"tigress" poems
a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities...
*that's all any man wants,
a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities,
who knows the when and why of differing
cuddling styles...
a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities,
who knows when to leave a man alone
alone in his man-mourning time,
distance needed,
letting his ex-rage dissipate or
watching his red and blue football
redefine ignominy...
a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities,
that when the man low whistles, eyes adrift,
she heartily agrees and is
reciprocity rewarded regularly
with hunk alerts of
"hey-check-him-out!"
that's all any man wants,
a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities,
a tigress in the bedroom
she asking, try this, I'll love it,
served with a desert demo of awkward afterward,
his less-than-perfect cuddling abilities
a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities,
who doesn't abhor partner silences,
comforting they are, in their own ways,
lying side by side, interrupted only by peccadillo body noises unexpected and
sheepish apologies and loving arm stroking
a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities,
who lets the man roar, top of voice,
when imprisoned in car,
his voice, un enfant terrible,
performs with Creedence Clearwater
a sing-a-long in traffic, asking
"Have you ever seen the rain"
while amidst Israel-leaving-Egypt
Sunday beach traffic on the L.I.E.
a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities,
when it's pheromones alternative mode day,
he celebrates Carole King day,
she demonstrates her cuddling abilities,
par excellence, with kisses and tissues
a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities...
a woman, plain confident in her abilities
no matter the situational status,
when confronted by
less-than-crazy-impetuous,
she smiling says "why not,"
when he proposes,
a movie and dinner in a fav haunt?
"plenty excellent enough" her answer,
spoke in a rising voice
full of unfeigned delight
a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities,
accepting the unexpected airport embrace
on a moving sidewalk, unexpected delays
with the aplomb of a well lived life's
long term sustainability perspective
when he kisses her hand for no reason,
while driving 75 miles per hour,
she only winces internally,
the other hand vise-grasping
the other door's handle,
who brushes hair wisps in a dark movie,
celebrating her Bathsheba Everdeen's
duality of strength and tenderness
a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities,
that when on second date he proposes
a non-exclusive relationship,
confident enough to high-five respond,
and laugh about it,
seven years on
a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities,
that when she reads it,
analyzing the oeuvre as
"too **** personal and
as usual
too **** long"*
that's all any man wants,
a woman, confident in her
cuddling abilities
in everything...
even a little occasional criticism
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 10:45 AM UTC
For Max
O cruel, drunken soul, darling tigress,
Come to my heart, you lethargic beast!
I long for my trembling hands to caress
Your thick and glossy fleece.
In your petticoats filled with your scent
To bury my poor, aching head,
Inhaling your flowery fragrance;
The sweetness of love now dead.
I wish to sleep, to dream perchance
As sweetly as death’s embrace,
Without remorse, my tongue will dance
On your coppery body and face.
To bury my sobbing for hours
Nothing equals your bed’s abyss,
On your lips lies oblivion’s power
And Lethe flows in your kiss.
Like one resigned to meet his end,
I’ll face my fate delighted;
Docile martyr, innocent condemned,
Whose fervour with pain is ignited.
I shall **** to drown my malice,
With nepenthe and hemlock blessed;
Placing my lips upon the chalice
Of your pointed, heartless breast.
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 9:08 AM UTC
depleted
of energy,
a weight of gold
upon my heart,
its heavy dull luster
pushes down hard
squeezing out
the light
suffocating
my staccato
of breath
I crouch
quietly
in the brush,
the next step in
my process
pending
a dense rock
of pendulum
swaying time
tick ticking
in my blood
cells reaching
the boiling point
just shy
of spilling over
into froth
waiting for
this conundrum
to unravel,
my inner tigress
about to unfurl
her heart
to leap
and pounce
from
within
into the
tight
white
of blinding
snow, the silent
storm of
the unknown
forever
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 6:21 PM UTC
Nearly home.
The bed
And the slippers grow ever closer.
