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Mahdiya Patel Jul 2015
And in darkness she was most comfortable, it was where her demon friends came out to play/
it was where her notions and reality combined to create this prepossessing paradise
She is fond of sunsets,
yet prefers sunrise.
She cares about the weak heart,
yet is uncaring about her own.
She is surrounded by devils,
yet manages to find angels.
She is kind all the while,
yet mean at times.
She is faithful to the windy winter,
yet admires the soft summer.
She is passionate about her love,
yet apathetic in an irregular manner.
She is roughly foreseeable,
yet effortlessly unpredictable.
She is able to be whole,
yet unable to have a piece.
She is easily melted by the fire,
yet controls the tough cold core.
She lives in her own fantasies,
yet awaits an unpoetic reality.
She is a prepossessing paradox.
- Aishwarya Kulkarni
the air was filled with scented candles,
giving the room a red glare
featuring the sweet aroma of her perfume and my shower gel;
we were surrounded by nothing but white walls and blood-like roses that were aesthetically spread on black satin sheets

a once silent atmosphere
quickly transitioned
into a room full of light moans and groans;

we stood in the midst of it all,
lip-locked and engulfed in each other's arms.
she slipped my shirt above my head
and i unzipped her fitted red dress,
watching it drop from her body, onto the ground
discovering nothing but  an alluring bare body underneath.
her upper frame was prepossessing
and it took me a while to regain my sense of awareness.
"this is mine, all mine."
i felt like her thoughts mimicked mine
since we both gave the same smirk at the exact time.

we ended up on the bed sheets,
scattering the roses in our wild venture.

light pecks
quickly turned into deep french kissing
featuring hip caressing
and as my ******* grew
her wetness seemed to become more immense.

light bites
turned into a twilight ****** season
and a trail of purple blooms
trickled from her neck
to between her *******
straight down to her navel.

foreplay was always essential
so i tantalizingly used my tongue
following the flowery trail.
somehow, i got sidetracked
and ended up caressing her left breast,
then the right
and my mouth and tongue seemed to
be enticed by the stiffness of her *******
as they pleasurably tortured them with flicks and twirls.

her moans became louder
but i was unsure if she was ready.
as my mouth and tongue continued their torture,
my hand took a trip to somewhere warm and wet;
i stared her deep in the eyes as my hand slowly explored her walls.
i watched every little moan,
but mid-moan
my lips found their way against hers
and my tongue found itself once again
dancing its sensual dance with hers.

i pitched a bit at the sound of my belt buckle dropping to the floor.
i was left vulnerable and my ******* sprung to life,
pulsing as her soft hands caressed it,
forcing me to succumb and lean back,
giving her the power to do as she pleased.

as i lied there with
my back on the sheet,
my head on the pillow,
and my eyes closed,
i felt her warmth hovering over me
and again, her hand tightly
but comfortably gripped around my *******.

she leaned over me,
whispering sweet serenades in my ear;
the warmth of her breath and the slight touch of her tongue
gave me goosebumps.
it was obvious she realized the effect she had on me
because she repeated it over and over,
ear to ear.
suddenly i felt her teeth sinking into my skin,
sending a mixture of painful
yet euphoric sensations
throughout my body.
she tantalized me with the same purple blooms
but she traveled past my navel
onto the head of my *******.

the twirling of her moist tongue
gave me the impression that i had died for a split second.
i was far from a submissive but i allowed her some play-time
as she continued her pleasurable torture of tongue swirls.

her time was up.

i parted her thick but soft hair and slipped between her soft lips
which she already had wet for my arrival.
with slow twirling hip movements,
i repeatedly made an entrance and exit between her lips,
sometimes greeted by the tantalizing feel of her tongue
sending me off the edge.

things got heated and she pushed herself back,
parting her thighs,
looking me in the eyes and biting her lips.
the view was one to make any grown man succumb.
i crawled over,
playfully nibbling at her toes
up to her inner thighs,
leaving yet more purple blooms;
with each one,
i witnessed an exorcism
as her eyes rolled back and her eyes became more lustful
and her body seemed to crave me more and more.

sweet sweet pink matter.

my tongue found itself trailing along the inner parts of her *****
then circling and flicking her **** tortuously.
i felt her feet and hands
wrapped around my neck
suffocating me in the sweetest taste and aroma
and as i struck my final flick,
i ****** up her ****,
sending her to her ******,
as she clung onto my head as her body
repeatedly ****** and became tense.

it was time.

