"risque" poems
R Red moon came to soon the red "Viper" love spoon
E Energy trembles hearts race eluding like the Dodge Viper
D Devil red ****** moons demolition Dodge of technology
M The moon of darkness dissolves like lava "Hot Male"
O Orderly overindulgence the moon at a comfortable rhythm
O Out of touch slowly getting back to your outstanding body
N New Age High noon time Eqyptian Nile moon neverending
S Shift of energy simplicity strengthens your existence
T Truly love for the family the moons makes a celebration
A- Able so articulate touch the moon lover fate
R Robin bird flies manifest the ruler the rider risque delighter
S Sensible and a seductive moon she is superstitious
C Circle of light sacred chalice not to be malice
An Amorous depth of feeling delicious Moon love key luxury
R Rituals turns to purity racing minds of sanity ♥ Car Vipers ♥
V Vampires blood moon lessons to be learned
I Ingenious Free yourself from anger all love inked
P Patience is a virtue Moon true Periwinkle blue
E Ecstasy the moon turns on the celebration of love
R Recollection of moon poems time to be Reborn
S Sensational Venus Soulmate of cars Sultry Valentine moon
I can't wait to come home soon that was a trip to my moon.
°• Dodge Viper •°”˜. zoomed off to the Red Moon
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 9:50 AM UTC
My auspicious and audacious assault augments the annoyance of aged accomplices.
My bodacious broadside of boffolas berates and buffaloes bros beneficently.
A classy crusade Clownishly chiseling and criticizing childishness.
A devilish ********** of dillydallying dullards; devoutly denying dimwits the dulcet dream of defiance.
Excessive, exuberant edification, ebulliently eliminating education-evictees.
A fair-weather frolic in flippancy with furious fools floundering in flawed foppishness.
Gregariously grating glum guys gleefully, growing grander garnishes of gripping gallantry gaily.
Heckling hooligans highlights my heavenly humor.
Irreverently irking irritable, iniquitous idiots in inestimably infuriating and incredible instances.
A jolly, jocular **** joking with jerks.
A kreiger kicking kleptomaniacs in the karyotype. (Cut me some slack, this is 'k', after all.)
A ludicrous, laughing lambaste of lollygagging lunatics, loftily loosing luscious lunacy on lucky losers.
A magnificent masterpiece of malfeasance, a monstrous, malevolent mission of massive misfortune for the minor minors missing no malicious missive.
A noxious, narcissistic niggling of nitwits, niftily nixing the noisome naivete of niggardly nobs.
An offhand, off-color outburst of outlandish observations to outclass the obnoxious overtures of obsequious offal.
A pragmatic prediction of possible platitudes or platypi, a placid parley of pyrotechnic pleasantries provoking Pyrrhic protections by prurient prats.
A quixotic quibble quarreling with a queer quarry.
Ribald ribbing, ruining the robust reality of the repreachful, repugnant, and rapacious with risque ridiculousness.
A silly, slighting slander of sluglike slavishness, succinctly sinking sloppy simpletons sourly.
Tracing the titillating talent of towing tyranny to towering terrors to tactless, togless, terrapins of the times.
Jan 7, 2012
Jan 7, 2012 at 11:25 PM UTC
your eyes don't glisten like they used to
just saying it's not something usual for you
*so I guess you're heavily imbued
with this crestfallen attitude?*
yea I know,
I've changed in the same way
my own little reverse-breakthrough
Risque foreplay with ultramarine Bombay
before stepping in to emcee the Devil's soiree
And no, you really don't --and honestly never did-- know me;
you only knew one of many façades I brazed
on my face
in the midst of a cliche
New Year's day typa haze
During the phase of
my infamously tempestuous craze
I was precipitously *(ignited
quite possibly by my own
flaring sparks)*
set ablaze with praise
but my mores seem to be misplaced
probably somewhere in the frenzy and hysteria
So I guess I'm left to embrace my untraced boundaries
*And get my viridian eyes back to glistening
on their own viridescent terms
Not codependent on the hollowed adulation
and sweet-talk from bamboccioni*
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 6:52 AM UTC
risque thoughts inhabit my mind
as she steps back and forth across the threshold
nubile twenty something hippy dreadlock girl
such a lovely persona
and moist inked beauty of form
she shouts my poem in the parking garage at four am
the echoes add integrity to it she laughs
my girl takes her in our bed
and shows her some integrity
i would so willfully indulge
but i know that such a creature is
the kind i could come to love with true deep feeling far too easily
and i dare not such misadventure
i am so drawn in by her golden patchouli locks
her fine line inked breast
her laughing gentle eyes
i tell my girl
this interloper of her treasures must depart
in the morning
she is unhappy but agrees
i sleep on the floor
waking to my happy home restored
Jun 8, 2013
Jun 8, 2013 at 11:32 AM UTC
She is so risque;
She puts his tongue in her mouth
…but not in that way.
