"salaciously" poems
.
*I could kiss your lips through the words of a rhyme,
letters delivered with tender exquisite affection,
each syllable a moisture drop on delicate lips,
velvet verse licking porcelain, tasting perfection.
Stanzas saturated with the metaphors of love,
dripping salaciously upon your excited sighs,
I could kiss your lips through the words of a rhyme
as they glisten like a jewel between your thighs.*
© Pagan Paul (20/02/18)
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 2:00 PM UTC
Playfully, on my *****
did her ******* painfully prance
teasing us...then tangled together
promising to tell those thoughts forever
My heavy hands
hovering high over
your hips:
It's so **** to see
such a salaciously slow
spanking.
120609~9.3p
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 1:49 PM UTC
lovers are burning.] balsamic ****** gallops from shame
into the overwild wetness of labial volcanoes, caramelized in musk. by love's labor.
laid bare, their bodies origami inhibition...[ lovers are burning. ]
and surrender is victorious !
Eros is speechless. maidens howl into cumulus goose-down, chewing carnal haikus
with swayed backs.... hips wide and wanton. masculine wands plow oyster beds, unmade.
they joust pearls... and [ lovers are burning ]
.... a damp conflagration; tongue stoked and windswept, conspires.
monotony is slain !
puritan harps are plucked and thrummed ! lewd harmonies anoint the perfect pitch
and a chorus moans. the ghost of sylvia plath, straddles Apollo; and he earns his wreath
surging besotted. [ lovers are burning ] and laurels forgotten.
lotharios charge the seldom road; the starfish door to Saturn's parlor.
pumping unbridled, that glistening, cloven moon. her riding crop insists !
his urgency must do.
satyrs sup salaciously and summon staves to dip in brine. they grin and grind
their sutras, stripping karma gears with silk scarves. ankles to a post, well spread...
cushions crush. flowers press... stamen fed.
nymphs clutch their serpent stones
to drain what nectar slips the slit. they ***** and throat.
they peck and pinch their quivers; knock their arrows to the purpose, half spent.
[ lovers are burning ]
eyes ablaze. nostrils fetch randy fumes of consent. mouths seek.
a pouty swamp with Spanish moss.... finds a matador
and a bull, a china shop.
lovers are burning the rough sketch of a lost god
and their angels are voyeurs
with unclean thoughts
for gospels.
Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 3:14 PM UTC
.
Three tears is all that I can almost shed,
I'm wound up tighter than any thread,
as you lay on white sheets upon the bed,
I can't help but think you look beautiful dead.
My hand would love to touch your skin,
my head is full of the most atrocious sin,
but you are so cold and won't let me in,
and how can a veil of lust be so thin.
You can not be any older than thirty,
the way your ******* curve is so **** flirty,
and my mind is full of images salaciously *****
you are so so tempting, naked and skirt free.
And even though I despair to caress you,
its pointless now to seek to impress you,
my job is to clean, arrange and dress you,
make you up to look just like the best do.
But oh! my lovely corpse I have a need,
to see you buried carrying my seed,
nobody will ever know, for secrecy I plead,
you will look beautiful in spite of my wicked deed.
© Pagan Paul (21/01/18)
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 8:13 AM UTC
Purely noumenal or epistemologically maieutic? Existentially transcendental transmogrification, transmute, transude, transubstantiate. Spiritual apercu’s incarnate. Infinite possibilities eidetic prospectus perpetrates incorporeity ideology’s perfectible ontology. Elan vital’s entelechy’s apotheosis. Psychic clarity’s evolutional ascension. Perpetuity’s adamant tenacity. Sentience’s inevitably irrefragable logistical tactician. Preternatural’s ostensibly immortal fecund. Yes, lie with me and I will indeed proceed to exceed the parameters of your mind with mesmerizingly enrapturing ecstatic euphoria. Sublimely surreal futurity fatidic and decadently arrogant blatant flagrancy. Incorrigible atrociously impetuous impudence, pusillanimous no. Enthrallingly endearing sensually demonstrative flirtatious flamboyance. What’s to extravagant exorbitance portray……… exserted protuberance’s indefatigably indomitable. Sexuality’s infrangibly latent virilities, erotica erectile errantry’s hubris! Feral phrenic frenzied ***** salaciously seductive.
