 PM UTC
A cry for help in a helpless city
Beneath the rocks is the vibe of many
Can’t expect to see things change
Have to accept that I am strange
Continuing on with my own life tasks
Forgetting that all I want to be known
The idea’s that can’t be seen without masks
Hiding the that we are together alone
Together alone; is what we are
Together alone; it’s what we are
Keep losing and you’ll doubt
Keep lacking and you’ll feel
That your knowledge is only of the known
Seeking for the unkown
In all of us can’t we bring
The control of feelings
It’s when I’m like this
To comprehend my line
So far gone from the strips of teaching
No rules
A particle in the ocean
Others touching
Others leaving
Others sticking aside
To see in their own way
On How we collide
No proof
No fact
But we think
That along we can ride
It’s when I’m like this
No words can express
To pin point success
Shaking from not being able to explain
I am alone
I am crazy
My art ***** pleasingly
I laugh at my desperation
I cry about my satisfaction
Vice versa
And beyond
Cleaning up my head locked bind
If you can comprehend
Then you can understand in your own way
Hopefully you do.
Out connection is my quest
Psycho-delic
Such a silly name
But I can’t
Recall another game
I don’t even
I love and I hate
Disconnected fate
U know who you are
But not what your apart of
From always knowing me
This place I cannot see
I can’t ever wright enough.
My writings will loop again.
Such shame.
But every coin has a different perspective
I am psycho-delic
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 10:31 PM UTC
Why do we write?
We pour our hearts and souls
onto paper-flowers
for no one to read.
Make sticky, saturated imagery
about a sweet summer song.
And wish
that the words
will make the flora and fauna
of the concrete wall
that is our life,
grow.
Or to bask in them
as glorious sunlight,
and lap them up
like sweet nectar
for the soul.
The Artist
hangs his work proudly,
on the wall.
The Poet
hides his,
in the top draw of his desk.
Underneath old essays
and postcards for places
he yearns to visit.
Does this make them any less,
beautiful?
To take words,
and arrange them pleasingly,
on the page.
After all,
they are for no one,
just me.
Oct 31, 2011
Oct 31, 2011 at 1:53 AM UTC
"You who are the Source of all Power,
whose rays illuminate the World.
Illuminate also my Heart,
so that it too can do your Work."
- Gayatri Prayer
...and so Alas, for all along the way
binding Vision with naïveté
spritely skipping as whilst tripping
blinding Truth in night-less day.
though I raise my Palm in promise
I'm as raptured as the rest
uprooted as the lute to lip
charmingly disarming
as the sounding Sirens drip...
the Nectar,
flowing freely from the Fruit
above the Vine, below the Root.
...so may your Wine flow pleasingly & plenty, drunken Bliss upon the Earth
appealing to the healing of All intrinsic worth.
Like the flower, in it's hour of unfolding
bursting Blossom lips
upon the Altar, pierce my Heart fully open, as the Sun and Moon eclipse.
So through this selfless sacrifice,
release the pains of worldly strife.
...and may the Truth bless us Be
within this briefly Mystic blink
in our Moment of reflection with the Universal wink.
I raise my Cup to thee All ~Cheers!!!!
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 1:21 PM UTC
The smell of your leather belt was comforting--
rich and almost plastic-y, smooth with round notches ingrained
how many times have I fallen asleep on your stomach
lulled by bubbles and pops quarreling beneath the surface
your voice rolling through your legs, thick waves, I'm
hearing you through layers of mud and my ceiling watching
your big feet, awkward and knobby like hobbit toes
I'm trying to picture this in my mind so it stays, just
the other day I felt your hands for minutes on end to be sure
I knew the texture of your hair as well, soft in the back, abrupt before
your neck, the smell of you too
Pleasingly dank as if your dresser was wet, soaked in laundry soap and Yves Saint Laurent
soft against my lips as if I could roll them back and forth under your ear
pretending I'm only breathing but I'm teasing
and crying, you're leaving for
new mexico
Aug 8, 2012
Aug 8, 2012 at 12:07 PM UTC
A beautiful girl
Pleasingly and teasingly
Naughtily and saucily
Wooingly and cooingly
Playfully and seductively
Puts her clothes back on
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 2:40 PM UTC
Sadly the Kingdom has awoken
to a doomed dark Sunday-
Like the spirit in the wind,
the king arose with wings of
a majestic dove. Prayers
are endless, dark clouds
casting a sea of nothing.
But by the sheer luck the doomed
kingdom will not despair,
with demise, shall be named,
unmarking deter flowing
deep in the depth of the
sea, muddle by betrayal-
the people, the kingdom,
the palish face of his queen.
Dumbfounded by sheer shock.
To remember he, not to
quick and settle on
appearance, not pleasingly
to the queen's eye, granting
respect for respect
shall be received. Wisely
they have kindly, with
the queens gestures, it was
array that he who follows
in the kings footsteps,
shall wear the crown of glory.
From its people. Mystified,
in the silent house, gazing
at the reflection of a
mirror, at a palish face.
Alone by the sudden overtake,
panic dwells within, the
people shall receive their
new King. The desert shall
rain in the spirit of his
presence. Now he's all but
a legend.
Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 5:34 PM UTC
You're intense as Einstein
as you brush that brush to
make some fanciful line
You're one of my ancestors
and I am proud of your kind
The designs you find
come directly from your mind
Designs garishly entwined
Shapes pleasingly sublime
You daub and lob
-a ******* intact-
While we observe with awe
your very talented knack
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 12:11 AM UTC
Let our memories be as gravestones;
we’d have traded in marriage certificates
for graduation certificates- place on top love and roses
Roses and tears, have gained the sweetest refrain
oh darling, forever entwined shall we always remain
Pleasingly chiselled marble slabs
every piece of our love story lettered in gold
Death makes us shrouded sleepers; beings barely
warmer than the essence of life and truest love
Love is to sacrifice self, with no intention of gain
the love ballet it is; dancing as heads of concrete bodies
I’ll lead ahead, the way into Heaven if I must go first,
as you always mattered more in the first place
Dead beneath all of our loved ones, still in an afterlife
we will live to fall in love again…
Aug 8, 2024
Aug 8, 2024 at 12:28 PM UTC