i found myself against her ear,
"are you ready princess?"
she nodded and my lips locked with hers
while my hands made their way down to her *******.
my *******, now pulsing vigorously,
found itself between her legs,
with tip at her entrance;
she began to let out slight moans and screams but
my kisses served as a suppressor for that.
my tip and shaft both made it's full entrance and
not even my lips could deter her screams now.
"should i stop my love?"*
she nodded no and
i felt her hip movements starting to matching mine.
with each *******,
her grip became tighter and tighter.
i felt her grasping onto my ***,
bringing me in deeper and deeper.
i felt my ******* soon succumbing  to the
wetness and tightness of her grip
then she whispered she's ******
and i found myself lost between her legs
and lost in a world of euphoria and relief.

(d.b.d.)
I guess this is one of my many fantasies..at least one of my 'vanilla' fantasies ;)
In my hour of childhood
I was simple-hearted and free.
The notion of existence
Intricately confounded me.

The true nature of my essence
Was not of my discerning.
To be—right here and now
I did not find such concerning,

If existence is a concept
Then I am the spawn of chaos.
Truly, those of lack of truth
Cannot bear what is definitively best

Existence is brief, and life is a flower
Prepossessing and free, but gone in an hour.
This was my cognition set
In a world consumed with children's life bets

There is nothing in my trials,
Nought in my sentimental thought
Nothing in my possession, not at all within pure dreams
That has the strength to restore my blessed, beloved simplicity...
Amanda Jul 2014
Beautiful is something we either never take enough time on, or always take too much.
So *******, with a pearly white smile on my face.
Because today, I will write about something beautiful, and I will remember the way it begins with the letter “you” or “why” or “you are the love of my life.”
And you are, there is no will, there is no way, of denying such solidly factual things.
But lightning never struck twice in the same place where I come from, and if we grew up in the same neighborhood, it might be easier to understand.
Pretending that love is just a thunder storm, and flickering lights are just temporary, is nothing but a permanent thought.
And you are tattooed right on my brain stem.
So if you are going to take me in your right hand and pull me close and let your eyes fall slightly until our lips are doing the same
please think about how many storms have turned into hurricanes
and how many hearts a hurricane can ****.
I know, this was supposed to be beautiful.
But mainly, beautiful things have to be truthful.
And the truth is not always pretty.
But you are breath taking
I think that is why there is still an ocean between us
but I am willing to drown.
Vaishali May 2018
The stars hung low that night
To hail the girl who sat on the rooftop
Of a filthy run down cottage
At the end of the 'Homeless Women' lane

Her knees were scraped with callused fingernails
That bled against the chips on the wall she had climbed
To watch those pretty little things shine
And sigh with wonder against the solitary night

The emptiness in her stomach growled
But her wild eyes devoured the moon
Maybe the night resembled her tattered black dress
And stars were just despicable holes in the fabric of sky

Greasy auburn hair hung limp against her skimpy frame
Not many would find beauty on that haunted face
But there was a prepossessing in her pain
The way she never truly had things to lose
So she loved everything we seldom bother to.

It was a cold night on a full moon
The homeless girl breathed her last atop a red roof
No one remembers a slovenly girl with wild eyes
A homeless girl who died in her true home,
Her personal paradise.

Maybe she was only fifteen
But not many can claim
They've worn constellations on their body
Maybe she found her peace
And landed the stars while we were asleep
Maybe the way she died
Is the way most of us fail to live
Maybe we should love the way
A homeless girl once did.
Renai Oct 2018
O' prepossessing garden

for you resemble my youth,

an innocence I no longer bear.
Thank you for taking the time to read this!
nicholas redden Feb 2012
shaving my skin with that dry old razor i wont talk no i wont even scream
shave my mind and maybe ill be happy again
shave my words shave them down until maybe they make some beauty
shave my thoughts and maybe you'll find some sense  
shave my soil shave it all away and ill be your slave
shave my feeling and maybe you'll feel like me maybe for a minute
shave my face shave my brows shave my hair
shave me down all that i am
shave no cut. cut deep into me with that razor blade
stripe me of my flesh warm and still strong you can have it  
stripe me of my brain still ticking and prepossessing still electric
just don't
have what you want but don't take my friend please don't.
Poppi Mae Jan 2014
Am I

beautiful
adjective
1.
pleasing the senses or mind aesthetically.
"beautiful poetry"
synonyms: attractive, pretty, good-looking, nice-looking, pleasing, alluring, prepossessing,
as pretty as a picture;

to you?
Sarah Xander Oct 2017
She was 25 years young.
and beautiful

beautifulˈbjuːtɪfʊl,ˈbjuːtɪf(ə)l/
adjective
pleasing the senses or mind aesthetically.“beautiful poetry" synonyms: attractive, pretty, handsome, good-looking, nice-looking, pleasing, alluring, prepossessing, as pretty as a picture; More of a very high standard; excellent." he spoke in beautiful English”