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 5:40 PM UTC
Transcendentally existential in-extremis extremity nuance. Vicinity victual vigilante villain. Propinquity habitation harbinger harangued. Clairaudience clairvoyance agilely dexterous acuity, tactile coordination. Feral phrenic frenzied **** Carousel ceaselessly ceremony chaos character charisma. 29th Psalm some holy spirit, the angel was a vision of resplendent beauty as it hovered in mid air above the knoll. Apex axis crux and citadel pinnacle's peak. And yet I would distance traveled time spent like to mitigate this of in to you. What then is the essence of metaphysical mystique. I say lets ethereally sublime be mesmerically enrapturing. Ecstatically euphoric and climactically ******** Let your vicarious recalcitrance revel in the prolific profuseness of my profundity as we lavish in our wanton abandon. Though paw flaw laws are to claws aimed craw, horsefeathers are more proficient and surreal on the salaciously seductive.
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 1:50 AM UTC
You
are stretched out,
lithe and feline,
in a patch of sunlight on the taupe carpet
in a sweater and jeans,
the sweater fraying and courtesy of your
grandmother in Maine.
she doesn't remember you.
the jeans tight and courtesy of the
salesgirl in Savannah.
she doesn't forget you and
she doesn't think she could.
she still remembers
the shape of your hips
in your denim cutoffs
when she lies in her bed.
she still remembers
the contours of your bare midriff
salaciously exposed by your crop top
when she squeezes her
*******
she still remembers:
shoulderseyeslips freckles voice tone pitch legs toes.
she still remembers.
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 10:33 AM UTC
While the world is trying to reach us
We abandon shallow spectres of time
And scratch each other’s itches
Salaciously.
We sink into these magic hours,
****** under coverlets of dreams.
While outside thunders leaden showers,
No water leaks in through the seams
Surrounded like a snake
By suffocators of reality
We shed each other’s skins
Coiled in twists of content.
Angels dance from her fingertips,
Twirling in nascent currents.
The world outside is dissolute
It wails and spatters.
It sneers in through silver panes
It wants none of what we have, the miscreant;
It wants only to breathe its grimy breath.
But we are resolute.
In fact we are ebullient.
The haze of incense, the heat of bodies,
Our world is infinitesimal.
We cavort under our big top; our tipi;
Our tableclothed Elysium.
We dance through each other’s minds
Twirling golden ribbons
Behind us like shooting stars.
We soar through subconscious clouds
And smile at forbidden sunlight
Splashed across our faces.
And we sink back slowly
Listening to the fading showers
We sink back slowly
Into these magic hours.
Jun 15, 2012
Jun 15, 2012 at 11:17 PM UTC
it is through this violence
we collapse we relapse
we repair
she hates the way
i care for her
i hate that stare
nothing between us but bare hands
i grasp her she gasps
we move we dance
we struggle we crash
she is unyielding of the lead
her denials have only come
to make me bleed
from the floor to the back of the couch
she does not open her mouth
she is mine
there is a rip and a tear
to leave her bare
in her in her again
and again
then
i cant
not like this
thought never like this
i fold withdraw and fall to the floor
back against the broken backdrop
she turns slowly
salaciously savagely
she says to me
why did you stop
Feb 23, 2012
Feb 23, 2012 at 4:27 PM UTC
I know he doesn't know this
but...
tasting him is the best part of being me;
coaxing him to untie me, knowing he wants
to try me, lay beside me
untying red lace as his lips trace; lips
blushing to taste open thighs, inaudibly
I sigh within
salaciously I grin...
lying naked across bare chest; I whisper
suckle right here; he gives in at my behest
but...
his upturned eyes says is that a dare, I say yes,
but, baby! have no fear, I love wet kisses planted
across my rear
and...
he springs to action, to my satisfaction; he kissed
and tasted every moaned reaction; pulsing wet lips
his main attraction, licking me deep
I noticed his throbbing whip ready, eager to dip, but,
I back him up...
baby! please don't stop, I eye his bulge; knowing I'm
ready to indulge, fingertips dance upon his bulge;
I wet each finger sliding them down every vein divulged
he whispers... ah! baby! you're driving me insane;
I play coy, this I enjoy; teasing my boy toy
slowly he unravels...
I turn, the way I want to have him; body burns to feel his
prowess, ready to pounce, unload every ounce, in out;
both lips pout; riding him inside out; calling my name
with trembled shouts
expulsions...
implode within the breadth of our being; unleashing
heavenly syllables from our mouth and the best of
being me unfolds into the warmth of him
us untied...
