"silkiness" poems
It's not the warmth of your touch that makes me cringe
It's the underlying intimacy of it all
The dormant passion that lies beneath your fingertips
And it's not loving you that gives my bones goosebumps
It's the silkiness of your voice when you first utter sentimentality
And the flash of disappointment that dawns upon your face when I don't immediately regurgitate your emotions
But everyone I've ever known had to learn to crawl before they could walk
So would you mind terribly if I just held your hand for now?
Aug 29, 2012
Aug 29, 2012 at 5:28 PM UTC
Mummy used to buy me hair grease,
for my hair was a seismic wave of crease.
The scalp crying sweat,
the tantrums were the onset.
Wide tooth comb have mercy on the nots,
nests of lies and cheeky clots.
The flurries of dandruff deposit,
the skeletons in the closet.
Mummy brought out the blue magic,
the long strands thirsty to become ethic.
Such a wave of moisture,
like the silkiness of an oyster.
A perfect layer of braided Cornrows,
blended amongst the tropical mangoes.
Mummy says to me you’re a woman now,
be prepared and ready to plough,
the knotty hairs of your little ones.
Go and buy the same hair grease,
to ensure their naughty traits mature into peace.
Justine Louisy
Copyright ©Justine Louisy 2016
All Rights Reserved
Jul 9, 2020
Jul 9, 2020 at 1:38 AM UTC
i can still feel the tiny feet
of the static that
was running marathons when we first kissed.
i can still feel your burning
touch against my skin
and the times you
slipped your tongue in-
i can still feel you in colors like
lavender and grey
the silkiness of the sheets
the hex your body placed upon me.
i can still feel you like
a tug at my entire core.
i am always the one
who wants more.
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 8:42 PM UTC
In whiskey sodden dreams I feel silky bedclothes encompass
my flimsy pretty negligee clad body
Whimsy takes a hold, bold dreams drape my mind
My dimly lit boudour welcomes the vibrancy of the dream
Unblushingly dis inhibited by the sweet sickly whiskey
I feel frisky, risky, risqué
I want the silkiness of the dark dimly lit night to
ignite, I want flimsy, gipsy, filthy, ***** love.
In whiskey sodden dreams I feel my inner *****
in dreams I can open the door.
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 2:55 PM UTC
***i yearn for you
'tween raindrops
silkiness
of early morn's dew,
spirit
of twilight's mist
dark cherry wine's
intoxication
& comforts
of a different rhyme
those spaces
that enchant musings
toxic perfum'd lacings
air filled of metaphorical
blush'd smoke
gasping for surrender
'tween honey'd breaths
wafting in my mind
of nectar'd
burgundy enchantments***
Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 8:10 AM UTC
He showed up with flowers I didn't deserve.
My hair uncontrollable and my dress to short.
He said my name but it held no meaning in his mouth,
spit out without savouring.
I didn't know what to say when he expressed my beauty.
To much wine can make me bold.
Mouth has no filter,
cheeks flushed pink and my smile to free.
My laughter bursting brightly.
I began to notice his smile,
the silkiness of his voice.
He took my hand in his and there was no spark,
no strangled butterflies.
I fumbled awkwardly and he stared to hard.
Eyes unreadable and yet I already knew.
He asked to come in and it hit me,
that I was tired of dreaming of you at my window,
I'm always sitting on the edge of sorrow.
He kissed me so deeply that it's amazing he didn't steal my breath.
********** me with eager hands,
his lips lost on skin.
Eyes closed tightly,
I embrace the moment of letting someone in.
To rough and undeserving,
no emotion,
just need.
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 1:22 AM UTC
Scientists say chocolate releases
the same hormones into your blood
as being with your loved one does.
And so I'm sitting at my desk
and it's an ungodly hour to be eating candy
but you're not here and all I want is that
sweet, sweet satisfaction of having
the taste of you on my lips.
I'm craving you, a desire that
clenches at my stomach; all I want
is some oxytocin in my system.
I lean back in my chair and sigh, tearing
another wrapper as I do, each morsel a tease.
This cannot compare to the richness
of your eyes, or the silkiness of your thighs.
This makes my heart beat faster
but you- you make it pound. This sends warm
sensations through my body but your touch
sends lightning through my veins.
It's almost morning now,
wrappers are strewn about my desk
and yet I still crave you.