A memory of things that give comfort seem palatial,
Euphoric in the mind's eye,
Though I do seem to ponder of its romanticized reality
Memories always seem so warm.
In reality,
The things that hold others close are affirming.
Love,
Shared events
Symbiotic empathy,
But given the current state...
The boring,
The mundane,
The trivial and the tedious that makes the most of a lifetime
Are omitted from the mind.
But why not have a memory full of nothing but the nothingness of life?
The train rides?
Waiting for the toaster to splay its insides
So I can feast on its wonderful toasty goodness?
Talking to the tenant who does not understand
That a bouncing leg
And constant time updates are signposts to **** off?
Empty the files of my brain
And fill it with the moments of nothing.
These moments and these alone
Are your true self.
if you are a good person
Is not determined by
How many charities earn your pay
Or how many items stored,
What you are is chosen by the lonely,
The solitary,
The Tigress.
Only when you accept that person,
You are happy
And free.
But don't hold your breath.
Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 11:29 AM UTC
Animals have an intuition about danger. Men have “gut feelings.” I should have listened to mine. The first time I saw her, I knew she was dangerous. I could feel it, and it excited me. She was a predator, a tigress, a seductress on the hunt, a wild, untamable savage woman who destroyed men. She would destroy me. I saw it in her eyes the first time I saw her. She was walking by with her girlfriends, laughing and giggling. She looked up, caught my gaze, and my world suddenly froze. A thousand feelings were expressed in the blink of her eyes. She told me I was prey. She told me I would die. She smiled, releasing my gaze. My world rushed back into focus with the abrupt harshness of a slap in the face. I was sweating. I was afraid. I was excited as I watched her disappear into the crowd. That was the first time I saw her. How could I forget.
Mar 16, 2019
Mar 16, 2019 at 2:25 PM UTC
*Like the sunlight forcing its way through a cloudy screen,
and the thunder breaking all silence and serene,
a lotus glowing with its aura in a black swamp,
horses that run free on escaping from men's camps,
a butterfly struggling to break its cocoon,
a lion hunting in the feeble light of the moon,
a wounded tigress defending her cubs and enduring all pain,
the birds slowly reaching their nests in the treacherous rain,
nature shows us the path to follow,
how to deal with life when it seems hollow,
make a stand for what you believe in,
stand up for it, never to cave in,
struggle is the beauty of life,
seeing someone break the limits of mind and body is a lovely sight,
when you can expand boundlessly do you feel free,
when you can write a poem without a topic do you feel free...*
Aug 12, 2010
Aug 12, 2010 at 2:40 AM UTC
We capture an image of a Saturn moon on the lake
However, how can one capture that moment
When my body response to your touch,
An instant transformation of the goddess within
The purring of the tigress,
the moan of the dying deer
those sounds were bewitching to your ear
you softly whispered to me
“If my heart fails let it be
Heaven wait”.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 8:13 AM UTC
*As ***** as a three balled tomcat
Very *****
Very full of ****** desire*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You can fake that loud sound during ***
However, no need to fake that sound
With your first meal of the day
Oh so yummy! Oh, so hungry for that touch
So here I am as ***** as a three balled tomcat
What if everything were revealed about my whereabouts
Especially last night, was I somnambulism?
It’s time to get myself together. I was all over the place
I have to channel my energy today into something useful;
I have to stay soulful, I have to stay focused
I might be a night walker
However, If a man awakes the sleeping tigress within
He better be ready to calm its wicked, wicked ways
A woman isn’t complete without the
Amen, hallelujah, thank be to glory moments
As she reaches the maximum of her
Amazing, mind and body-blowing experience
I have to challenge them… did I lose my self-respect?