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 8:34 AM UTC
when I was a child, the children I was with did not turn on me. like our parents after us, we took on faith that our present loneliness would go elsewhere. if at any point I felt strong enough to lift a boulder onto my back, I became bored. I was drawn to books having in them unreal prose dedicated to thunderstorms and I filled these books with joy. I don’t mean it salaciously when I paint for you the few women cramming into an outside bath. they had me surrounded.
Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 12:55 PM UTC
*Tonight has given me an appetite,
desire craves at my soul, an itch needs scratching.
I desire no food or water, just your body next to me,
in me, your tongue Salaciously squirming in my mouth.
I yearn for you to see that my proclivity is not for chocolate,
but your sweet breath on my body.
I smoulder, tingle, burn at your touch.
I covet you, I long for you, I blaze for you.
Cook for me tonight a sumptuous feast of smouldering avarice.
Devilled debauchery, sautéed sin, overindulge me in you.
Boil my blood by touching me with passion,
feed my famine by ravaging my wanton soul.
I need to feed, I need to thirst, I need to purge with you.
Slake my passion, the only way we know how.
I crave you. I hunger you. I come for you.*
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 7:15 PM UTC
I woke naked atop a sheet lying on the floor
next to a pile of plastic hangers on one side,
her body pressed to mine on the other,
and the faint scent of *** and cigarettes on the air.
Although I doubt you could call it waking
when she and I had such little sleep.
Her alarm was going off somewhere in the haze
and I could feel her skin peel off of mine as
she got up to silence it and call out of work.
I took a deep breath, reveling in the stale air,
and sat up with my back pressed to the wall.
My eyes closed and flashbacks came to the
forefront of my vision from the night before,
my mouth full of her neck,
moans in the dark,
her face leaning out of the window above me
as I smoked outside in my boxers.
I shook myself awake
and the goddess strode her way back in
slowly and salaciously, in a dance with
my tired eyes as they traced the faint figure
that shone through her loose shirt
in the morning light.
I could feel the little time we had
slipping through the curved
hourglass of her body,
and I stood to meet her smile
with a kiss, pulling her against me
with one hand and losing the other one
somewhere in the oceanic waves of her hair.
The flashbacks came again, but differently now.
Years of memories coursed through my mind,
all the times she'd been right in front of me
yet I was too blind to truly see her as I did then.
We dressed slowly in the din of the busy street outside,
gathering the last of her belongings in the empty apartment
and taking them down to her car.
I stepped into the sunlight and lit up a smoke,
it was going to be a hot day,
and she locked the door behind us for the last time.
The car welcomed us as she turned the engine over,
and I buckled up whilst cracking a beer.
The wheels began to spin, I took a long slug,
and she smoked the last three drags of my cigarette,
flicking it carelessly out of the window.
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 12:48 PM UTC
It's sad your fear
Knowing that death is near
You lay hapless as a newborn
Covered in feces
You tell me you love me
You're so full of ****
You would tell me anything now
To save
Your pathetic life
But I promise to bestow upon you
Something greater
Something
More perspicacious than life itself
With your death
I shall create a symphonic masterpiece
In the uproar
Upon finding you
Naked of flesh
Hanging by your intestines
Will surpass that of Burke and Hare
Killers extraordinaire
I shall become known as
The one
To whom all others pay homage
So pray to me and ask my forgiveness
For even God knows
Not to interfere with that which I create
You see
Crying is futile
Yet your wails
Sounds as beautiful music
Salaciously enticing
Your tongue
I shall keep
As a
Reminder of this moment
So scream my child
Scream
Until your heart's content
And your lungs collapse
For there is patience in dying
And my knives
Are sharper than surgeons steel
So relax
Time
Is not of the essence here
Would you
Care a taste
Open wide and eat of your flesh
For heaven abounds in its delicacies
Do you see how my dogs devour it
Your breast I shall keep for myself
For I find immeasurable pleasure comes
From eating
Chocolate covered *******
The way the areola
Plays upon the palate
Like a child eating Cotton
Candy on a rainy day
I shall relish in it's
Memories forever
Your eyes I will keep as witness
Seeing only unto themselves
Pickled and ****
A perfect noon snack
With crackers and tea
Don't you think
Imagine
Their shock and awe
Visualize the headlines
Monster Stalks City
As if
My monstrosity
They can envision (input demonic laughter)
Monsters all of them
Recycling feces upon the populace
Yet
There's breath in their lungs
to vilify me insane
Insanity could not have created death
So beautifully orchestrated
And demonstrated
As abstract poetry
Beautiful in its fluency
Next only
To the decay of society
Your death
The epitome
The hallmark of all my gatherings
Culminated in your sufferings
Will outlive posterity
And I
Long dead
Shall be resurrected
A copycat a rock star
For you see my dear
It will not end
With you or I
Or the sudden ablation
Of your flesh
No
You will live
Until
The abstraction of your heart
And I promise you
My love
Saved for last
It will be
The best part
Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 4:42 PM UTC
I saw her on
a casement window,
standing still like
an inconspicuous being.
