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"tingle" poems
*The surf provides lullabies as ocean echoes roll. Too soon, the sunlight glitters as the dawn turns gray to gold. I wake and I rub my eyes beside the sandy beach My love beside me, languid lips within an easy reach. I whisper, sweet good mornings as your dreams I brush away. You stretch and yawn, responding to requests to "come and play". Lingered memories caress, of last night's rising moon with silver waves and ripples, beyond the dark lagoon. In shades of colors that mix and smudge you take your time, no rush My ******* tingle, at the thought upon my skin, spreads flush. In reverie, flutters reminisce, your wanton body on mine. Whispered moans in my ear, you ****** "I'm yours", I hear on rewind.*
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Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 12:37 AM UTC
About Last Night
Do you mind if I sit back and observe the process of the lords creation the subject matter is miraculous the beauty is elegant perfect in every scence my baby girl you stole my heart such a thief ain't you, thinking about seductive things we do sinners ain't we, naughty deeds but the intentions is good it serves needs What pains me is that I have to let go to regrip your sparkling eyes again, got to move fast so quick that I don't miss the chance to clutch you in my arms again, heaven sent such a gift I cried when you was born I ain't even know you back then because, GOD made you for me I picked up your scent, I know from day one you was mine let us age old together bad and boujee like expensive fine wine, my kiss is possessive the beat of your heart is mine let that foreplay tingle down your spine, open wide going deep let me reach your soul ****** our achievement together it ain't *** it's love I love you girl no *** postion that can top this deposition let me show you its deeper than *** I'm still into you watch me shift working overtime full time love baby moan out affection go on say the name, our body hum harmony can feel this body heat that steamy love, open wide in deep that creamy love that dreamy love, its deeper than *** the agony an orgams of how our love make our body shiver, I love you, I love you! I rejoice I could say this a thousand times it's deeper than ***
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Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 1:13 AM UTC
LUV × DEEPER THAN ***
Listen My skin glistens The sweat drips ~n~ I feel the motion The rise of my emotions The tingle in the spine Expands in time Engulfing my muscles With adrenaline, hustle **** reason Incite treason Don’t back down Don’t turn aroun’ Introduced, an obstacle Beat it like a rock, unstoppable Heart, rhythm, momentum Breath, flex, go get ‘em Never rest, There is no success As soon as you think you won, Something hits your chest So stand up, strong This fight is gunna last long In 1 second, You could be gone ViKing By GeoEthE
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Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 12:25 PM UTC
Viking
And just like coffee. Let your aroma tingle and stimulate the smiles of those around. The best source of touch Without cream or sugar. Stir the organic presentation that brings the next minute that much closer. Whether the preference is a mug or a styrofoam cup. Remember, At the end of the day. Coffee fits into any size container And brings to life any size smile. With one quick sip The senses awake to a new day. Swirled in unspoken travel sized rule. It follows, The beautiful ovation that rushes once poured. Beautifully represented by your smile. The tone of your skin. Your hair naturally at ease. Stirred by a finger. Specialism by the majority nodding away, Yet awaken by your essence. Soon extracted and brought to life. Swirling beyond content. And just like coffee, I look forward to a cup of you
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Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 10:32 AM UTC
A Cup
The world melts My senses combust My fingertips tingle The world sways I sway I collapse I feel numb Disoriented Everything goes dark... A light. A siren. A vision of faceless faces. I am alive. The smell of disinfectant. The idle chatter of two nurses. A buzzing in my ear. I am alive.