My midnight blue satin dress
Someone said that it’s a wicked, wicked tease
I know that it controls my every mood
Staying ahead of the curves, surveying the scenery
Swaying down the Avenue living dangerously
Down where the palm trees sway against the breeze
Here I am as ***** as a three balled tomcat.
but I can surely make the bad boys good for the weekend
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 8:59 AM UTC
You tame me
the same way the moon tames the Sun as they embrace each other during an eclipse
And the world watches in awe
admiring their beauty
You tame me
the same way the shore tames the ocean
because even though the ocean barks
crashing against itself like a wild beast
it becomes gentle as a mother
cradling her newborn
creeping in for a kiss
slow and delicate
You tame me
like a tigress being tamed by the king of the jungle
she dares not defy him
because if she does punishment is soon to follow
fierce
yet sensual
You tame me
Like a dominant taking control of his submissive
Making sure she knows who's in charge
You tame me
By battling my demons with your own
I allow you to tame me
Because I love you
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 9:31 AM UTC
Love
Has no shape
Love
Has no color
Love
Has no meaning
Love
Has no dimension
Love
Is different for each………….
Love
Could be craving for body
Love
Could be making out in bed
Love
Could be lust between two couples
Love
Could be vulgarity couples offer
Love
Could be kissing all-day
Love
Could be in laughing all the way
Love
Could be crying together
Love
Could be comforting each other
Love
Is different for each…………
For me,
Love
Is the way she stalks me
Like a tigress stalking from behind bushes
Love
Is the way she talks to me
Like sweet raindrops of love falling on my body
Love
Is the way she cares for me
Like air, can’t be seen, but exists
Love
Is the way her heart beats for me
Like waves in the ocean on their way to my beach
Love
Is the way she sparkles with her smile
Like a spectrum of colours vivid and bright
Love,
Is a feeling she feels
Love,
Is an emotion she exhibits
Love,
Is the bond she has with me she carries
Actually,
She Is Love in disguise
The only definition, Of love in my life
The lone Love Of my Lonely Life
For me,
She is Love
and
Love Is She
Only she
May 17, 2021
May 17, 2021 at 9:51 PM UTC
I wish I could spare you words like beautiful, babe, figure and thin.
I wish I could guarantee you a complete disregard for the size of your *******
Or the length of your legs.
I pray never to find you hunched over the toilet
Or hiding a sandwich under books in your bag.
What will the equivalent of cyberbullying be, in ten years time?
I will try, so very hard, to keep you safe.
Please, always talk to each other, and to me.
Share your heart’s bleedings
And I will help you staunch the flow.
I will find the courage to share my failings
And the confidence to pass on my successes,
Both were instrumental in my becoming the woman I am,
A woman I hope you will be proud of, and applaud.
It is hard to be a woman, in this world,
Urged, relentlessly to perfection,
Bombarded with it, drowned in it,
But perfection is a myth, and becomes imperfect with attainment,
It is the imperfections that will mesmerise,
Embrace them, love them, let them shine.
How long did it take me to learn these lessons?
Have I learned them, even now?
Sometimes I think I have, then I become overwhelmed
By anxiety and self-doubt.
This will happen to you too,
I cannot hope to save you from it
But I can provide some armour.
Think for yourselves,
Reject the babble and the screens, the illusion of celebrity
Twenty-first century addictions.
Do not become a slave to technology.
I can see how hard that will be,
But it must be done, if you are to remain people,
Retain your humanity.
I will help you; I will hold your hands.
You are tiny now, but I can see the strength within you both,
And I will nurture it, protect it,
Then it will protect you, out there.
I promise I will always be your tigress,
But you will not always be my little cubs
I will have to find a way to sheath my claws,
And let you stalk your own prey,
And evade the predators, just as I have done.
I watch you, playing happily together in the sun,
And wish you peace, and love, and joy.
Such simple things, yet so elusive.
I will not show you this poem.
But I will read it, frequently,
And try to keep my promises.
My heart thuds in my chest, each a double-beat
A constant repetition of your names,
Tattooed onto my soul.
Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 3:54 AM UTC
Laying in the land of lies.
Kissing broken butterflies
Knows what she wants.
A tigress on the prowl.
Howling and squawking.
Howling and scowling.
Pawing, cat calling.
Pussycat growling.
Love laid roses on the path.