The place she lived,
was out-of-the-ordinary.
It looked just so-
Profane and Blasphemous!
Yet, I was in an
Unusual Dilemma.
People called her a **********
Yes, a **********
They said,
she uses a certain form of her talent
to make money.
I was completely contradicted.
My thoughts were jailed.
She was an eccedentesiast.
Though, to me,
she appeared like Cinderella.
The Princess of her own world.
Her hair was so thick and dense
so as not even a
single ray of sunlight
could penetrate through it.
Her lips were Salaciously
Sweet and *****
They were overlaid by
a sensual silky vermillion coat.
It was so arid and parched as
if they were craving for Thirst.
She was caked with thick makeup.
She had dark circles underneath her eyes.
She wore these enormous high heels.
And held a cigarette in her hand.
Her face revealed a thousand and
a million stories.
She was clouded with desire and
a little with shame.
She seemed to be all tired.
Her eyes were drowsy.
You could see her feel;
"It was better to marry
Than to burn in the fire of Lust."
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 5:21 AM UTC
Purely noumenal or epistemologically maieutic? Existentially transcendental transmogrification, transmute, transude, transubstantiate. Spiritual apercu’s incarnate. Infinite possibilities eidetic prospectus perpetrates incorporeity ideology’s perfectible ontology. Elan vital’s entelechy’s apotheosis. Psychic clarity’s evolutional ascension. Perpetuity’s adamant tenacity. Sentience’s inevitably irrefragable logistical tactician. Preternatural’s ostensibly immortal fecund.
Yes, lie with me and I will indeed proceed to exceed the parameters of your mind with mesmerizingly enrapturing ecstatic euphoria. Sublimely surreal futurity fatidic and decadently arrogant blatant flagrancy. Incorrigible atrociously impetuous impudence, pusillanimous no. Enthrallingly endearing sensually demonstrative flirtatious flamboyance. What’s to extravagant exorbitance portray……… exserted protuberance’s indefatigably indomitable. Sexuality’s infrangibly latent virilities, erotica erectile errantry’s hubris! Feral phrenic frenzied ***** salaciously seductive.
Jul 15, 2024
Jul 15, 2024 at 5:36 AM UTC
When victory is conceded
Love lost
Soul sold, simply, salaciously
Some battles cannot be won
Giving up is a gift
don't try
Embracing the hollowness
Of a condition most human
Smile at the ants as they toil
Blessed are the sluggards sleeping in their row homes
don't try
Smile at the ants as they toil.
Life is not hard, in fact-too easy
I scream for more of a challenge,
living precariously
crashing my car for a laugh,
living dangerously
overdosing in my bath,
Can you show me a successful life on a graph?
Laugh at the ants as they toil
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 3:19 PM UTC
Transcendentally existential in-extremis extremity nuance. Vicinity victual vigilante villain. Propinquity habitation harbinger harangued. Clairaudience clairvoyance agilely dexterous acuity, tactile coordination. Feral phrenic frenzied **** Carousel ceaselessly ceremony chaos character charisma. 29th Psalm some holy spirit, the angel was a vision of resplendent beauty as it hovered in mid air above the knoll. Apex axis crux and citadel pinnacle's peak. And yet I would distance traveled time spent like to mitigate this of in to you. What then is the essence of metaphysical mystique. I say lets ethereally sublime be mesmerically enrapturing. Ecstatically euphoric and climactically ******** Let your vicarious recalcitrance revel in the prolific profuseness of my profundity as we lavish in our wanton abandon. Though paw flaw laws are to claws aimed craw, horsefeathers are more proficient and surreal on the salaciously seductive.
