"satiating" poems
*After a satiating road trip
you chug beer, not sip*
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 7:41 AM UTC
I'll ravage your flesh with a ferocious hunger,
devoid of any restraint or inhibition, as I immerse myself
in the pursuit of satiating my most primal desires.
With every inhale, the intoxicating scent of your flower
captivates my senses, leaving me lusting for the delectable
sweetness that lies within. It's a flavor that seduces like a
symphony playing upon my taste buds, awakening an insatiable
craving that consumes me from within.
So, my love, settle upon my tongue and allow yourself to
indulge in the enchanting sensations that await you there.
Feel the heat of my breath mingling with your essence, teasing
and coaxing, guiding you towards the pinnacle of pleasure.
As the strands of your hair intertwine with my grasp, I will
shape our movements with unwavering confidence, leading you
through the tumultuous symphony of our desire.
In my presence, the strength of our connection will resonate
through every fiber of your being.
Your legs will surrender to their trembling under the weight of
our intense union, while your heart and soul collide with a force
so powerful it leaves no doubts or hesitation in your mind.
You will know, without the shadow of a doubt, that you
belong to me and me alone.
And allow me to confess, my darling, that my words possess
a hypnotic quality that penetrates your very core.
Even before my teeth sink into the tender flesh of your neck,
my lips will grace its surface, ascending its contours like
a mountaineer seeking the highest summit.
With every touch, every caress, the walls within you will
yield gradually and willingly, testaments to the profound pleasure
I offer and the ecstasy we create together.
As our passionate encounter reaches its zenith, I want you to
revel in the knowledge that every moment has been a sensational surrender to the depths of desire.
My whispers, soft as silk against your ear, will affirm the
undeniable truth that our connection is beyond question or doubt.
It is a truth that we share, etched upon our very beings, binding
us together in an unbreakable bond.
In the end, my love, there is no room for uncertainty.
Your complete and utter enjoyment of our encounters is not
a mere fleeting possibility but an irrefutable reality that we
both embrace. In the whispers of our ecstasy, in the echoes
of our connection, the affirmation resounds loudly and clearly:
__You belong to me, my love... and forevermore,
you shall remain mine and mine alone.__
Feb 10, 2024
Feb 10, 2024 at 12:08 PM UTC
timber habitats are vanishing, on the Earth's mass
timber habitats are vanishing, on the Earth's mass
bulldozers and axes, lethal their mix
bulldozers and axes, lethal their mix
on the Earth's mass, bulldozers and axes
vanishing timber habitats, lethal their mix
the number one priority, where is the preserving and conserving
the number one priority, where is the preserving and conserving
tree dwelling creatures, served eviction from their homes
tree dwelling creatures, served eviction from their homes
preserving and conserving, tree dwelling creatures homes
from eviction, the number one priority
tree felling goes on unabated, wooded residencies destroyed
tree feeling goes on unabated, wooded residencies destroyed
profits to be ever reaped, satiating the logger's greed
profits to be ever reaped, satiating the logger's greed
unabated the logger's tree felling goes on
satiating greed destroyed, wooded residencies reaped
wood residencies destroyed, on the Earth's mass
served eviction from their homes, tree dwelling creatures
timbered habitats are vanishing, the number one priority
profits to be ever reaped ,bulldozers and axes lethal their mix
tree felling goes on unabated, satiating the logger's greed
where is the preserving and conserving?
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 9:37 AM UTC
#***Blackwater rise up from artesian fountains
Upsurge from the provenance of earthen soul
Mingle unto a river of willow’s bend and sway
Rooted in boulders***
*scattered within
milestones
and*
***riverbed Cornerstones
Gray
As though empowering sown seeds mightily strewn
With intent a higher law's freshet flows
For to stream from silence in a satiating tongue
Rolling currents thickly bestow
A river of simple truth lay bare
A stream of random kindness betides,
Rivulets of unconditional love abounding
Rootstock birthplace coursing passage from whence
Unbounded rivers' silent reverie manifests
Rippling cadence immersing pulsing whispers
Unbounded rivers rushing deep and wide
Blossoming undercurrents gushing,
resounding,
rhythmic ebb and flow
Verve undulating wholly alive
Genesis of soul marrow's enlightened shine ―
Wellsprings arise from bedrock
ancient mother earth
A surmounting light leavens abidingly
From imploring water's flowing river song
To illuminate the beckoning pathway's bearings
divergent from thither and yon
Through which to portage
A way to carry back home in psalm***
h.a. rivers ... November 4th, 2017
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 7:59 PM UTC
a funny odd thing happened when plato banished
the poets from his republic,
he invited the likes of mozart
into it... oh god the jealousy grew...