She made everything feel temporary
my problems
my fears
my thoughts
my love
She was just amazing, wonderful even
She had dark, tousled hair, and the most beautiful eyes; I got lost in them every chance I got
They were brown eyes, but **** they were mesmerizing
They would glow in the light and I couldn’t help but fall into them
She had the most Delphic and inimitable tattoos that I’ve ever seen on one single person, they decorated her porcelain skin perfectly and poetically.
I liked times where we would just lay, with our feet tangled together and I would trace one of the tattoos and she would reminisce about it and the experiences she had during that time in her life.
Her knowledge amazed me, she always kept me on the edge of my seat with her stories
Her voice was one of the things that captured me, her melodies and her lyrics. She knew I loved jazz, we would go to record shops and we would scope for the good ones and at times I would stop to look over at her and she’ll be staring at me. I complained but god knows I loved it. I loved her.
I loved the times when she would walk over to the single window in the cheap motel that we stayed the night or two at, and she would light a cigarette and scold me for being around the smoke; but she would cave and hold it up to my lips and she would look me in the eye as I cough the smoke up.
Those were the time I loved
They were the times I lived for

She would always tell me to not love her
That she wasn’t worth my innocent and tender love
But I disagreed
Time and time again
She was everything I wanted but didn’t ******* deserve
But what significance are all these words coming from a sixteen-year-old, who is now learning and experiencing life?
It was bound to end.
Evynne Apr 2013
Your shadows cast down on the lonely spirits
Bringing with them intricate visions
And emitting longing desires
With searing memories that are cutting but so prepossessing
Residing between the clouds of the evening and the curtains of the dawn
You are both mysterious and majestic
With the moon as your crown
The stars as your wealth
And silence as your robe

You gaze with eyes
Open and wise
Into the universe above you
And see all of the depths of life
You listen with ears
Sharp and careful
To the sighs of desolation that flow ever so quietly
From the ever wakeful souls and the ever restless minds
You whisper with lips
Soft and sanguine
Into quiet rooms
Bearing peaceful slumber and secret dreams
With hands
Mystic and powerful
You close eyelids gently
As you guide hushed minds and aching hearts
To a world more kindly than our own

Lovers get lost in the folds of your dark and endless ensemble
And the lonely-hearted weep at your feet
You feel their unfading longing and despair
And lull them with your soft sounds and quiet presence
You are a friend of lovers
A consoler of the lonely

The minds of poets stir at your forthcoming
And hearts of prophetic stature awaken
As imagination and inspiration are both
Born and nourished under your guidance
You are a monarch to the poets
A vision to the prophets
A confidant to the thinkers
Ever so tragic
But ever so beautiful
You are home to the intellectuals and the visionaries
The writers and the artists

Over time you have revealed your secret purposes unto me
You have transformed my fear of the darkness into tireless trust
With your magic fingers you touched my mind
And my thoughts poured out in stardust
And flowed like a river beneath the moonlight
You kissed my spirit
Became my most trusty companion
You accompanied me in times of joy and in times of sorrow
You caressed my cheek and kissed my forehead
We grew closer and closer
Until we became one in and of the other
For within my dark self there are twinkling stars
That scatter passion throughout
And within my heart lies a struggling moon
In which doubt surfaces with the dawn
And comfort envelops me as the evening retreats
You awakened my soul and instilled peace deep within
I am covered with a veil of mystery
Given unto me from your own mysterious shroud

I, too, am a night
Quiet and profound
Yet fettered and unruly
Strong and exalting
Wise and amiable
Yet cryptic and capricious

For there is no real beginning to my darkness
And no real end to my depths
Anggita Nov 2015
You
You, a prepossessing rhapsody
beguiling in a sincere
bursting my day with melody
though you are in a silence

It's such a pleasure to hold
you, within an utter buoyancy
with you, I am literally told
not to rely on certainty