May 17, 2012
May 17, 2012 at 8:18 PM UTC
as graphic as yours
a slowly lifted skirt
a hand on her thigh
gliding up to her bare heaven
bare ******* with tense ***** *******
gasping sounds cries of yes yes yes
her hands on my man pride
stiffening in the limelight
a little more risque a spank on a bare
cute well formed ***
a ******* in the backseat
a tongue teasing a small cute slit
two girls and a ******
or two midgets and one twelve inch ****
the words loud raw pelvic **** me
yes yes yes
or is it more ***** to show the latest massacre
in a school 26 dead, or
a misguided american "Smart" bomb wiping out six doctors without
borders and 50 Syrians
or the lies of our politicians promising us the world so
we may vote for them , or a young girl who is naturally
getting experimental getting pregnant and giving up her baby for adoption because she did not get education or protection. And then she gets HPV and dies at fourteen from cervical cancer
or is it just me that thinks the nightly
news and the stumping of a bunch of lying hypocrites is more ******
than a bare ******
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 2:09 AM UTC
My heart's now filled with melancholy,
My lungs with smoke, my eyes with tears,
My liver with a poison
That I drink to forget you.
I'm celebrating today
Four weeks of being all alone;
Four weeks of being dumped, violently
Oh, please pour me another drink.
And even though you've moved on,
We're staying friends, we're still talking ;
Oh darling of course you're still in my heart.
Of couse I'm still in love with you.
Of course I still wish I could hold you tight,
tight against me.
You can't imagine how much it hurts
To pretend I'm feeling good.
Nobody knows for real.
And what I talk to you, I can smell your perfume
It reminds me of all our nights together.
Nothing can harm me more..
Oh darling, of course I still love you.
Et je me dis que plus rien ne sera comme avant,
Je ne pourrai plus te dire que je t'aime,
ou que tu me manques.
Je ne pourrai plus te serrer contre moi,
embrasser ta nuque et rire avec toi.
Et même si tu pars bientôt,
que je ne risque pas de te revoir avant un certain temps,
c'est toi que mon coeur a choisie.
Et je continuerai de t'aimer.
Jun 20, 2012
Jun 20, 2012 at 8:37 AM UTC
coy verbal foreplay
tastefully twisting two tongues
risque rhythm ... breathe
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 11:14 PM UTC
Former X Factor presenter Tulisa is certainly bouncing back after her recent drink driving arrest and the night after rocking a **** white ensemble on the red carpet, slipped into this risque red number.
The 27-year-old flashed some serious cleavage as she went braless in the bandeau dress, that left very little to the imagination and perfectly showed off her toned arms and abs.
She teamed the show-stopping look with heavy make-up and let her dark locks, styled in loose barrel curls, fall over her shoulders.
The star - who spent nearly 22 hours at a South London police station after a car accident earlier this month - posted the figure-hugging outfit on social media on Tuesday afternoon and jokingly wrote alongside it: "I did not wake up like this".
The night before the former N-Dubz singer rocked a more demure look on the red carpet as she joined Myleene Klass and Mark Wright at Roar Group's 21st Birthday Celebrations at Avenue.
It had been her first public appearance since her arreston suspicion of drink-driving earlier this month.
The star reportedly told friends she only enjoyed a “quick drink” at home 20 minutes before crashing her Ferrari into the side of another car just before midnight.
The star spent nearly 22 hours in custody after failing a breath test after she crashed into a Saab.
Tulisa is said to have narrowly missed two pedestrians before the crash. If the Young singer is charged and convicted, she could be jailed for up to two years and be banned from driving for up to 12 months.
She has been released on bail until November.
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Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 10:40 PM UTC
In memory,the despised lepidoptera.
Wings ripped in three.
Shreds of vanished memory.
Flies on ripped silent wings no more.
Carried on a breeze of tears.
On wings so sore.
Only the breeze can fly.
Before the ripping of the wings.
Was once sweet symmetry.
A waste of years of plentiful wishes.
Wanton.
Risque.
In expectation excited.
Fed fire with fire.
Long since smouldered.
Flaming desire tragic.
The sorcery dispersed.
The heart of broken magic.
Should the hate crack on.
Smash not the crystal casket.
In which the lady sleeps.
Eternally weeps in silence.
Cost of lost love.
Mourns the cost.
Of love forgot.
While sweet angel sleeps!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 3:34 PM UTC
I can feel the dust removing its self from these shelves,
It's in this illuminated corner that I left behind
A long time ago.
It's too late now, I already let it out of the bag.
And, Well, It's
Bigger and Better,
Stronger and Faster,
Headstrong and Inviting.
It's a dangerous spot, I know.
But I like the risque,
Dive in.