i say, the Platonic idea of music
never mind relations with men
and women gave us opera! hmm!
opera! if plato didn't banish the
poets from his utopia we'd have no
opera! the market is saturated though,
england the most musical nation
has become over-saturated with music...
in it, i could write philosophy on toilet-paper,
wipe my *** with it and tell you
it's candy-floss... honest to god, cross
my heart, stand leg tied like on a crucifix
and name all the scouts' honours
including the one about aiding an old
lady cross the street...
the music over-powered, no wonder
the poets have a battering ram with them
(there's so many of them! ooh, a mongolian horde
on the prowl),
they're thumping and with trébuchets
launching rotten cabbages and tomatoes
at the walls of this ridiculed utopia...
sure, banish poetry, create opera,
and everyone "suddenly" speaks less
eloquently...
darwinism is just a nice way of talking
about genocide our species did unto
humanoids in between resemblance
and the assembly line... where no
other species evolved to extract history
so far back as to carve an existential
chasm, a grand canyon of despair,
hoping that a little stream of celebrity
culture feeding us would "do the trick"
of becoming satiating...
i just laugh... atheism and darwinism
don't mix... mass ****** torture and sodomising
children and atheism fits to a crescendo!
applause.... encore... applause... ah...
now that's my jaw dropping thing to smile at.
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 11:40 AM UTC
It's cold and it's empty, this
hollowed out feeling of pleasure...
I focus on the rush of desire -
desire for the sensations alone...
The sweet friction in my center,
the pounding force of what is
you, merely a tool for my cravings'
fulfillment; an object for nothing
but my physical satisfaction;
a satiating of my burning lust...
You're worthless to me outside
this externally needful task...
Not my heart, neither my soul,
have even the smallest holding
pocket, cradling some sort
of love or care for you...
Tell me, please, why we do
this to ourselves, over and
over, again and again...?
Are we honestly contented by
the passionless movements of
our graceless pieces and parts?
Is this animalistic ritual
the solution for what we so
desperately search for; that for
which we agonizingly struggle,
crawling down confused, tangled
paths, looking without knowing
exactly what we seek,
despairing, sickly, exhausted, and
so pathetic; so pitifully weak??
Are we satisfied with *******
Just ******* could that be
the answer to the question
that, from existence becoming,
the human being has been,
from the depths of the soul,
constantly, repetitively screaming?
I cannot bring myself to
believe such a notion could hold
a sand grain's worth of truth, but
you seem to have accepted
this joyless, hope-crushing idea,
and as for myself, I know
I'll only continue ignoring that
which my heart keeps urgently
speaking with a driving,
whispering voice, from my
inner-most recesses, and
continue on with the oblivious
dance of this pretending; this
charades game all the world
eagerly strives to play...
I will bottle the juices of
my self-deceiving, self-depriving
fruits, borne of my guilt, my
denial birthed shame...
Yes, of course! I'm absolutely
satisfied with the act of
mere ******* Feelings of
wholeness sweep and flutter,
butterflying the insides
of my body's unseen puzzle pieces,
and I'm simply overflowing
with this ever so peaceful calm...
Lies, fiction, deception, robed
by willfully grasped ignorance,
keeps us marching, two-by-two,
silently miserable husks, just
living until it's time to lay
in another void-like place, this
one our grave, lonely and cold...
And now it doesn't seem like
there's anything left, for
any one of us, to say...
Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 7:52 AM UTC
The wind blows in a restive frenzy,
But knows not which way to go.
Dead leaves caper ecstatically
In the hope of reanimation.
The lascivious earth wears petrichor;
Craving for his touch.
Her paramour with a tumultuous roar,
Seems invincible in his virility.
The grim atmosphere lights intermittently
As the sparks of their passionate paroxysm burst through.
The ******** tryst leaves him exhausted.
Satiating her voracity was an arduous feat.
What once seemed invincible now floats decrepit;
Oblivious to the agents of his decay.
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 7:06 AM UTC
People come here and they eat,
satiating their tongue
to me, it seems like a never ending repeat
of an eluding trance song
I do not complain
for every time he wipes me clean
soaking my tears, healing my pain
leaving behind some ornamental scars
There are others also, like me
of different shapes and size
in apparent harmony with no common goal
we just pick up the chatter and claim to be wise.