You, a vivid exquisite
I admiringly adore
with such a solemnity.
Makayla Jane Oct 2018
There's a girl
Who I've never seen before until last week,
She passed me as I was working the cafe -
The perfect natural shade of red-orange hair;
****,
Her hair was enough to make me fall in love and go crazy over her
Her messenger sling bag over her left shoulder
Thick homemade cloth headband keeping her hair pushed back
I wondered if her name was Autumn
It should be,
Her ravishing hair would make it all fall together perfectly
And I never thought I'd see her again,
But I did

After I closed up she was waiting outside of her next classroom
I told myself it was just pure coincidence,
But I saw you yet again Miss

Friday I was working the coffee cart making deliveries
And I stopped
Only to see you come down the stairs,
A few seconds of uncertainty rang through me
I could only tell by your hair
But at that moment,
You wore a long cardigan sweater with a hood over your head
And as I started to look away slightly disappointed it was as if you heard my mind;
Your hands came up grasping the edge of the cloth
As you swiftly flipped it down;
I never knew
Such a simple action could be so magical and graceful until then
I saw you in all your elegance
And my heart raced;
Such a prepossessing creature

Love tell me,
Why are you so **** gorgeous?

I remained staring at you,
Smiling like a ***** as other people saw me and passed,
But you kept walking away
Your back to me and knee-high boots clicking away
Madam,
Is this still just a coincidence?
Or is this now destiny for us to meet?
This is about a girl who I think is really hella cute and I want to try and talk to her but I'm scared to lol.

Feel free to share revision ideas :)
Kalarav Apr 2016
Flowing, gentle water by the sand and silt.
Glowing moon reflected by the river.
The splashes and  the soothing waves,
like music to the ears.
The voices of crickets.
Cool breeze  pushing her hair off her face.
Sand and stones pricking her soft palm,
feet dipped in water.
All worries forgotten, washed away,
as she sat by the river side,
gazing up, towards the heavens.
While everybody was fascinated by the city lights,
she wondered about those twinkling things in the sky.

A calming presence, away from the crowds.
A prepossessing sight she'll never forget.
Nocturnal hours by the river.
The beauty of life captured in a few moments.
An admirer of the Creator, she is.
Steven Hutchison Apr 2014
Des Moines
Monks
Filthy knees from fresh plowed earth
When Jesus spoke of the least of these
This is where he meant
Windmill shadows unassuming
Tickled by forgotten trains
This quiet soul is full of gardens
Growing everything but up
Content to work for working’s sake
Habits sweaty and faded blue
Here is a life lived by the sun
For prepossessing daughters
Here is a life in solitude
Outside the reach of urban wake
Where God has called apostle farmers
Their harvest is a silent one
Overalls and liturgy
Parables they will reap
Sowing seeds in humble penance
The earth their common creed
kristen wilson Feb 2015
I remember when your favorite thing was to love me.
When you couldn't wait to hold me.
When your heart longed for me
But one day the light was gone
The prepossessing light that gleamed
In your eyes filled with galaxies

I look up at the sky
Tiny dots emitting light
Amongst nothing but
Blank space
Outer space

I see distant heavenly souls
Across the void of our galaxy
Distant light traveling millions of miles away
In some predestined way to reach pmy mind

I can't comprehend the complexity of this universe
I can't fathom the vastness of it
How insignificant I am to all of it

Without you I was lost in it
Tangled in all the possibilities
Sure that you would save me
Waiting for you to save me
from the catastrophe
Building in my mind
Meanwhile, you were lost in someone else

While I was stuck in the same spot you left me
Wondering what it was that I didn't have
What was so different
And yet again I felt insignificant
As if I was staring out in the vastness
Of an empty space
Again

You don't know the ache in my heart
Every time I repeat the toxic phrase
painfully over and over
As if I was saying it for the first time
"It's alright if you stay forever with me.
and it's alright if you're waiting on something else"
But if you know,
if you know
that what we have is real;
then it's alright if you love me.

-k.w
Bee Sep 2018
He was bound to the skies,
She was tied to the seas.
They spend their lives apart yet,
the way they glimmer at the horizon is prepossessing
Evynne May 2013
I feel like a monster holding a flower in the cup of my hand
So tender, so prepossessing
Before you came into my life, I feared nothing
But now, now, all I fear is myself
And in all honesty, I am so afraid
I don't want to crush you
I don't want to promise anything I cannot keep
But I can assure you, I will be everything I can, for as long as I can
And I can only hope that is enough
I know you are so willing to love, and I know you probably won't like to know that I cannot surrender to love
I am terrified of the words, "I love you"
But I want this
I want you
I want us
I want this with every fiber of my being
I want to be able to love you
Give me time, for I am more damaged than you will ever know
I need time to heal
The only thing I ask from you is your patience
You are so wonderful and I know you do not deserve to put up with someone as broken as I, but never leave
Don't give up on me darling, please
Jess Mar 2014
Get lost in the garden of my lustrous thoughts
Drown in the sea of my aesthetic touch