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 10:03 AM UTC
*je n’ai pensé jamais
que a la fois toi et moi
avons choisi cette voie
je n’ai pensé jamais
que a la fois toi et moi
avons choisi le chemin serieux
je ne peux pas croire mais,
aussi je ne peux croire que tu existes
parce que je vis dans un rêve
tous les jours dans mon propre monde
alors, qu’importe?
la vie est le risque
et le risque est la vie*
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 7:11 AM UTC
Black Soul Baby!
Yesterday,
I played in blue,
Today,
I'm back in black,
He is a phantom,
Dashing delightful,
Skids down razor blades,
Rather risque,
It's believed!
In black,
Suited and booted,
Tied up in chains,
Remains of the day,
Call of the wild,
Echoes of everything,
A shadow passes,
Trapped in locked vaults,
Imprisoned in vague suffocation of breathlessness,
Everyday dawns,
More excitement he creates from his chasm,
As each day conspires in new writes,
Love is my black soul baby!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 4:20 PM UTC
It’s December and
I tried to explain to my body
That I need to stay at a constant 98.6 degrees
And that it’s not normal
For those 98.6 degrees to skyrocket
Whenever your bare skin meets mine.
Apparently,
I’d taken a liking
To being consumed by fire
In the middle of a blizzard,
In December.
I’ll never quite manage to grasp
How you make my thighs shake
And my eyes go wide
Each time you’re merely in the same room as I.
Or when you smile.
When you smile,
it looks like all the biblical miracles
Placed into one crooked curve
And you gave me memories
Risque, raw memories that will keep my cheeks blushing and my head spinning
For ever so long.
Although,
I had hoped that by this time in winter,
Something more would’ve sparked.
But you only seem to know of
Pale spring mornings
And sticky summer nights.
I feel like I don’t even know you.
I touched you, I held your hand, I kissed your lips.
You poked and prodded the deepest parts of my tar black soul
That were so beyond your comprehension.
Yet, you don’t seem real, this doesn’t seem real, we don’t seem real.
Am I even real?
It’s December and you’re more of the boy I made out to be in my head
Based on those few blissful moments
Than the boy
Who would warm me up,
To much more than
A constant 98.6 degrees.
-andrea
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 4:37 PM UTC
A kiss is a millisecond, or hour, (or whatever other period of time that you escape reality and become one with another person) through touching their lips with yours. But, as we know from Flight of the Conchords, a kiss is not a contract. It's a promise. A promise that you're sharing that moment with only them, and that you are willing to spend that increment of time devoting yourself to the only thing that matters to you in the present: them. A kiss is cherished so much that a small chocolate candy was dedicated to the universal verb of love itself: to kiss. To smooch. A Hershey Kiss is sweet, small, and traditional. Just as the action is. A kiss is vulnerability. Naked, without anything fake holding you from the other person. The real you is summoned from behind the front you put up for everyone else to make you seem stronger, only to wisp through the soft pink lips that have whispered so many secrets, said so many words, and bit themselves so many times in a blushing moment when they said you were beautiful, into the others lips where they have done the same. Kissing has no rules. It's who you are in a peck. A movement. An open smile, a nibble, a bite, a tickle. No wonder why it's a special thing. Kissing is melting into the very place you are standing or sitting or laying and melding to the person's soul. The most innocent way to become one with another, risque enough to be special. Kissing can mean nothing, as well. It can be so over used that the meaning and spark has gone from it. Melding to the other person, mashing the color of your skin and the smell of your hair and the warmth of your breath into a pool of indifferent gray. Kissing needs to be used wisely. People often overlook the most beautiful thing in the world, so I decided to give it some recognition. Love, Frances.
Aug 21, 2012
Aug 21, 2012 at 8:23 PM UTC
Here comes this serial killer looking creep
Thinking he's here for just a little peep
He just a little whacked out manic
Energy spurts come in an inconsistent panic
But I promise I'm an all right dude
Even though I act a little rude, but crude
I'm the leader who takes apart machines
Been my own man since I was fourteen
He's the maniac creator
Makes all the world his theater
In his head lives every world
Swirling around in a surrealist twirl
He's a trash picking racoon
Looking like a tin foil hat loon
Now here I go making another promise
I'm a monstrosity Frankenstein colossus
I build dreams out of your waste
Assembling beauty with a fever pitch haste
Don't ever doubt what I say
Even if it sounds preposterous and risque
I make some of the weirdest things
Meant to illicit grins from my deepest sins
Mar 27, 2022
Mar 27, 2022 at 9:01 PM UTC
Light To Dark
Light is shining by sun angel wings -O- grace day
circles around in beauty of faith -O- oddity way
so surely blessing for the soul -O- tender joyful
light is magical radiant in heart -O- dear wonderful
Light love crossing by girth wings sing ,by sweet
look forever in majesty by mineral ,by no ache
beat a heart desire ,answer thee beat
sleep light enchant wings adored for delight,Light sleep
Dark comes by moon of desire sweet -O-attire
waiting in shadows wings embrace -O-dear admire
join me by my wings ajar come into my -O- demeanor
beat with me my friend by risque into my -O- dame manor
By the light of sun to the darkness of the moon
love will be your stir in the dark i touch you soul
dark is the love -O- heart is mine by the noon
Light To Dark
© by Deb Harman 1/12/14
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 7:08 AM UTC
Maintaining that faux image.