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 3:41 AM UTC
wild rose flower of the dawn.
a soft touch one heart bring tears
to my eyes.
wild rose
wild rose
how i wonder how you are.
the silkiness of lips of
wine.
in the meadow and in the grove
O'wild rose of loveliness
my spring flower of life you are
a song with in a song.
as pure as lily of spring water of life.
what is in a song but with in your heart
to love pure and warm.
Feb 22, 2011
Feb 22, 2011 at 6:48 PM UTC
I'm the fire of his afterthought,
the spark of guilt that lit his
soul on fire
that blazing innocence
around
his eyes
when he smiles
I stick tongue in his ear
in devilish voice
of seduction
whisper in heated
breath what I'm gonna
do to him,
one lick of heat
he flitters like a moth
to flame flickering in
and out breathing my
name; I got game, when
I make him holler in vain
he's tamed; sweet
as a kitten licking and
dipping in fiery pit,
as I allow him to suckle
a little *** having a fit,
mind bound in illusions
wrapping lips around
wanton conclusions
I leave him delusional as
I whip with lust; blowing
his mind just so, I can
control him as I allow him to
leave nibbling teeth marks
tonguing wetness
back to front upon
silkiness of skin,
delving into
softness of elusive
innocence;
still whispering words,
igniting fires of
desirable passion
as he's gasping for
breath between wet
thighs...yes I sighed
as each word and lick
fell between each
soft petal dripping
with his tenderest
touch caught as I
squeezed and teased,
the heat of his
passion blew flames
in and out of petalled
mouth, zapping any
thoughts of guilt;
sipping sweet nectar
seeking political
asylum as a defector
tasting his way south;
dribbling and mouthing
in hunger on bended
knee's to forever
please me as
he walked beside
me collared on leash;
in beggary silently
still ********** me
melting away each layer
with every lick of my
whip; he adored me
with his touch, as I,
his ebony skinned
Mistress whipped
his mind into
submission;
bending him
to my will
**** he
thrilled me
as I played
him like
a
fiddle,
he
dribbled
into
my
fiery
pit
in
which
he
was
well
equipped
so,
I
allowed
him
to
dip
with
his
flaming
hot
wick...LICKED
Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 4:32 AM UTC
There was a young man who sat by the Sea
Without fail, everyone knew, he would go every morning
The youth sat there to think and it made him feel free
Free to dream or not dream. When in bliss, when in mourning
He loved the Sea for its surface
Wind-kissed waves distorting starlight
He loved the Sea for it's depths
Churning into thick ink when absorbing the night
A love that began in small boyhood
Burying tiny toes within her cool sand
Though with the strong passion of man
The first time her wet silkiness tickled his hand
Oh, how he adored her! Through torrents and sun
Her whispers and shouts only separate intensities
But he would not go into her, for he feared just as much
She had told him, one by one, of her darkest propensities
So a sailor in heart, but in soul a wise lover
The boy, now a man paid respect to her glory
He and she, now and then, liked to play with each other
But she kept him from harm where she showed others fury
This went on, sunrise, sunset, and day after day
Until all the young man's friends were stooping and gray
Still the lull of the sea seemed to pull him away
From reality and back into it, he'd gone mad, some will say
And the time had come finally to confess all his desires
To do what he had refrained from for so long
On a particular eve that seemed wilder than any
The hour to usher in his destiny, and feel her sea-song
The storm caused curling foam,
Both entrancing and detestable
But to him, it looked like home
Like a restful sleep, quite testable
He thought, could this tumult be wrath of the Father?
Or is this a sign--the return of the Son?