The lamps glow, in the dark a vibrant rainbow
for an evening, light up my mundane life
the soft wind, makes the chime cling
ostentatious beauty, made for some heart to zing.
Even when the breeze dries, be happy, eat and drink
to connect to your heart I will always be here
the lonely candle will again light up,
and you shall find your much needed cheer.
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 6:50 AM UTC
Things are tasteless anymore, I thought that I would have come full circle by now; I have not. My pallet is wet and dripping with hunger for what? Yet the thought of satiating this ****** need causes a kind of reeling from somewhere deep within. There is something of a beast with holding the answer from both this page and myself. It is quite the monstrosity that I find now and again, its claws digging and tearing at the base of brain stem and spine. It softly whimpers, giving away its position for all to hear.
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 8:19 PM UTC
Carefully caressing your cheek
Fretting fiercely over fig cake
Greeting gracefully
Gorging gloriously
Happily humming hyms heroically
While finishing fig cake ferociously
Starting in p ending in y
Plainly pointing the position
The poppies placed with percision
Deliciously devilishly delightful
Boy! Fig cake filled me up...
Sitting, satiating sizable crumbs
Placed on the poppy plate
Suddenly the slightest smell sinks my sore eyes
I decided to rise to go to bed
Ahhhhhh....
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 1:56 AM UTC
'switch off your humanity,'
said the vampire to the newborn,
'can't **** humans dry when
your compassion is your compass'
trying to take on terror and
tremendousness all in one is a task,
satiating the desire to succumb and
strike those who desire you into submission
if life isn't a tight rope then i'm not a
bloodthirsty woman ready to pounce,
practicing patience and practicality,
wishing i could just rip out jugulars
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 10:57 AM UTC
I LOVE YOU LIKE;
like the rivers love floods,
the clouds love the vapors,
my inner tissue loves nicotine,
the surface loves the earthquake,
a famine loves a deserted place,
the fire loves more oxygen,
the waters love the hurricane,
the ache loves the pain,
the euphoria loves the trance,
the darkness loves the night,
the anger loves the fight,
Sometimes I wander into my own world ,
being self centered
all those distances in between
well I say **** those distances
I want to here ,
I want you near ,
I love you and will always do
handle with care
all those fragile pieces of your heart that you are broken into ;
Well nothing sums up my
cravings , satiating me
knowing your soul more .
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 6:41 AM UTC
Unblemished veneer caresses each fold
Glossy sheen with silken strands manifold
Face brimming with rosy hue; underneath satin sheaths scrolled
Coarse fibers with satiating nutrients doled
My eyes peel each savory layer, delicately kneading each fiber apart
My nostrils intoxicated by sweet, pungent aroma your core doth impart
My fingers ****** and swab each, soft, curvaceous part
My lips drivel as the sugary juices from your mellow stalk doth depart
Aug 14, 2011
Aug 14, 2011 at 1:58 AM UTC
Rising Tide.
Fading sunlight.
Ascendin hunger.
Descending tolerance.
I crave; a bowl of soup.
Light.
Darkness.
Blackout.
Carried.
Where?
A prayer answered.
A beg for a bite.
The loss of limb.
So what?
I am filled.
Pain.
Hunger.
Satiated...
I am sold;
ornamented in the devil's almirah...
Jul 3, 2011
Jul 3, 2011 at 11:14 AM UTC
Every waking moment
a painful reminder
of the distance
keeping us separate
It's as though
my hands are reaching
for something
I can't touch
Time and space
between us both
only serves to cause
another heartache
another teardrop
another painful flashback
It's almost surreal
whenever our paths
cross
She makes me whole
filling empty spaces
in my heart
like elixer
satiating
my parched soul
She plants roses
in my veins
and paint colours
in my mind
She makes reality
a little more tolerable
Her voice
a cheerful ******
resonates throughout
my entire being
undulating even
the dustiest chords
in my soul
Her eyes
those soulful windows
searches the recesses
of my soul
helping me
find myself
Her scent
a lingering fragrance
that never seems
to dissipate
from my mind
She's the reason
I remain awake at night
She has turned reality
into a sweet dream
And every night
I pray for her
before
I slip into slumber
to dream of her
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 10:03 AM UTC
Embracing
I, tugging at his hair
(wishing I could tug at his belt)
him, paced and guided,
guiding his hand lower
I wish I could feel him tighten
I felt myself loosen
Almost collapsing into his arms
Almost gasping
Almost neglecting knowing of where I was
(where I wish we were,
under my sheets,
him between my sheaths
moving like the waves
to the rhythm of the moon
drift sideways, in and out
tensing, pausing, the sun almost breaking through,
sea foam contracts and disappears
the waves in his eyes
dilute, dilate.
whilst mine, with body
retire with the satiating taste of his lips
on my own)
– where was I again?
