"shapeliness" poems
The call to slumber was never so alluring,
Until nights you were near,
From warmth emitting your body,
To the scent of your hair,
The silhouette of your frame,
Shifting to meet the shapeliness of mine,
Like fingers meeting fingers our bodies lay intertwined.
Peacefully we lie.
Arms draped securely around you,
Your head snug aloft my breast,
Forehead resting lightly against my chin,
Delicate glances upward,
Affectionate are the kisses given.
Ear to chest—sound of the finest heartbeat,
Floating further toward slumber with each pounding melody...
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 10:01 PM UTC
Pink satin covers her...compliments her womanly frame...
every curve so perfect before my eyes
sunlight shimmering through the window onto her tanned skin
oh such shapeliness that consumes the soul....ignites such desire....
pink satin lingerie conforming to her sultry frame
she sits by the window...watching me with a loving smile....
telling me to come hither without saying a word...
as I long to reveal to her all this soul hungers for....
to let my fingers touch the soft, smoothness of her skin...
feeling her shiver in sweet bliss from it....as like meet....ravenous embrace...
we speak of such fiery desires that grow....without saying a word....
oh yes my Lady....My love.....
open yourself to me and let me in...make me a part of you....
to grow so close together....nothing shall ever make us part....
she is my angel in pink satin....so ravishing her beauty is
that mere words can never truly compliment it...
how how I long to hold her so close to me
her ******* pressed against my chest
as fingertip run up and down her back
listening to her soft breath....gentle whispers of devotion...
while within that moment...we are one in spirit...
hearts entwined....and together...we complete each other so perfectly...
she is my angel in pink satin....my muse to the words I write...
my every passionate desire...and the meaning of the love in my heart.
Aug 20, 2012
Aug 20, 2012 at 9:39 PM UTC
Mrs Wren said
she'd have her husband back
if she could
but the guy was just
too wrapped up
in himself
and even though he thinks
the world of his kid
he thinks of other things
or others more
like that time
when he promised to come
to the kid's birthday party
and didn't show
o
he said
I had some one come call
and I didn't want to send
them away
(woman probably
the one he has at the office
who cleavage is to die for)
and that other time
when he said he'd
have the kid
while I had a trip
with the girls out
but no at the last minute
he doesn't show
it's all I had the flu
or I had one of my heads
(more like
the ***** turned up)
and I had to stay at home
while the girls went
and had a good time
or that other time
when he said I
was the most important person
in his life
and wanted me
as his wife
then he goes off
with a smooth talking
wiggly *** girl
with her own car
and only after
he'd got as far
as he could with her
did he return tail
( or something)
between his legs
and flowers
and chocs
and o so sorry honey
I had her all wrong
it's you who mean
the most to me
or that time
when we were on
our honeymoon
( the kid conceived
that time)
and walking arm in arm
along the beach
him spewing
all the words
the romantic stuff
but eyeing all the girls
taking in their bikinis
or their shapeliness
and one even came up
and had the nerve
to chat him up
while I stood there
giving her the glare
and he o so Mr Cool
forgetting me standing
like a fool
or that afternoon
I found him in our bed
with that woman upstairs
the one who borrowed
the sugar each week
and all he said was
you know me honey
I'm weak
I can't resist the eyes
but there you go
Mrs Wren said
I love him so
despite the lies.
Oct 13, 2013
Oct 13, 2013 at 2:58 AM UTC
I looked like a chap in this riff
Instead, it's summer but I'm cold
The blouses in colours were rolling over
Like a roller coaster on amusement park
I stand accused by the movements of spouse
I became like a ***** as a regular beyond
It's summer but I'm cold instead
I looked like a pure trash,
Why?
The blouses were engaging cordial with skirts
The shapeliness arised more impartial
I am caught cold by summer blouses
Summer sun ain't amiable,
Summer sun heats, but I'm caught cold
I'm caught cold by an allure
I became like a leopard tortoise
afraid of the motion sounding
I seemed to have forgotten myself
I became a freezer in the summer
People attentioned me like a December
I became the moment of fooling smiles
Caused by the spouses in blouses and skirts.
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 5:29 PM UTC
I look at you with lust – so smooth and long,
So firm, cream-filled, yet softening to my tongue,
Your sleek, smooth covering heaven to my eyes.
My conscience pricks. I know I am unwise.
Your sensuous shapeliness invades my soul
With urgent passion to consume you, whole.
In my desire to press you to my lips
I feel you slinking slowly to my hips.
It breaks my heart to leave you lying there …
Yes – how much is that chocolate éclair?
Author - Yvonne M Fee
Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 7:40 AM UTC
Omó tò rèwá
I know you're fine yes I do
Beauty is written all over you
You've got the aura with a beautiful heart though a lonely one yet a happy one...
You are admirable, adorable, angelic, appealing, beauteous, captivating, charming, classy, comely, cute, dazzling and delicate
Omó tò rèwá
I know you're fine yes I do
Your pictures always reflect a joyful enveloped personality
You stand awe and endowed with nature's shapeliness
You are delightful, divine, elegant, enthralling, enticing, excellent, exquisite, fair, fascinating, fetching, fine, foxy, good-looking, gorgeous, graceful and grand,
Omó tò rèwá
I know you're fine yes I do
though I ain't seen you physically before
Your graphic images in pixels reflect an alluring splendid statuesque
You are ideal, inviting, lovely, magnetic, magnificent, marvelous, mesmeric, nice, pleasing, pretty and pulchritudinous
Omó tò rèwá
I know you are fine yes I do
though I have never kissed you yet I know you lack no kisses
No one kisses Ugliness
You are radiant, ravishing, refined, resplendent, shapely, stunning, sublime, superb and symmetrical
Omó tò rèwá
I know you are fine yes I do
though I've never made love to you but I know you lack no love
Yet I can't wait to make love to you
Omó tò rèwá
You are fine yes you are
You are Beautiful beyond words
that's what you are
You are taking, tantalizing, teasing, tempting, well-formed, winning and wonderful.
Omó tò rèwá
The Beautiful One
"The Beauty of My Love"
You and I are Beautiful together
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 12:40 AM UTC
She is the Flower Amongst the Flowers©
Like her fellow kind she is graceful as her petals reach for
the morning sunlight
Soft and gentle in the cool morning breeze she sways
In that moment there is calmness that belies her truth
For she sheds the morning dew drops like the tears of someone
you hold dear
Her long slender neck carries the heavy load which grows
with time and maturity
If she had lips one would need to be cautious for she is
laced with thorns
Thorns that can stab you whether wittingly or unwittingly
and make you bleed
The cuts sharp and piercing and not something to be taken lightly
They will leave you in pain like a heart that has been torn
Her beginning is like most from a small acorn of a seed,
she begins to sprout
Only a glimpse of what she will ultimately become shows
in those early days
But one day her long stem like the legs of a shapely woman
will be firm and supple
Time will pass and she will outgrow many of her family
She will be more popular and hold a special place
When selected for meaning in people’s lives
Like the moods of a woman her colors are varied
And carry with them the potential for an array of emotions
The deepness of meaning representing the well of life
Sometimes half full and sometimes half empty,
but always refreshing
Each color part of a spectrum and the bounty
of feelings it can bring
The folds of her blossom are complicated and intricate yet delicate
From a distance she stands out to your eye,
her beauty catching your breath
Her shapeliness recognizable on sight like a familiar friend,
relative or lover
She is the flower amongst flowers
She is the rose
Andreas Simic©
Sep 22, 2017
Sep 22, 2017 at 11:01 AM UTC