Perhaps, 'tis a warning from the Holiest Ghost
He was wrong, but just right. 'Twas all this, but in one
And nearby sirens sang
For the bravery of their hero as he was swept from the shore
And far-off sirens rang
For the fate of the old man, the sailor, who watched the sea no more
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 3:18 PM UTC
Beguiling
Would you like to know the picture God carries of you first fired in his imagination then bathed in light
And the final element water I know the power fire has to loosen the quiet tongue the flame dances and
Leaps your mind and imagination falls in step recall marches in with abundant expansive dialogue the
More you talk the more thoughts rush in as where the final viewing is in the clearest pure water at first
You don’t expect your change of mood when you approach any size of water it can be just a pool or a
Tremendous lake and more favorable is the small setting with water present a peace will descend like
Misty silk it bellows out and gently descends engulfing you through this silky sheen you are the supreme
Vision of loveliness the male is never more handsome the woman is never more beautiful can it be any
Different to look upon a face through green sea colors that occur when the sun shines through the
Rolling wave’s silkiness is nothing but the master’s delightful touch God sees his
Daughters as true princesses of the mysterious desert and there was a reason that Valentino played
Sheiks of the mysterious desert land it made him incomparable and the women stood on equal footing
In character and looks spellbinding that is what you look like to God we love with all of our heart but his
Capacity is so far greater than ours every church around the globe would be busting at the seams and
More being constructed if people really knew God and his love that is the greatest cry of the human
Heart is to be loved it took a master deceiver and the greatest hater of mankind to wreck the havoc that
He has accomplished well why doesn’t God do more the artist sized it up when a broken bloodied savior
Was shown on Calvary with his arms outreached with the underlining words he loved you this much
You’re the whole of his existence there is master piece after master piece that hang in museums but
They pale and are considered inferior botched art next to his longing pleading eyes that say come unto
Me my treasure and know everlasting pleasure come and be seated around my throne your rightful
Place that was always my plan for you only death and sorrow awaits those that turn a deaf ear to
Perfect love
Jan 31, 2012
Jan 31, 2012 at 10:23 PM UTC
There no longer is light in once brightly lit blue eyes
The light has faded being overrun by
Rotting alone with the steam of the bath drawn
High in heat and low in self esteem
She sits wrinkling in her own decaying moods
The razored edge pressed against the bite plain palm of her left hand
The nails on her right too bitten and bruised from a nervous tick
That was earned over the formidable years of solitude
In the presence of a man, women or child
She chewed those nails untill only ****** stumps remained
To hold the blade against the skin
As she slits the frightened skin, it splits open against the cool metal
Repeatedly freezing her dead beating heart
Giving jumps to an amnesiac heart that forgot
The drums in which it beat alongside to the tune
Peeling at the edges to reveal a rotten core
Oozing with an unknown slime
The black coloured lumps of already clotted blood
From the twenty times before
She took the razor again in her hands
Again and
Again and over
Again.
Slowly and always she's been cutting off her life line
One slit of the vein at a time
Exposing the eroded mess of a body
And the tangles of a decomposing brain that is
Wishing away her life upon a dream
A dream inside the dream of a life that was not her own
The model who lives in anorexia, who cannot actually breathe
But it is what she wishes.
So her bones jut out like flags against the bathtubs silkiness
Her face is sunken, a hallowed place with no life
Her bones etched and engraved with years of fear
From the "dimples" and layers of fat that stuck to her like glue
The "flab" that was skin that hung loosely from her ribs
An aspiration that caused this illness
And set her on the course of searching for a homedial cure
Yet, she is not thin enough, so she cuts away the flesh upon her body
With salt mixing with soap
From her once bright blue eyes and
The suds within the steaming water
That lap against her skin like a cat tongue
Roughly tormenting her already devoured soul
A harsh reminder of what she could never have
So the resolution she came up was to carve away her insides
To give away her vitals to the poor children in the world
In an attempt to be rendered thin and to disappear from plain sight
But she still can't choose what stays and what fades away
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 2:27 PM UTC
Body of Whispers
come down on him
gentle sweep the feeling of sorrows
lay down her side
feel the glory of the moment
love whispers
gentle as two combine into each other
love is strong
engaging the life
bliss of twisted tongues
touch
feel
is this love
is this the moment
what someone meets for the first time
do they wait patiently in time
hungry pleases
cherish the love
in many ways to count
love can whisper
the meaning what one does for the either
body of whispers
sleep with her tonight
do not leave
for she prepares
early hour delight in the morning to taste
breakfast serve
where do you want her to express her soul
she'll prepare the delight of a meal