Sep 21, 2012
Sep 21, 2012 at 8:08 AM UTC
Thinking about me,
She starts longing,
For me & my touch.
She coils in her bed,
Missing me she smiles,
The pillow in her clutch.
Twinkling in the sockets,
The two dwindling stars,
She sinks deep in the bed.
But she could only imagine it,
How my manly touch would be,
Soft & sensual or strong & rough.
Pitch dark nights she spends awake,
Whispering my name from far away,
She swings alone in crests & troughs.
Missing me dearly & often complains,
Satiating her with my words & poems,
That's all that I could supply her with.
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 1:22 AM UTC
What exactly are we afraid of?
feeling liberated or being berated?
satiating my thirst for love seems easy
but the thought makes me queasy
the reasons complex
my head's a clouded mess
rotting piles of plastic phrases festering while resting in crowded corners
not neglected nor respected
because it's infected, contagious and spreading
setting the tone for the rest of the night
it's like an internal fight
but there's no winner
i'm just a beginner, or better a sinner
maybe some food or dinner will put to rest
this litmus paper truth test...
my head is like a jail
and i'm stuck in a head arrest.
Jan 20, 2012
Jan 20, 2012 at 12:58 AM UTC
He comes to me with such a force
as if moving through a wall of fire
Things are definitley heating up I say
as he puts his fingers to my lips
but no words are needed right now
we can save those for another day
He grips my shoulders, spins me around
and pushes me up against the wall
Satiating his sudden appetite
by taking my mouth, my body, my all
He works those masterful hands
over my body with such a talented skill
can't help but succumb to them
can't help but to just bend unto his will
Surprised and stirred I return the heat
as my fingers dig into his hips
not wanting the moment to pass
this moment that started with such a fiery kiss
Mar 7, 2011
Mar 7, 2011 at 1:12 PM UTC
You make me feel like I'm on fire with the slightest touch or brush against my skin.
Your passion makes me tremble and shake.
What is this electricity?
No, electricity is not right...
What is this inferno?
Feb 2, 2010
Feb 2, 2010 at 11:00 AM UTC
it's a tad overcast
in our parts to-day
and rain shall fall
by the end of day
the weathermen
have told us to be ready
as the falls of rain
will be quite steady
we've got our wellington boats
at our back doors
and our umbrellas
are unfurled on verandah floors
the rain will give us
no trouble at all
as a matter of fact
we'll be pleased with its call
for the rain's multitude of drops
we've been waiting
and its pitter patter
will be ever so satiating
conditions have been
as dry as a bone
a few puddles on the roads
will not makes us groan
the rain has just started
to spill o'er the town
and all of our car windows
have been left down
but we're really happy
that the rain is falling
listening to its moistening spree
is ever so enthralling
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 6:27 PM UTC
my palate favors
particular concoctions
over too many pots
and helpings spurned
I don’t need
to taste everything
imported from China
suped-up HFCS and MSG
the first bites are yum
across hungry tongue
but the rest are all meh
instigating regretful churns
and nutrient deficiencies
I just want that
raw, organic, GMO-free
concentrated, satiating
perfected recipe
crafted expertly
on my tongue
daily
x3
Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 6:50 PM UTC
it's a tad overcast in our parts to-day
and the rain shall fall by the end of the day
the weathermen have told us to be ready
as the falls of rain will be quite steady
we've got our Wellington boots at our back doors
and our umbrellas are unfurled on verandah floors
the rain will give us no trouble at all
as a matter of fact we'll be pleased with it's call
for the rain's multitude of drops we've been waiting
and it's pitter patter will be ever so satiating
conditions have been as dry as a bone
and a few puddles on the road will not make us moan
the rain has just started to spill o'er the town
and all of our car windows have been left down
but we're really happy that the rain is falling
listening to it's moistening spree is ever so enthralling
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 5:24 AM UTC
Am an animal
a pig, an ape, a wolf
satiating the instincts, is all I seek
then I wear the robe of intellect
and have a mental ****
Feb 13, 2010
Feb 13, 2010 at 4:35 AM UTC
I took a bite
out of the unexpected
I was starving
to let go
of my "should's"
just to see what's
on the other side
of your flavor
*And it was sooooooo
satiating*
Jun 3, 2025
Jun 3, 2025 at 6:52 AM UTC