I'll have you feeling high without snorting a line

Dive into my sternum and climb down between my ribs
Lay down in the valley of my prepossessing lips

I'll have you feeling high without snorting a line

Have the audacity to trace every scar engraved on my disordered skin
Caress the strands of my hair and let your fingers and thoughts get lost

I'll have you feeling high without snorting a line,
high without snorting a line.
This is the poem about itself
In a futile attempt at meta cognition
Why would a poem detest its own self?
Why bother discerning purpose beyond all else

Why do I consider myself an anathema
When others behold and perceive me as beautiful
I'm devoid of a body to do anything dutiful
Nothing prepossessing, not even a cuticle


For what, after all, what role do I play
In a convulsive storm of life each grim day
Bleak—the subtlety of shame, agony of dull pain
Haunting me! What less may I speak

I constantly ponder my creator's reason
For penning me in that malevolent season
Was I evoked by boredom or pain?
My consistency only denotes dismay.


This is the poem about itself
Ruminating the hell of all hells
A poem of darkness, perplexity too
What is my meaning, why?—I now ask you
Wrote this with my best friend. Her stanzas are in italics(:
Travis Green Oct 2022
Your stylish summery strikingness is
So especially spectacular and cherishable
Tender touching lovingness
Unforgettable, heavenly, and fresh-cut lover boy
Playful, tasteful, and creatively breathtaking amazingness

Your machoness is a dope kaleidoscope
Of marvelously astonishing wonder
Your sensational-worthy hazel eyes
Are a flaming language of all-embracing
And amorous enchantment

Your lips are a contagious flavorous wonderland
Superabundant in very extraordinary
And enjoyable wonderment
Your physically prepossessing physique
Renders me speechless every time I check you out

Such sexually attractive beard hairs
Showy mustachioed Romeo
I love the way your swagger shines bright
How you move and position
Your ideally bewitching, unyielding limbs
You are an entrancingly dreamy and manly delight
I concede to your deep endless stupendousness
Travis Green Oct 2022
Slither your skillfully sprightly hands
All over my irresistible and teasable flesh
Caress my full, massive chestnuts
With your wild, delightful tongue
Stroke my long and rock-hard hot dog
Console it, ******* it, make my emotions float
Blow spit all over it, intimidate me
With your ferocious macho dopeness

Make me yield to your heavy, steady, and
Showstopping thunder
Make me embrace your aggressive
And perpetual *******
Your brutal, immersive, and universal hotness
Your exclusive, succulent, and rude moves
Grip my bangingly bodacious buns
Smack them angrily

Play with my tasty *******
Throw me in your ***** muscle-bound jail cell
Take away my manhood
Give it me **** good
Soothe my delectable jelly thighs
Slide your ***** and savage screwdriver into my tightness
Give a mind-blowing pound down
Push harder in my wetness

Be my sexually prepossessing predator
My aesthetically pleasing punisher
Threaten my homosexualness
With your strikingly flaming litness
Give me your entire towering virileness
Peck the nape of my neck
Kiss my appealing and sweet-smelling spine
Rub my hot, soft, and exposed shoulders

***** my heavily stacked flabbergasters
Squeeze my ***** wet crests
Speed up the pace
Let me indulge in your violently sinewy inches
Your handsome yummy masculinity
Smell your high-quality desirableness
All over my steamy glistening skin
Put it on me, my astonishing crash-hot Zaddy

Make my world answer to your radiant penetrating entrancingness
Stare at me with your wickedly bewitching
And commanding brandy eyes
Untouchable red-hot muscleman
Your gorgeous hairy immersivity
Has me undeniably drunk on your crunkness
Sheer high-spirited perfectness
You are so ******* worshipful

So ******* badass
Every fraction of your fetching finesse
Such a beguilingly bright and inviting kryptonite
Your adrenalizing, shining powerfulness mesmerizes me
Dark, bearded, and charismatic charmer
You wash me up on the enormous magical shores
Of your beautiful breathtaking glory
Rebellious and supereminent flexer