Tangled thorns and demon horns.
Thought she'd have a laugh.
Love she chooses lonely pawns.
Howling and squawking,
Howling and scowling
Pawing,cat calling.
Pussycat growling.
She snatches sweethearts.
Creating works of art.
Living on cupcakes.
Cementing works of art.
Breaking hearts and crushing bones.
Howling and squawking.
Howling and scowling.
Pawing, cat calling.
Pussycat growling.
Fingertips tips as razor blades.
Razor blades are on the ****
Love dies screaming silently.
At wicked women's will.
Said goodbye.
Howling and squawking
No more talking.
Pussycat cat cuddles.
Snuggles and kittens.
(C) LIVVI
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 5:13 AM UTC
In the wee hours of the morning
If a man awakes the sleeping tigress within
He better be ready to calm its wicked, wicked ways
A woman isn’t complete without the
Amen, hallelujah, thank be to glory moments
As she reach the maximum of her
amazing, mind- and body-blowing experience.
I challenge you… Have I lost my self-respect?
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 10:11 AM UTC
It seemed that out of battle I escaped
Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped
Through granites which titanic wars had groined.
Yet also there encumbered sleepers groaned,
Too fast in thought or death to be bestirred.
Then ,as I probed them, one sprang up, and stared
With piteous recognition in fixed eyes,
Lifting distressful hands, as if to bless.
And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall, -
By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell.
With a thousand pains that vision's face was grained;
Yet no blood reached there from the upper ground,
And no guns thumped, or down the flues made moan.
'Strange friend,' I said, 'here is no cause to mourn.'
'None,' said that other, 'save the undone years,
The hopelessness. Whatever hope is yours,
Was my life also; I went hunting wild
After the wildest beauty in the world,
Which lies not calm in eyes, or braided hair,
But mocks the steady running of the hour,
And if it grieves, grieves richlier than here.
For by my glee might many men have laughed,
And of my weeping something had been left,
Which must die now. I mean the truth untold,
The pity of war, the pity war distilled.
Now men will go content with what we spoiled,
Or, discontent, boil ****** and be spilled.
They will be swift with swiftness of the tigress.
None will break ranks, though nations trek from progress.
Courage was mine, and I had mystery,
Wisdom was mine, and I had mastery:
To miss the march of this retreating world
Into vain citadels that are not walled.
Then, when much blood had clogged their chariot-wheels,
I would go up and wash them from sweet wells,
Even with truths that lie too deep for taint.
I would have poured my spirit without stint
But not through wounds; not on the cess of war.
Foreheads of men have bled where no wounds were.
I am the enemy you killed, my friend.
I knew you in this dark: for so you frowned
Yesterday through me as you jabbed and killed.
I parried; but my hands were loath and cold.
Let us sleep now...'
2.7k
Bamboo shoots, cooked in oil,
we munched were delicious. The tender love,
we shared, in our sojourn, in the lodge
deep inside the forest, had complemented it.
She was a playful tigress, transformed
by the atmosphere, with a manifested ****** interest,
different from her usual demure self.
One thing led to another, we fed each other,
heady vintage wine, from our mouths,
till we found out, in such circumstances,
love would make us do things,
we never imagined we could.
The sketch she made depicting us,
as two wild elephants, in musth*
rummaging the bamboo grove,
eating shoots to our fill,
reminded *Shiva and Parvathi, his consort,
taking the form of elephants
indulging in every possible play amorous,
culminating in the birth of Ganesha,
the cute God, elephant faced,
the remover of obstacles.
Love drunk the song we both sung,
was one of innocence.
The booming wind in bamboo leaves,
suddenly changed tune, sounding like ankle bells.
Dense, dark, green womb of forest
and the flow of wind above, like a blood stream,
kindled the prenatal memories, from deep down,
and as the background score,
cacophony of unknown birds of many feathers.
We swam in the lukewarm water,
of a day so different, with joyous abandon.