Live up to society's expectations.
Have *** and be ******
*Don't have *** but act like you do*.
The boys set the bar,
We want to reach it.
We wear make-up because it will
Make us pretty.
We dress **** because it will
Make us hot.
We want to have *** because it will
Make us normal.
Does pop culture have the right to
Tell us what's normal?
If we do not measure up, then
We will put on a show if we have to.
We hope we look approachable so
Then boys will talk to us.
But we have to say no and stay pure so
Then boys will want us.
We are supposed to understand the
Mixed signals and popular beliefs.
We must ignore our morals, yet claim they
Are what we live by.
Pornorgraphy, 'Girls Gone Wild', and risque magazines all tell us that
Guys want us to be a certain way.
We are supposed to turn ourselves into
What they want,
And accept that that
Is all that matters.
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 1:30 PM UTC
Not for the risque factor, only for the simple fact that
I only want you inside one single part of me
and it's sure as hell not my heart.
Don't look me in the eyes.
Don't look me in the eyes.
Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 11:45 PM UTC
Neelam Gill showed off her figure in a very risqué gown with a split running from her shoulder down past her bottom.
How cheeky - Neelam Gill went all-out on Wednesday night as she flashed her *** in a rather risque dress.
The stunning model - who is rumoured to be dating former One Direction man Zayn Malik - stunned at a glitzy event in London this week.
Wearing a floor-length green gown, Neelam gave onlookers a bit of an eyeful with a split down the back of the outfit, revealing a hint of her bottom.
With layers and a front split showing off a lot of leg, the 20-year-old certainly made an impression during the party.
She stepped out at the London Evening Standard's Progress 1000 Most Influential People launch, and showed why she may have grabbed Zayn's attention .
The star - who has made her catwalk debut for Burberry - is reportedly planning on jetting to Los Angeles, where the singer is working on his debut solo album, so they can spend some time together .
According to Mail Online, Zayn and Neelam first met in London back in March, but nothing happened because he was still engaged to Little Mix star Perrie.
They bumped into each other again at the Asian Awards in London a month later, with Neelam later writing on Twitter: "Congratulations on your award tonight zaynmalik, catch up again soon!"
The pair reportedly stayed in touch as friends until Zayn and Perrie called it quits at the end of last month.
A source told the site: "Neelam doesn't know if she wants all of the drama that comes with dating someone in the public eye. She is going to LA to spend some time with Zayn and see how things go from there.
Last month, the model, who worked with Romeo Beckham in Burberry's Christmas advert last year , wrote on Twitter: "to live and die in LA, it's the place to be..."
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Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 1:59 AM UTC
Dominique,
The nicer version,
He spoke to me with tongue of fork,
What did Livvi do, bar laugh.
He gave her a giggle,
with the words the she wrote,
So, in her most indignant style,
she said she'd pen something far less vile.
He has a heart of gold,
but he's just a friend,
he's much too old,
he's a very good writer,
with a mighty pen.
He writes of true love and flowers,
not as risque,
as Livvi,
this cute piskie,
but he's okay to chat to every day,
Dominique,
he's my critique,
He kinda makes me giggle,
not much more as I'm a tad fickle!
(C) Livvi
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 10:16 AM UTC
The natural attribute of my inquiring intuition
Coerced me to tread passionately in the wake
Of this provocatively, entertaining creature
To analyze the abstract desires of her mind
She peeks just up over her lovely shoulder
Capturing the dazzling quality of my image
From the corner of her harlequin green eyes
As she licks her lips insatiably with hunger
Ultimately this woman approached me fearlessly
Exuding the very spark of unmistakable attraction
She then began stroking her fingers through my hair
Caressing my face with her assuaging touch of heaven
Softly rubbing my chest while whispering risque enigmas of pleasure
Oh, how I could feel the air of her pacifying breath blowing in my ear
While her alluring cave of magic chafed against my yearning serpent
Not one word was spoken for she could sense my crave to fornicate
Aug 28, 2011
Aug 28, 2011 at 4:53 PM UTC
It was a cool summer day,
In a land far far away.
Oh to go back to that day,
Would be very risque.
And yet,
Somehow.
It would be amazing,
To go back to that day,
That was so far far away.
Dec 19, 2010
Dec 19, 2010 at 8:19 PM UTC