Illuminating triumphant stunner
I wanna be your personal, and permanent property
Let your heart-stoppingly predominant sauciness conquer me
Let your royally remarkable hardness
Throb in my smashing private vault
**** me hella hypnotically rough and seductive
Blow your sweet and huge load deep
In my spellbindingly stupefying wonderland
Travis Green Jan 2023
Your top-level prepossessing magneticness
Mesmerizes the depths of my vessel
Arrests and possesses my homosexualness
Has me so affected by your dopacetic majestic finesse

You slay me with the way you display
Your contagious salacious engagingness
How you stand so firm and assertive
More than an enchantingly champion
And handsome Samson

An honorable hulking God
A hardy hearty hot shot
I am so lost in the unsurpassed
Impactfulness of your crashing masculine splashiness

So trapped in a tremendous tantalizing trance
So drunk in love with your crunkness
The way you bathe me in your unadulterated fragrant straightness
I close my eyes, and I romanticize
About your dangerous delightable divineness

Ready for you to slam into my embraceable tasty nakedness
With quenching massages and ardent liplocks
I wanna get lost in your formidable forbidden forest
Where you search every spectacular area
Of my elegant inner world

I wanna enjoy you to the core
Let you explore my sweet sensual concealments
Take me down, enamor my pristine perfumed playground
Make me feel the incomparable magic
Of your fantastic aromatic hardness

**** zesty Daddy
I wanna be controlled by your bold notable machoness
Feel your sexily manly flesh against  
My delicately fresh and perfect architecture

Gorge on my marvelous chocolate gorgeosity
Like barbecue bone-******* ribs
Let me melt in your mouth
As I relish the heavenly essence
Of your pleasurable treasured presence
Travis Green Mar 2023
His stalwart charming body gets to me
When he flexes his sheer raw sexiness
He makes me so hella weak
I wanna dive deep into his flawless sparkling sea
Feel him everywhere on me

Cherish how he talks ***** to me
Enraptures my submerged world
Makes me so dazed and confused
With the way he flaunts his pulchritude
His luminous bedroom eyes
Has me biting on my keen and warm lips

Got me feeling deliriously happy
So smashed and spazzed out
Calling him Daddy, feeling his vitality
Captured in his impassioned cracking splashiness
Longing for him to rock me constantly

Charm me properly, massage me again and again
Let me traverse through his naughty saucy heartland
Taste his honeyed sun-kissed construction
Rub his expansive, handsome chest
Down to his belly button

Drive his banging python of love insane
With my bold, potent strokes
My magically swift deepthroating
A mantastic mushroom head
So magically devilish to my tongue

I lick it from north to south
From east to west, caress him sexually
Give him an unbelievably intriguing thrill
Press my hands all around
His oiled-up alluring form

Cop a feel of his caramel-brown thighs
Lap up his manly tasty nuts
Make his temperature rise
Hypnotize his frame of mind
My assertive picturesque charmer

He stirs my thoughts and feelings
His delectable prepossessing compellingness overwhelms me
The way his thickness teases the roof of my mouth
Got me fantasizing about his wildness
I wanna be down with his profound hyper-hot appetizingness

Devour him like a pecan honey hennessy pie
Delight in his big juicy manhood
I burn with curiosity as I pour over his gorgeosity
The hottest heart-stopping showstopper
So incomparably fresh and sweet
Like a bourbon blueberry cobbler out of the oven

I covet him like a drug addict
I love how his deliciously seductive dreaminess mingles
With my sensual gleaming feminineness
I stare at his masterful black craft
And I am so rapt and daft about
His sweetly endless and pleasurable grandness

I work his throbbing third leg
Watch him sweat while he drives it deeper down my throat
Hold it firmly in my hands
Keep it shiny and sloppy with my spit
As he pumps out a superabundance of sinful steamy *****
In my ripe, ****, and hungry mouth
Travis Green Oct 2022
I have a thing for your sweet, protective sexiness
Astounding and crowning profoundness
Extravagant ebullient enchantment
Enthusiastic, crash-hot smash
You are intensely inventive and interesting
Infinite, transcendent chemistry

Rare worshipful masterfulness
So entirely ardent and heroic
Tall, passionate, and savage
Untouchable, luscious muscles
Seductive honeyed buns
High-quality, godlike prodigy

Your gloriously oiled and taut sauciness
Enthralls and knocks me out
Immaculate, silken, and tempting kryptonite
So mesmerizingly delightful and tight as ****
I hanker to guzzle your lustfully lekker-lovingness down
Like a spiked hot chocolate
Like a sweet and fruity alcoholic drink