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Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 5:58 AM UTC
Bittersweet Overdose
I yearn to feel that tingle The slight brushing of your hand on my arm Electric
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Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 2:31 AM UTC
Electric feel
My eyes do not gaze upon who you are they see the person you will become I do not hear your words that time will forget I listen to your heart When my fingers tingle your skin as they move down your body I do not feal the scars that life as given you I feal the memories that you gained in that life The aroma that comes oozing from your body is not that of sweat but of your soul As our lips touch and we kiss for the first time I will forever remember the taste of strawberries for it takes all 5 senses to know a person My eyes to see you for who you are and who you'll become my ears to listen to your beautiful voice touch to feel when you are cold my nose to smell the perfume you brought and my taste to really appreciate the meal you worked hard to make it takes all 5 senses to know a person
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Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 8:48 PM UTC
5 senses
Monday was terrible. Horrific. I spent the day sulking on my lonesome and went home ready to erupt. I could feel the slight tingle of tears threatening their way through my eyelids Ready to pour over the second they perched open But due to my lack of sleep last night I doubt I could even build up the strength to open my glossy eyes Even if I wanted to In a weird sense I enjoyed the mere thought of Monday being able to make me cry I almost laughed Or screamed Or both A year ago today Everyday was a Monday to me Everyday went horribly Everyday made me come home crying and lock myself in my room I was so used to that constant repetitive torture That Monday appeared to be no different than any other day Monday was just... It. Tuesday was "it" Wednesday was "it" Thursday was "it" Friday was "it" Even Saturday and Sunday were "it" But now, today Monday is distinct In a horrifyingly gruesome way And this tear-jerking unsatisfying Monday gave me hope Monday made me cry Tuesday did not Wednesday did not Thursday did not Friday did not Not even Saturday or Sunday made me cry Only Monday made me cry Only Monday Just as Monday made 7 billion other humans cry On this torturous inescapable earth It also made me cry And that gave me hope that maybe I really am normal Or I can be Or I will be Because Monday is unbearable for everyone And Monday is unbearable for me And the rest of the week is alright for most people And it was alright for me And Saturday and Sunday are fun for most people And Saturday and Sunday were fun for me Somewhere Deep inside my clouded, muddy mind I caught a glimpse of hope That maybe There is hope for me Maybe I am cured Maybe I can be Maybe I will be
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Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 12:13 AM UTC
Monday
Monday was terrible. Horrific. I spent the day sulking on my lonesome and went home ready to erupt. I could feel the slight tingle of tears threatening their way through my eyelids Ready to pour over the second they perched open But due to my lack of sleep last night I doubt I could even build up the strength to open my glossy eyes Even if I wanted to In a weird sense I enjoyed the mere thought of Monday being able to make me cry I almost laughed Or screamed Or both A year ago today Everyday was a Monday to me Everyday went horribly Everyday made me come home crying and lock myself in my room I was so used to that constant repetitive torture That Monday appeared to be no different than any other day Monday was just... It. Tuesday was "it" Wednesday was "it" Thursday was "it" Friday was "it" Even Saturday and Sunday were "it" But now, today Monday is distinct In a horrifyingly gruesome way And this tear-jerking unsatisfying Monday gave me hope Monday made me cry Tuesday did not Wednesday did not Thursday did not Friday did not Not even Saturday or Sunday made me cry Only Monday made me cry Only Monday Just as Monday made 7 billion other humans cry On this torturous inescapable earth It also made me cry And that gave me hope that maybe I really am normal Or I can be Or I will be Because Monday is unbearable for everyone And Monday is unbearable for me And the rest of the week is alright for most people And it was alright for me And Saturday and Sunday are fun for most people And Saturday and Sunday were fun for me Somewhere Deep inside my clouded, muddy mind I caught a glimpse of hope That maybe There is hope for me Maybe I am cured Maybe I can be Maybe I will be
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Remember that night? The soft glow of the tv reflecting blue on the walls Our tongues dancing to the music That played in the background I had you pinned the wrong way round on the bed Your head between my arms Every part of us touching I could feel the heat on your skin The melody of your heartbeat You tasted like the cherry sucker I gave you An hour before Oh, how I used to drown in your melancholy Yet now all I feel is water Little drops from the shower While I stare at what never was The music of your breathing still plays in my ears When the night is quiet enough Sometimes I swear I still feel your skin But the moment passes and I’m left with this cold sort of feeling An empty swell in my chest A tingle behind my eyes You are nothing but dull memories now Nothing but a thought of remembrance
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Mar 28, 2022
Mar 28, 2022 at 10:41 AM UTC
cherry flavored memories
Terrorism, **** Car bomb, ********** She feels vulnerable, No love to keep her warm 9/11, kidnap, Human trafficking... She’s been forgotten, Left alone in the dark Serial killers, H1N1, Child molesters, *** She shudders with the cold, And Port Au Prince is flattened Hijack, ****** Drive-by shootings... She feels groggy, Influenza sets in Weapons of mass destruction, Cuban nuclear tests... There starts a tingle in her nose, Her eyes pinch shut Genocide, organs on the black market, Xenophobia, suicide bombers... With a bellow from her bowels, From flaming ice the cumulus anvil that infects the world
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May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 5:04 AM UTC
The day the earth sneezed
Kissing his lips I feel my body tingle Ripping off clothes Breathing hard in anticipation He gives one last kiss. "Are you ready baby?!" No answer is needed My eyes say it all Tight as usual He goes slow Eyes connect wild with passion His lips cover mine He thrusts hard Harder and harder Every position Making my heart beat faster When he finishes Oh how his face sends chills He kisses me up and down "I love you" exchange lips I could lye with you forever How much power you have over me So much love.