upon herself
he would look the amazing beauty
before his eye's
these whisper she speaks
through the ears of him
silent touch tells all
enchanted love is the fantasy
of a mans view
when he looks at the woman he loves
how she presents herself
to him as a gift of love
take her now
lets make heaven above
cream and sugar in his morning coffee
is it cream or is pure delight by her
for him to tastefully endure such a gift by her love
she is amazing
she is the love of his life
he to presents the vision for her to hold
upon her hand
allowing her to feel touch
the strength of his growth
no matter how they whisper
to each other
body of whispers
gently becomes
the love of two people
who feel for each other
for breakfast is serve
come to her gently
feel the silkiness of her skin
soft
pure
kiss to all her well being of her soul of her body
she feels to
as you both touch the four play of each other
body
mind
soul
to touch
kiss the moist for the flavors are yours to have
come down on him
tongue is spoken
with so much emotion
of her moist lips
upon his growth to her
channel of turns rotating the gift
she beginnings the emotion of her lips of her tongue
come down on him
whisper to him
take her to the table
let him give her all
for pleasure are there
early hour of the morning whispers
bring the love of explosion
come to him
come to her
body of whispers
secretly turns the tables around
love begins never ends
all you hear
is silent
all you hear
is silent without the whisper
by the two
who whisper the night
early hour of the morning
bodies combine into passionate
of exotic ways
by two
by love
by the silent by the body of whisers
Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 4:32 PM UTC
Nature’s lessons
Drift among the distant hills of Texas call the blue bells from sleep
Remember youthful play to far away amidst the mist with gray to weep
Clear the eyes by today’s joys see the river endlessly meander enter the flow
Never a heart as livened by the blustering wind release your heart let it go
Deepest longing when nature is observed clouded sky blades of grass sigh
Walk with bare feet delight sensual connection with spine among tender shoots
Hills ever roll lower lands expand to the morning sun in these common rays are its roots
The butterfly’s wings brings a carefree silkiness in tiniest span painted in miniature still spell bounding
Was the soul before in a fix trouble wide seemingly to high follow with the eye the bird’s joyful sounding?
The trees stand in a blessed grove canopied sheltering arms holds you with tendrils most tender
In this shady soft light you can find rest and comfort all is ease here you can have your heart free just surrender
In this we conclude by scenes of rapture we have loved and together we have tasted earthen glory
By minds in concert we have purged evils vale arrested mystical truths and with great thrill we share the story
Not everyone will go on this quest to define and know each other in innocence it makes for a rare find
The key that opens the door is discovery the door is patience the way ever opens by love and trust ever will the two bind
Jan 10, 2012
Jan 10, 2012 at 1:26 PM UTC
Silkiness trickles down my calves
Pencil protruding from a puncture wound
Yellow woods, stained crimson
Oh…. Nothing there
Eyes travel over blooming hair
Grassy greens into a sky blue
On a sticky afternoon
I’m glad she didn’t notice
The pencil finally ends its dance
And the figures start to breath
Penciled eyes blink, sweet mouths curve
Please talk to me
A slender figure dancing on the trees
Right outside my window
What a curious way to entertain me
Why don’t people see?
I hallucinate there’s a world around
With people crowding all around
I imagine some asking, pleading, begging me
Muffled voices murmuring.
Wake up darling.
Be alive and speak
That’s why it’s only a dream
Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 5:28 PM UTC
The Flower – A Tribute ©
Thank you flower for the wonderful bouquet you present to me
Thank you flower for your fragrance
That fills the air and makes me smile
Thank you flower for allowing me touch your silkiness
And to feel beauty
Thank you flower for blessing me with your array of colors
Thank you flower being there...
On my Birthday and to count the years
On Mother’s Day to thank Mom for being Mom
On Father’s Day to be with Dad
On Valentine’s Day to let my sweetheart know I love her
On my wedding day to celebrate my relationship
To celebrate my child’s birth
At so many special occasions
Even when there wasn’t a good reason
And one last thank you,
Thank you for being there when I pass on
I know you will brighten the room
Even if it is a sad moment for those left behind
Thank you flower for making me feel better
Knowing that you will be there
Andreas Simic©
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 11:02 AM UTC
I should not have washed the shirt you wore
You have left
No traits of you to be found
I still could smell your scent
I still feel the texture of your skin
the silkiness of your hair
on the tip of my fingers
I am infatuated with you
My vulnerability comes short of your passiveness
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 10:47 PM UTC
Beyond this tenebrous curtain, fear associates
itself substantially, refusing to take separation.
I am inclusive to the elements. Tangible forces
caress without inhibition.
Without respect it inspects. I respond with aversion
but cannot cure a prevention.
Swallowed alive am I! Ineffective inside these bowels,
without the slightest hint of protection.
I stretch my arms, trying to fight an unseen burden.