So angelically impeccable and majestical
I need to be with your phenomenally pristine pleasingness
Feel you touch and stretch the depths of my innerness
Bewitch the smooth, luxurious roots
Of my feminine existence
Make me bound to your aesthetically
Prepossessing heavenliness
Travis Green Jul 2021
You ecstatically flashed
Through my mind
Filling me with abstract sensations
Sensuous images developing
About your prepossessing dreadhead flex

I was washed away
In the astonishing high seas
In these eminently flaming fantasies
Wanting nothing more but to adore
Rock-solid loc’d hotness
She writes with a poet's passion
Emancipating her strong feminist emotions
The reader's filled with ecstasy
Simply in love with her rich vocabulary
Her words so strong
Her rhymes, shares a rich bond
The ebullience with which she writes
Graceful, always with a smile
Her devices so prepossessing
Simply mesmerizing every being
There is nothing she can’t conceptualize
There is nothing she can’t contrive
Her every world is magical
Her flair, simply phenomenal
Her ingenuity is myriad
Her world is simply red
Her creations, so enthralling and ardent
It can send people into a dreamland
Her eyes sees a different world
An enchanting, mystical land of words
Her rendition is stupendous
Her imagination is tremendous
She illuminates like an anecdote
Capturing the reader with her word
The writer so passionate
Her works, so easy to impress
She’s the poetess of mine
And she writes this rime
brooke May 2016
I wrote a poem about a lie you told
but instead decided to commemorate
you in a better light, probably because of
Paul Harvey's God Made a Farmer,
rememberin' you hoist a bale up at least
three stacks, starin' off into the distance
as you curled baling wire together, looking
like some ****  painting
probably because I know that if you were
out in the woods up behind the hay shed,
I might've mistaken you for a  wounded buck,
all caught up in wire, struggling for whatever's
left of you, with your antlers speared
through clumps of spinney--what a sight.

that even though your heart's in a different place--
albeit a different country altogether, that you are
your own state and nationality, even when your
pride is the biggest plot of land from here to Oklahoma
City--

Your chest reminds me of the helm of a ship, and in my mind
you're still an old tree, gashed and notched with chopped roots
that cleave the earth and ripple above ground in grey knuckles
of european beech wood. You try an' grow into whatever you
can and whoever you can, marriage ain't ****, just as long as I'm happy carved into your branches that I tried to smooth over as
gentle as I could without comin' on too strong--but, darlin', you
never wanted a woman's touch anyway.

Still beautiful as ever--your smile still'd be enough to warm my hands
and I wasn't lying about the way you stand makin' me feel some sort of
way, clinging to your neck and losing feeling in my shoulder
biting your lip hard enough to make you chuckle and memorizing
the specifics of your spine--
so now at night I might be caught thinking about the way you'd feel
if I whispered your name--

but you said it yourself that actions mean more than words, that you probably wouldn't remember something you said two weeks ago so
what's the use in me callin' you a prepossessing man (see also: imposing), I could write more about just your forearms and continue
comparing you to trees and bucks but none of that really matters, I realize. To someone who wants kisses and thighs and just
the outsides, you're fascinated by my spirit sayin'
you ain't ever felt this way, and I wonder why.
Why?

You're not into that kind of thing, but I am that kind of thing.


so, say no to me again.
like you mean it.
keep sayin' it.
keep sayin' it.
you had the answer all along.
(c) Brooke Otto
Anon Feb 2015
i wish you didn't
exist
i wish someone with such a unique personality
was merely fiction
i wish that prepossessing face of yours
wasn't real

i wish i could
turn the handles of the clock
in reverse
so that i would've
never met you

why did you have to casually
saunter into my life
and fill me with felicity?
like it was nothing
like i was just another experience

and completely ignore me
and shut the door, our door
as if you were content with that
as if we were strangers again

i hate you
for making me
fall in love with you
sheerly, by being yourself
why couldn't you be
chicanery and lies

writing this makes me
want to talk to you
but at the same time
i want to ignore you
like you did to me
until the point
that i almost doubted
my very own existence

and i never thought that
i'd be doing this
because
i tried it once and failed
miserably
but this time
i'm determined
i will maim and forget
everything that you were once
worth to me

and the sad thing is
you probably won't even care
because there are so many
other people that adulate you
just like i do
you're probably used to
all of this doting

i should've known
before falling in
much too deep
into this dystopian nightmare

being in love
with someone that couldn't care
any less about you
makes you feel inexorably forlorn
and dense
and just worthless
so now i know what to do