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Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 1:24 AM UTC
Intimate
Kiss tingle whizz fizz Fireworks shooting hot stars Lots of 'oohs' and 'aaahs'!
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Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 5:38 AM UTC
Fireworks (funny little senryu)
my girl loves a girl they kiss all the time candy melts an sugar **** oh god it's sublime glitter pink feet arched sometimes its a show they do it all night mouths ******* tongues fire and light wet drool kisses sweet voices tingle **** brushing lips voluptuous mingle butter and ***** coos and weeping ***** tears they dance and they wiggle im the king of Siam both come to me im the luckiest man the god of ****
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Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 11:00 AM UTC
The Second Girl
I long to Touch you I close my eyes and feel What is a touch? Is it a feeling that's real? Unless we hold each other forever in time A touch becomes a memory that is left behind Some we hold onto Some we destroy A tingle in the mind A moment of joy Is intimacy our purpose? Through life we rush Holding on to emotions we can never touch...
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Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 4:55 PM UTC
Touch
Dim the lights Whisper in my ears all night. Hands on my breast Tingle me all the way down Make my legs feel weak Touch me , like I never been touched Make me grasp, while you suck upon my ear Tease me with your tongue, ****** and tear my clothes apart. Unbutton and unzip your trousers and watch me bite the head of your hard **** through your underwear. With my hair in your hands firmly. I take out your **** and start to lick it. Massaging the head of your **** with my cold little slutty mouth. While I rub my clint . While I watch you moan and groan so loud because it feels so good. while I finish ******* the tip of your **** I whisper Papi **** me like a ***** Lift me up and throw me on the bed ,Spread my legs apart , tie my hands together, make me feel like a prisoner. I'm a slave for your pleasure. Direct me ,I can feel your warmth your aching for me. You pull my hair back and ask. is this how you like it ? press your **** deep into my Asian persuasion ***** While I Thump and humpand grind on your property, the key of my pleasure, the key of my ***** I'm craving for your explosion ,upon me , let ur inner soul ****** in me, sweet pleasure , heart beat rising, breathing heavily, seduction at its finest. The taste is so sweet . I upon you. sweetness upon sweetness.With the sounds of pleasure filling the room, echoing " Oh..oh ...umm yess ...yes...YES. .YESSSSSS"
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Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC
Guilty pleasure
Our pillowed lips Mashed together Movements without thought Tingle our spines *Eyes closed. Deep breathes. Love bites; Another inch deeper. Tongue twisted. Lost for words . Our lips moist. Breathes short. Bites. Licks. Kiss.*
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May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 12:25 PM UTC
Lip Language
the night was hot and sticky the kind where you don't want to be touched guitar chords were ringing through us my lips stayed shut an mmm erupted from you it crawled out of your throat into my ears and down my spine I'm wishing I could float did you see the feeling in my face change? i tried my best to stay stone cold statue   blood hot beside you afraid of what you'd say but i wanted you to touch me right then and right there, or even just to put your arm around me instead of this feeling beside you here sweat upon sweat without feeling any heat the tingle and the tension our bodies surrender under the pressure lost of any prevention Finally. the last few notes leave the room pulsing, and we are sighing.