I rely wholly on touch, 'tis a war far from won.
Motion is stalled as heavy weight pushes down into
this abyss. Poundage is transferred upon other parts
of my decrepit fragility. I am being suffocated by the
enormity of my aggressor. Will is weak but I find strength,
adrenalin is guided from fear and I use it.
Surging forward I lift my assassin. I can feel the blackness
wrapping around my being, invading my face. They bind
around me like tentacles of a octopus squeezing tighter and
tighter. I summon the strength to heave the creature upwards.
The weight now lifted but still these bindings grip my all.
I grapple until I feel a sudden ease and I am free.
Illumination now presents this assailant before my own eyes.
The silkiness of such sheer cotton sheets piled up in the middle
of my bed, now in this light look as harmless as they are in reality.
I hear the groaning and look over to see the rising cloud, resonating from the floor beside my crib.
I flinch with fear as my spouse scowls over at me.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 9:03 AM UTC
I never had a chance,
To spread my love,
I knew you wouldn't give me a glance,
You were like an angel from above
The sparkle in your eyes,
The easiness in your laughter,
It came to me as a surprise,
When I found out what you were after
I felt the beating of your heart,
The silkiness of your skin,
I never wanted to be apart,
Or for us to come to an end
I could not sustain,
When you said we were through,
I could not ease the pain,
I will never be the same with out you
Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 12:26 AM UTC
I see perfection
In every bit of creation
In the mess I leave behind
After cooking a meal,
After planning a trip.
I demand perfection.
I see it, but I can't touch it:
It is an idea
Never to be complete.
To see is to rage,
To touch is to choose reality.
Mediocrity is necessary:
It is all that there is.
It takes eternal time
To reach any kind of completeness.
To exist is to be missing
Sense, parts, matter,
Soul, feelings, rhythm,
Nutrients, flavor, smell,
Roughness, silkiness, deepness.
Ten out of ten
Is a ridiculous possibility.
Six out of ten
Is a step into,
A plausible, reachable,
Achievable
Perfection.
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 9:30 PM UTC
I believe that she's a goddess
in all her female, feline glory
every worry seems to fade
when I stroke her from neck to tail
Pine-tree eyes gazing from underneath the table,
a rarely used mew like the tinkling of chimes,
intricate silkiness intersewn with sable,
and a glinting little bell collar, shining like new dimes
I hardly ever see her,
but she's there when I need her,
as if bleeding saltwater
causes her to feel friendly.
If I ever have to leave this earth,
I want to find the feline hearth,
with all of its eternal worth.
If something,
someone ends me,
That's where she'll send me.
Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 7:02 PM UTC
It was the second to last time
that I had you,
curled beside me,
chest rising & falling,
slowly & rhythmically
to the beat of
an *****
I wished more than anything to be mine;
but it was not so.
Taste of liquor still
heavy, weighing between
my slightly pouting lips,
I think a part of me knew,
even then,
that this may be the last time.
Convincing myself,
little did I know this effort
had persisted
nearly a year,
green I was
to hope for more.
Yet hope I did.
Your body felt so soft &
melodious
as it gently greeted my own,
lost in its
hidden intentions,
the music that echoed
against
the cement walls
sounded too loud
& drowned out
notes of rhyme & reason.
Today lay I that song to rest
yet not without again
questioning
the senses felt
come the first exposure
to new lyrics, melodies,
and sounds.
The bitter taste,
his sweet recipe
left upon my tongue,
I will never forget,
nor the smell of the
vanilla candles
and soft feelings
of perceived,
believed silkiness,
I now feel the cold, hard
linoleum
as it presses against my cheek.
Sometime they will
pass, leave me;
until then
the second to last time
is too loud
for this time.
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 7:36 PM UTC
trace
the emptiness of my skin
constellations
connected to the changing
ocean in my eyes
it looks away
roam
your calm eyes
over me
my still form
moving in happiness
when i am sad
see the rain
in my eyes
the way it looks away
twirl
a strand of my hair
in between your finger tips
whisper
to me
of it's silkiness
i will pretend nothing
a storm in my eyes
looking away
taste
my lips against yours
seasoned
by the cool setting sun of autumn
my eyes
ignited gold
my the rays
look away
do you notice
my eyes
after you tell me
over and over
how beautiful
they are
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 12:56 PM UTC