Sep 22, 2021
Sep 22, 2021 at 11:42 PM UTC
(this pastiche promulgated many moons ago from those screaming ****** thirsty headlines from the Italian court for justice sans the brutal homicide attributed to this then American college student and her ex-boyfriend). My gut reaction that zero apr guilt linkedin with lonely looking lass, who may very well bear the burden of culpable guilt for the rest of (what this totally tubular unknown guy no war) a fulfilling life.
with the assiduous vigor of a cadre of volunteers
brought sought after fruition of freedom
per the release of imprisoned young (twenty something) American lass
whose former life sentenced commuted to egress from an Italian jail
to her home within Seattle, Washington
whereby family, friends and strangers who fought for her liberation
breathed one palpable surprising sigh of euphoric relief
when the plane who boarded landed safely on the tarmac of SEATAC
aswarm with frenzied television camera crews
scrambled to get the initial scoop and what promises
to land this once anonymous cell bait
an undisclosed amount of lucre
which many on the other side of the pond
find mind boggling if not downright objectionable
moreso livid with rage
against the Machiavellian machine
on account of supposed culpability in tandem with her then boy friend
accused (under the guise of guilty fiat)
sans homicide of college roommate
now sought after garnering this fawning female
(salaciously tagged by Perugian court with the sobriquet “she wolf”
now faces a future replete with riches aplenty
allowing gravity of ugly epithet plus stigma from accusation of ******
to serve as basis for what will no doubt be a best seller
not to mention made for the silver screen blockbuster
with subsequent royal carpet treatment
to compensate for guilty judgment decreed
without tangible evidence nor fair trial to boot!
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 3:44 AM UTC
A shrink she is,
To my troubled self
Swirling thoughts,
blurry silhouettes,
Beautiful shadows,
Cast by a twilight
She smiles like it's sunset,
Resting cordially in a sofa,
Cross legged, hands on the knees
Her neck straight,
That I see blood pumping in her vein
At pace slightly above normal
I swear I would kiss it softly
Like a vampire, letting her feel my warm breath,
Onto her moisten skin,
While I smell her youth,
Like strawberries, red and luscious
Crazy i am,
But truly I know
That I need her next to me,
And not across a glass table,
Reflecting a magnificent sculpture of beauty,
But our bodies kissing,
Sharing sweat and warmth
Her voice melodic, echoing
And Her smell filling my lungs to the soul
Elating into bliss
And moaning in ecstasy
And yet, she fights the urge,
To claw across the table
Biting her lip salaciously
Listening to the words of a deranged poet
Luring his prey for a ****
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 5:03 PM UTC
Purely noumenal or epistemologically maieutic? Existentially transcendental transmogrification, transmute, transude, transubstantiate. Spiritual apercu’s incarnate. Infinite possibilities eidetic prospectus perpetrates incorporeity ideology’s perfectible ontology. Elan vital’s entelechy’s apotheosis. Psychic clarity’s evolutional ascension. Perpetuity’s adamant tenacity. Sentience’s inevitably irrefragable logistical tactician. Preternatural’s ostensibly immortal fecund.
Yes, lie with me and I will indeed proceed to exceed the parameters of your mind with mesmerizingly enrapturing ecstatic euphoria. Sublimely surreal futurity fatidic and decadently arrogant blatant flagrancy. Incorrigible atrociously impetuous impudence, pusillanimous no. Enthrallingly endearing sensually demonstrative flirtatious flamboyance. What’s to extravagant exorbitance portray……… exserted protuberance’s indefatigably indomitable. Sexuality’s infrangibly latent virilities, erotica erectile errantry’s hubris! Feral phrenic frenzied ***** salaciously seductive.
Jul 31, 2020
Jul 31, 2020 at 11:48 PM UTC
Oh lucious demons
Plastering salacious desires
Enticing the soul
Binding the darkest hour
Twisted sheets
Tangled around my soul
Mocking heavens journey
With demons delight.
Fingertips Salaciously tickling
Tender hearts strings
Pleading for a moments light
Gasping for another breathe
Passion embedded
Tiniest of thoughts
Pondering not mornings light
As the night fades to perfection.
Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 9:46 PM UTC