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Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 10:28 PM UTC
too hot to touch
A body still from excitement Head to the sky, waiting A whole frosted dance is about to appear Earth’s colossal yet gentle hands grab the sun And turn off the gleaming lights Darkness Restful darkness The ample wind covers the area Like an invisible curtain of chilled silk Then a moment of calm Everything is still As if a single picture was taken Vibrant silver angels in their white cotton Fall from endless stage in the sky Embodying the frozen air Thrusting their ****** dance As they float towards the ground These suggestive pale dancers Land on your still excited body Using it as their new birthed platform They use their sensual ballet To send ice cold stings through your bones To bring a ****** tingle to your mind Until your heart ******* to a perky smile. This is called the seductive winter dance Able to make your mouth gleam And your soul tickle Embrace the frigid sensation As you give birth to your inner thrill
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Jun 15, 2010
Jun 15, 2010 at 9:11 PM UTC
Seductive Winter Dance
“And in that moment she was star struck. She looked with ocean eyes to a man with a crystal heart. She knew she could never have this man, for the stars did not align. Shooting stars tingle in the hearts of these lovers, yet meteorites crash inside of their brains.” -Candice © 2018
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Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 8:20 PM UTC
Stars Crossed
For a moment, I can close my eyes and my senses blur, My thoughts lose specificity and fade into nothingness. I'm not worthless or any of those things I shout at myself. My nose, my mouth, my throat, and my brain tingle; I am swirling with the fragrance and taste of more than yesterday. Perhaps it won't last, but for now I'm alone in my basement, And I've lost track of the thoughts that aren't okay with that.
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Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 2:37 PM UTC
Fragrance Of More Than Yesterday
Turquoise in the morning light The treetops are alive With the myriad of birdsong As the swirling mists arrive And the shaft of brilliant sunshine Penetrates the greenish gloom To illuminate the craggy ridge In a honeyed, golden bloom. The rabbits head for burrows Retreating from the night, A flock of teal, in unison, Explosively take flight, There’s a freshness in the morning air A tingle to the skin And the twinkle in the blue eyes Lets a secret smile begin. Autumn in the country glade The russets and the gold, The song of early crickets In the leafy knoll takes hold, There’s a brilliance in the crispness In the piles of windblown leaves And the healthy crunch of underfoot Invokes a sense of ease. The peacefulness is calming The solace in the sound Of the distant song of blackbird In the tall oaks that surround And the velvet feel of morning Thrills the mind to warmly hum To the glory of occasion In the warmth of Autumn sun. Marshalg Beneath the reds and golds of Autumn leafage. 14 May 2012 © 2012 Marshal Gebbie
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May 15, 2012
May 15, 2012 at 2:09 AM UTC
Warmth of Autumn Sun
Beautiful words Beautiful sounds Beautiful voice Music Musician I fell in love How can I have *********** with words that enter my ears? It's beautiful It makes my ears tingle
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Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 6:26 PM UTC
Beautiful
I remember tottering in too-high heels, and rolling through the Hollywood Hills. I remember the tide, pummeling the pier, as your saline lips pressed against my cheek. I remember coffee and candy apples and cole slaw and swisher sweets. I remember mellow-minded sugar drops and static-energy power pills. I remember your smell on my skin and your tingle on my tongue.
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Jul 1, 2011
Jul 1, 2011 at 7:55 AM UTC
Valhalla
There is something about a Martini, A tingle remarkably pleasant; A yellow, a mellow Martini; I wish I had one at present. There is something about a Martini, Ere the dining and dancing begin, And to tell you the truth, It is not the vermouth-- I think that perhaps it's the gin.
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A Drink With Something In It
You are the thought that starts each morning, The conclusion to each day. I think of you with all I do, And everything I say. You are the smile on my face, The twinkle in my eye. The warmth inside my heart, The fullness in my life. The only hand that is part of mine, The coat upon my back. My friend and love you have my soul, I never will turn back. You are the dimple in my cheek, The tingle in my soul. The voice that makes me weak, You're the one that makes me whole. You are all that I have ever wanted, and all that I will need. You are all that I think of, You mean so much to me.
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Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 8:14 PM UTC
You Mean So Much To Me