"squeezin" poems
Little heaven
Little homeliness
Little money
Little loneliness
Little me
Little you
Little time
Little clue
Little life
Litte sleep
Little love
For me to keep
Little point
Little reason
Little love
But I'm still squeezin
I'm still trying
Don't know why
If its not me
It leaves or dies
Little time
Little place
falling behind
Pick up the pace
Who to have
Who to choose
Little me
Without the You
Little me
Without the you
Little time
Little clue
Little reason
Little place
Life is wheezin
After the race
Life is long
Life is short
Life is wrong
Life will hurt
Life will last
Forever for me
Cause life wont end
A lock with no key
Life won't end
Till I seize to see
Life won't end
Till I end me.
Life won't end
Until life leaves me
May 17, 2012
May 17, 2012 at 11:24 PM UTC
I'm.....
leanin' in to kiss you
feelin' your heart beatin'
squeezin' your thigh
movin' in closer
runnin' my hand along your chest
You're.....
reachin' for me
pullin' me near
playin' in my hair
caressin' my cheek
nibblin' at my neck
We're.....
cravin' one another
searchin' to be close
achin' for that moment
joinin' the other in oneness
movin' together
takin' us both higher
achievin' that incredible passion
I awake...
I yawn....
I stretch.....
I moan......
"oh **** yet another sweet dream of love makin' with you~"
2007
COPYRIGHT; Sabrina Denise Healey,
~Angelmom~
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 11:40 PM UTC
ummm!! I'm gonna take his
blindfold off for him to savor
me with his gaze, eyes roam
touchin' me in silent awe; finger
tastin', the unthinkable, straddlin',
squeezin', teasin' and grazin' nips
leavin' wet trails of pleasure upon
briny masculinity; listenin' to his
heart race, ignites lustful tremors
stroked insanity, slippery slit teases;
thoughts throb, as thickness swells,
swollen senses breathe deeply of
soaked scents; flickin' bud betwixt
achin' petals...damn! Oooo!...yes!!
soft, ebony fingers assault and swirl
elicitin' moans and sighs, takin' nips
betwixt teeth again as fingers enter
swollen honeycomb; overflowin' in
sweetness
sweat rolls off our body, bitin' nips
eruptin' sparks of long awaited aches,
dominance partakes its desire, slitherin'
along bouquet thighs, blossomed scents
flow; emanating moans givin' reason to
beg; biting silk sheets, tonguin' his treat
actin' like a freak, lovin' me cheek to
cheek; playin' me like a symphony
strummin' thighs, releasing melodious
sighs, sensual cries in sultry lullabies
in trebled tempo's in and out of wet
tightness, as I blindfold him; complyin'
with his ****** whims...takin' me again and again
Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 6:35 AM UTC
"I swear, the sun rose early today,"
you went a’whisperin’ on the roof.
Hands behind your head watching
orange become blue – I agree.
The lightpost out front shines blue
‘fore horizon eats the sky for keeps.
We pose red tiger lilies in the soil
as the sun elopes with morning.
Garage with an iron stove
and a growing wood stock.
Two beds pushed together.
Yea, these are frosty nights.
Dreamin’ of lilies, leg hairs,
moths and swoopin’ bats,
noses with honest angles,
leg squeezin' that be thigh
squeezin' before dying fires.
Hair’s a bit dry, then damp.
Callouses show guitar string
familiarity. Just as before,
you’re quiet. A sunset
approaches, rarity.
Stoking the fire
until the room
grows cold,
rare and raw
in deed and in action.
Intrepid and convoluted.
Purposeless language so thick
and unable to expression o’makin’!
Non-motion! Unbeauty and polluted flair!
I spit words like curses at the bee-stingin’ burn!
Ain’t been no words like those I spat as his Luckiest Strike
met my forearm. And the pain fades. And my arm crossin’ over his.
I can tell by the look on his face as I take his mark away – No regrets!
Skinny as an ostrich thigh. Hair bristled and wet.
Grass dying under the pressure of bare feet.