A voice mysterious, spoke in my blood stream:
"Be like birds, wind on bamboo grove, elephants seeking what they want,
the love you share would bring, fantastic results,
the world, would look far more simple,
life and death cease to be riddles, just natural,
shadows vanish, no fear remains in deep caves,
everything gently flows, like a clear river to the ocean"
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 1:08 AM UTC
Thou shalt follow me,
Be with me 'til eternity,
Turn into someone I want you to be,
With my decree thou shalt obey me
Thou shalt be envious,
Like a culprit get what you want to use,
Live with thy desire,
Happiness of others you should acquire
Thou shalt be gluttonous,
Like a pig go and be voracious,
Satisfy your hunger and rapturous cravings,
Drinking and eating what you want is never sating
Thou shalt live with lust,
Like a tigress in bed you must,
Embrace the desire you have within,
Coquettishly caress and savour someone's skin
Thou shalt be wrathful,
Like darkness let it manifest your soul,
Hatred shalt flow violently in your blood,
With thy anger sins shalt flood,
Thou shalt live with thy pride,
Never ever let thyself subside,
Walk with your pretty cruel soul conceited,
Shalt not let thyself be defeated
Thou shalt be greedy,
Like me love thy life acquisitively,
Have the excessive desire to take what you don't need,
Earn what you want no matter if you exceed
Thou shalt live like a sloth,
Do nothing just lay at your couch,
Survive like a narcoleptic man,
Just sit down and hope that something will be done
Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 9:50 AM UTC
Love
Has no shape
Love
Has no colour
Love
Has no meaning
Love
Has no dimension
Love
Is different for each………….
For others,
Love
Could be craving for body
Love
Could be making out in bed
Love
Could be lust between two couples
Love
Could be vulgarity couples offer
Love
Could be kissing all-day
Love
Could be in laughing all the way
Love
Could be crying together
Love
Could be comforting each other
Love
Is different for each…………
For me,
Love
Is the way she stalks me
Like a tigress stalking from behind bushes
Love
Is the way she talks to me
Like sweet raindrops of love falling on my body
Love
Is the way she cares for me
Like air, can’t be seen, but exists
Love
Is the way her heart beats for me
Like waves in the ocean on their way to my beach
Love
Is the way she sparkles with her smile
Like a spectrum of colors vivid and bright
Love,
Is a feeling she feels
Love,
Is an emotion she exhibits
Love,
Is the bond she has with me that she carries
Actually,
She Is Love in disguise
The only definition, Of love in my life
The lone Love, Of my Lonely Life
For me,
She is Love
and
Love Is She
Only she
May 16, 2021
May 16, 2021 at 2:29 AM UTC
I am dream, made flesh!
Cut
from your design
Burning,
Inflamed,
Caressed by your
Love.....
Purrrrrring softly...
Naked heart-print's press upon the tissue
Of trembling thunder;
I bend
Beneath his breath
While he permeates
A rake of glittered stars
Across my skin;
The barrier
Between his tongue and my scent...
Scarlet
He holds me ... liquid,
Framed to his eyes,
Teased
******* hard;
The melt of ice, fed on
The heat of his tongue;
Shedding night's skin
In shades of twilight...
Dark, eyes gaze through mine
Caressing
Silken pleasures;
The moistness of a stolen kiss,
Willing, wet,
Tasting the tender;
Of palpitating curves,
Of Soft thighs, quivering
Moving
Slow enough to
Swallow...
A tigress, unleashed, beneath
Her tamer's trance
I vary my pose,
The audacity of my savage
Innocence
Meets his gaze,
River-wild and dark,
The moment.... opaque
Darkened silk;
The slide,
Palms down,
My skin alive at the burn
As hips gyrate
On the rub
Burning where shadows curve,
Creating the fire of
Hunger...
A writhe of craze
A pause to breathe
To shut hard
The breath of me
As he inhales
Slim ecstasies, skin
Seizures
Immersed in milky secrets
Weak, with love.....
Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 3:15 PM UTC
Mystic Starfall
I'm all aflame, with this burning love call,
this unearthly queen, Mystic Starfall,
she turns my head, she lifts up my soul,
afraid that her kisses, will take a huge toll,
when you expect most, she fades in the night,
she hides in the darkness, appears in the light,
I need something, something I can hold,
I reach out to touch her, her curtains unfold,
all this time hidden, what a waste, what a crime,
this beautiful maiden, lost beauty in time,
unmasked from behind, her eyes how they shine,
and now they look down, straight into mine,
this incredible beauty, once afraid to appear,
now is most anxious, to show its so clear,
she has been released, the shadows no more,
my Mystic Starfall, a tigress now, a kitten before
Gomer LePoet...
Mar 12, 2010
Mar 12, 2010 at 3:40 AM UTC
With this brush in my hand
I paint new visions
New possibilities
New forms of escape.
It can not be denied
That I am an artist.
It's a tool
Not a weapon
A medium in which I have control
Complete autonomy
If only for the day.
It's not an advertisement.
No part of me is for sale
Now or ever.
I'm not being dishonest
By choosing how I present myself
Nor is it about you.
This reflection is artwork
Any interpretation is all your own.
It's all a product of my own liberty
And it runs much deeper
Than you might want to admit.
Within these simple brushstrokes, I run free
An untamed beast
With brightly-painted claws.
I am not caged
By the stripes that I create.
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 5:54 PM UTC
The claws will come out
Of the bars,
My Lust.
Oh yes, they will first peek, curious.
So you reach out,
Even though this alley is dark
With boxes of people
Everywhere you look.
No, it is not safe
Because then, the scratch,
Maybe it's play?
Then she digs in,
That god ******
Ferrell pussycat.
She's never been easy to tame,
Whether it was the Hispanic boys
On that public school playground,
Or the teenager suburbanites yelling
From their car windows.
It definitely wasn't the stray tomcats
She met in the park,
Because of them
She darts glances with
A slick, rapid gleam in her eyes.
But maybe, Oh maybe,
Sweet, drunken docker,
Maybe you will glance back,
Just a pet, hen keep walking.
Maybe, she'll follow you home,
Purring as she presses
Her tail against your legs.
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 12:06 PM UTC
A golden white sunset
Serenades the canyons
With tasteful symphonies
Crescendos of passion cry
Elevated euphoria
Oblivious be despair
Sharp, yearning hunger
Bellows creamy reveries
Roaring taunting thrills
This tigress teases in spirals
Trickles of sweat lavish us
Rhapsodies deplete us
Eyes glisten odes of desire
Her aroma illuminates the bed
Neon vortex
© 2012 (All rights reserved)
Mar 5, 2012
Mar 5, 2012 at 5:35 PM UTC
_turquoise_ _shimmering_
_sultana_ _in_ _confinement_
_tigress_ _on_ _a_ _leash_
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 12:20 PM UTC
like a redheaded tiger
i too have stripes
red ones on my wrists
thighs
forearms
like a tiger
i can stand the fire
red hot welt
on my freckled forearm
like a tiger
i have claws
they are
silver
i cut at
that which harms me -
me
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 11:41 PM UTC
She eats the souls of those who offend,
She fails never in the scene of combat,
Her fangs glisten with the light of the moon, the stars and night belonging to her,
Her sword of the second moon raised for battle,
She will slay them all like cattle,
Manners evade her so she will strike fast,
She'll steal there souls, and read there past,
Don't ever challenge the queen of moons,
She holds a fierce and forceful will,
She bathes in the winds gentle caresses,
So silent she may roam,
She is the moon and she is death,
A lethal warrior,
Slay you she will,
Her steps like a velvet kiss of a feather, dastardly she is not, her blow could **** hundreds she has no mercy for those who unleash her wraith,
She is the tigress of her jungle, she prowls late at night, strike with venomous hunger, tonight's your last night
Sep 1, 2012
Sep 1, 2012 at 6:53 PM UTC