i'll look back to this
every time you visit my reveries
i'm closing the doors
and they're going to stay shut
forever
i just need to rant about how stupid everything is right now.
Elleanor Cole Jun 2019
Dear sunrises and sunsets, why must you be so different? Your beauty has a significant impact on others, as well as myself, and we are sorry for sometimes displacing your grace. The way your colours dance around the presence of the sun and the clouds, combined. Some days you don't appear in places, but we know you are always there, somewhere. Maybe at a different time. Always there. There is never a day where we are not blessed by your nature, the prepossessing sight brings joy to all. We thank you for that.
Dear sunrises and sunsets, why must we be so different?
Tyler S Anderson May 2015
The air matches the forest deep.
Its Auburn glow weaves congestion into thick dimensions.
The grass, and leaves, and trees coexist in this moment of surreality.
A sepia trim around a coordinated portrait -
The eye cannot adjust to a moment irreplaceable.
A melting slathered teardrop falls slowly.
The tree's push this far into the sky -
Not pushing, but holding, rather.
As a weeping mother catches her child and slowly descends them.
She cannot hold forever,
and the red of scars, disaster, and reflection advents.

She let’s the child wander;
Developing.
Enveloping.
And black does become the night.
Delicate, and sluggish, this darkness falls.
Her arms can bear no more,
as the sunset-soul consumes an arcane definite.
Droning below the lake,
of which no hills sit near.
Charcoal weighing down the once prepossessing light -
of nature’s *****.

A soft whisper,
And death.

Dreams…
And guilt.

"Free us of his torment!”
Cried the leaves: post-wilted.

"He’ll devour us by his own light!”
Shrieked the trees: un-guilted.

"Why entwine such sedulous melancholia?”
Squealed the breeze: pre-juilted.

Oh! Do despair in blessedness!

Oh! Does the flora mourn for her exaltation!

But…

Oh,

Does his darkness revile the ***** soul -

In impassioned ecstasy.
Jasmine Roper Jan 2016
It's more contagious than the common cold,
More addicting than any drug,
More beautiful than any sunrise,
More comforting than any physical touch,
More entertaining than any movie.

It contains more magic than Houdini,
Contains more sparks than the 4th of July,
Contains more dreams than a thousand years of sleep,
It holds more hope than anything in the world.

Everything in the universe is out of focus
I can't see anything,
Except for one thing.
Something unbelievably real,
incredibly prepossessing
and Insanely attractive
A Smile...
Your smile to be exact.
Travis Green Mar 2023
His stalwart charming body gets to me
When he flexes his sheer raw sexiness
He makes me so hella weak
I wanna dive deep into his flawless sparkling sea
Feel him everywhere on me

Cherish how he talks ***** to me
Enraptures my submerged world
Makes me so dazed and confused
With the way he flaunts his pulchritude
His luminous bedroom eyes
Has me biting on my keen and warm lips

Got me feeling deliriously happy
So smashed and spazzed out
Calling him Daddy, feeling his vitality
Captured in his impassioned cracking splashiness
Longing for him to rock me constantly

Charm me properly, massage me again and again
Let me traverse through his naughty saucy heartland
Taste his honeyed sun-kissed construction
Rub his expansive, handsome chest
Down to his belly button

Drive his banging python of love insane
With my bold, potent strokes
My magically swift deepthroating
A mantastic mushroom head
So magically devilish to my tongue

I lick it from north to south
From east to west, caress him sexually
Give him an unbelievably intriguing thrill
Press my hands all around
His oiled-up alluring form

Cop a feel of his caramel-brown thighs
Lap up his manly tasty nuts
Make his temperature rise
Hypnotize his frame of mind
My assertive picturesque charmer

He stirs my thoughts and feelings
His delectable prepossessing compellingness overwhelms me
The way his thickness teases the roof of my mouth
Got me fantasizing about his wildness
I wanna be down with his profound hyper-hot appetizingness

Devour him like a pecan honey hennessy pie
Delight in his big juicy manhood
I burn with curiosity as I pour over his gorgeosity
The hottest heart-stopping showstopper
So incomparably fresh and sweet
Like a bourbon blueberry cobbler out of the oven

I covet him like a drug addict
I love how his deliciously seductive dreaminess mingles
With my sensual gleaming feminineness
I stare at his masterful black craft
And I am so rapt and daft about
His sweetly endless and pleasurable grandness

I work his throbbing third leg
Watch him sweat while he drives it deeper down my throat
Hold it firmly in my hands
Keep it shiny and sloppy with my spit
As he pumps out a superabundance of sinful steamy *****
In my ripe, ****, and hungry mouth

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