No climactic conclusion or sequel to undefeat.
“Take a dip in the ditch right creeping to dawn.”
Spitting into shot glasses
until we both set it straight.
Thunder claps before lightning leaps skyward.
Well-steeped tea makes a brown into tan
into clearest of steam,
filling up the kettle.
How anxious.
So anxious.
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 4:12 PM UTC
As nigh falls.
So did she in my arms...
storm is calm so only light rain falls upon the window,
deep breaths , clenchin pillows.
long strokes,
bed rocks,
silk sheets, its warm between her thighs, im in deep.
Sheep sleep but they stay countin my thrusts, never bust,
only creeks from the bed as she sweats ,each drop is another breath that she moans.
Run my hand down her thighs, feel the warmth up inside
lookin deep im in her eyes, the only light is the shadow cast on her smile.
But shes bitting her lips,
shes rubbing her breast, i kiss on her neck, now shes a waterfall ****** , saying baby dont quit.
i cover her mouth let her **** on my fingers, squeezin my hamd on her hips, just tp get in deeper,
i tell her...
i wanna be breathless, i want your legs on my neck, wear it like a neckless,
so im reckless, pickin her up surprising her, as she gasps!
i open her legs , give a kiss just to make her laugh, i know it tickless, but i want you to feel an equil sensation for what to come is no pickle.
But toungue sickle,
have you black out of the intensity, legs quakin,
has the whole room shakin, feel the loss of gravity.
weightless the feeling is paperless on clouds but in reality with me and havin me faced in.
tastin every inch,
outter an inner, say God!
Baby jesus not gunna help us sinners,
EMMANUEL JV HERNANDEZ
AKA LINGUIST MUSICIAN
#MIGHTWRITEMORE
#NEEDS #EDITING
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 12:41 AM UTC
When the timing is right
and the wind chimes are singing
and the lemons and limes are squeezin
and the words are rhymin
and the tree climbers are climbin
and the deaf are signin
and you are lookin so fiine-in
is when you take off your watch
and time stops timin.
Time stops timin
and the world becomes
timeless
Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 10:04 PM UTC
The words from the paper jumped off and took a hold,
squeezin' at my heart, and snatched up my soul,
the content took me by such a surprise,
numb, is now what i feel as i just watch the moon rise,
trying to grasp my own thoughts, swirling in my mind,
the words written, and the cold feels deadly, combined,
contemplation, followed by some aggravation,
and the determination, to not let it happen,
now with all the pressure, my heart is misshapen,
as I stare at the icy waters below,
and feel the arctic chill of the snow,
sparkling around me and the mountains across the bay,
I'm still trying to comprehend, why you chose to speak on paper, and why to me, you could not say,
I will get through, cause I always seem to,
but may need some help to raise my temperature, to change my flesh back from blue,
with the start of it at my fingertips, the cut caused by the ice of your words,
not the page itself, and the way i'm feeling at the moment i wish would never reoccur,
so i let you and your pages go and reclaim my soul,
I'm okay that you let me go,
just didn't agree with the form, that you let me know.
Nov 18, 2012
Nov 18, 2012 at 6:36 PM UTC
Baby, you're so smart
Because you keep it simple.
But you've got locked-in syndrome
when it comes to drawin' lines.
Baby, you keep it simple
with darts as answers
with sweet nothings on Wednesdays
with no calls on Fridays
no more.
And you say you get mad
when I
"hypothesize"
which I thought was
"facing the facts"
You're so clever baby.
Baby, you keep it simple
by putting me on hold,
Just me and the dial tone
for days, weeks, months at a time.
Baby, you keep it simple
when we break up
but you keep squeezin'
i-miss-you's
here and there, like you had too many
nothings to spare.
Baby, you keep it simple
by keeping me on my toes
by not hearing my pillow woes
when I clutch the blankets at 2 am
on the dot every morning
to look for your name
to find blank screens.
Baby, you keep it simple.
So baby please, stop painting the roses red.
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 8:25 PM UTC