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Sara Jakke Oct 2012
Sunshine arises a delightful smile on my face
For the time of twilight compassionate and sweet
The darkness of the night escorts an exotic trance
Where music titillates and tingles the tolerant minds

We trip the light fantastic ceasing in the catnap room
Reach for dreams as hypnotic states are entered
To the other side of the tunnel
Sequences continue like trees do through seasons

At dawn I will laugh from the salty raindrops
That declared war to my skin
Clouds shooting never ending water molecules
Ocean flavoured waterfalls drip down my lips

When the sun is sublime
The world makes me laugh
For people are odd and reality is unsurprising
The clock ticks life away as it puts life in time

When birds abandon sweet lullabies
Sunflowers wind their heads away from the sun
And tranquil colours paint the abstract sky
My heart is in peace and butterflies tickle my tummy
jeffrey robin Jul 2015
::


////

                                                       ( let us not be judgemental )

::

She's sad !

( she wants to die )                                                      

But

                                         Let us not be judgemental

••

••

I just read a poem about accepting others

Gays
Transgenders
Etc

it was quite lovely

:::

( and hence ---- this poem )

::

let the sweet juices flow

( she's looking for a guy /// actually

As per the above --- it could be a girl ///

By guy fits into the rhymme scheme better

So we' ll stick with guy )

//

Let the sweet juices flow

She's lookin for a guy

That is all she sees

It's all she thinks she needs

Just another boy

///

She's looking to create

A ****** -like fantasy

//

An ****** - like fantasy

( just like you and me )

///

It's a special kind of beauty

Seeing a young girl cry

//

Titillates our senses

( drops of blood a rollin cross our minds )

///

The innocent ****

Walks down the street

I watch you watch

I see what you see

I see what you are trying to create

///

( but

I'm not judgemental  ! )


::

Though I'm not sure who is the ****

The girl or the rest of us watching

//

But

All are innocent

For we mustn't be judgemental
Nat Lipstadt Dec 2023
some of us walk insistently,
instinctively, and instantly to
and upon the edged path,

this physical nexus & abstract mental locus,
a cliffside enticing rock strewn trail,
drawn of men, by men, for men

(yes, men are people too, still)

enthralling views,
down to the riverside,
where eyes intuit the
beauteous aroma of
precious precocious
precarious precipices
and the near-stench of
mortality

amidst
wafting scents of inane undesirable need,  
hints of destruction, or,
alternating eager relief,
like a ****** infused, instant attractiveness,
making weakness in the knees, all too real,
trembling with a delicious accented edge of
a fresh, familiar scent, fresh baked bread,
an all enveloping consumption need now!

to
crave what we fear,
to fear what we crave
our cravings are craven,

this twisted sense, annuls
our common sensibility, yet,
titillates our pleasured imagined relief,
releases, our unsated, even better,
our insatiable curiosity to tremble,
an entire body enjoined by vibrato~
enticing tremulations, shaken and stirred,
this danger choice releases something primordial,
escape? a reckless wrecking so deeply designed,
it has its very own designation…death wish

multitudes of easy choices afforded my senses,
and by accident, all mine chosen, all nearby,
I travel the esplanade près de the East River,
where even if calm is the sole visiblilty,
undercurrents and the unpredictable passage
of container wakes and the larger freighters
will hand you down, so easy, to become parcel
to a littered river bottom of centuries’ artifacts

but even more tempting, the balcony,
a hop, skip and a jump unlocked,
mere ten steps, no need for a running start
why it’s the “height of convenience,”
he ruefully winces, and not even any
TSA lines or inconveniencing “conveniences”

Why this calamity seems so desperately desirable,
Why this unabrogated feat so featured, nay, even
feted in our hot? cold? bloodstream

Why just men?

I don't know,
Perhaps,
it is all I know.

Do You Know Why Men Cry in the Bathroom?
Why Men Cry in the Bathroom

For so many reasons.
I will tell you the why.
I think you know,
Or perhaps, you think you know.

Men are always O.K.,
Even when not.

We expect the worse,
Accept the worse,
Nonetheless,
We are forever unprepared.

Wearily, we cry,
In the bathroom, in private,
Lest sighs slip by,
We be unmasked,
Early warring, strife signs warning.

Copious, tho we weep
Before the mirror confessor,
It is relief untethered,
Unbinding of the feet,
An uncounting
Of beaded rosaries,
Of freshly fallen hail stones,
Of night times terrors
By dawn's early edition's light,
and welcomed.

But look for the mute tear,
The eye-cornered drop,
*** tat, that never drops,
But never ceases formation and
Reforming, over and over again,
In a state of perpetuity of reconstitution,

The tippy tear of an iceberg revealing,
And I see you peeping, wondering,
What is beneath

Look for:
the torn worm-eaten edges of spirit,
thrift shop bought, extra worn,
grieving lines neath the eyes,
where the salt has evaporated,
discolored the skin.
worry lines,
under and above,
browed mapped, furrowed boundaries.
the laugh line saga,
where better days are stored,
recalled, as well as recanted,
publicly, privately.

Why just men?

I don't know,
Perhaps,
it is all I know.


Jan 6, 2013
she dries her hair in sun
in red frock windborne high
dreaming there's one
one day would pass her by

enwrapping in heat
sun licks her oily skin
flows down her lithe feet
craves one peep deep within

tickles her wind's mischief
its murmurs's caress
titillates her like a leaf
paints a rose on face

with her i can spin
yearns in my core
she's sweet sixteen
i'm two scores more
Wearing the crown of magnetic allurement ,
Sheathed , Sanguine , Egregious and Effulgent !
With a beguiling pace she coyly approaches in shades of shimmery reds , bowed with obliging politeness .
Gracefully walking into 'thy' life and grasping 'thy' strings of happiness.

She lives  in 'thy ' mind with enticing gravity ,  residing within 'thy' heart for eternity .

Unveiling her true self  shedding all dignity and peace , she renders her de bouch self as she now plays 'thy ' perfect host.
She titillates 'thy ' mind like a ghost !

Bewitched by the 'sorceress' ,
'Thy' life is succumbed to the tempest !
Alas !  
Now their is no escape for  she paved the way to desperation  .
Captivated by the "SUPERIOR  TEMPTATION" is 'thy hopeless mind swarming with aggresion and a helpless heart flanked with  apprehension, depression and destruction !
Such  my friend is the devastation of  the " TEMPTATION "
© Mrunalini.D.Nimbalkar
Effulgent ,Egregious, Sanguine, Allurement ,debouch ,Sorceress..
Contemporary#Archaic# Shakespeare's language#Metaphor #Symbolism
Phillip Knox Aug 2016
Swallowed in dreams of bliss

and sunset berry kisses

in the still of azure skies

I gaze into your eyes.

Strands of water blue satin

touch your delicate curves

inflamed with soul passion

in nights of quiet storms.

Your lips full, sweet of honey

like a dream lover's dream

I swim in your open sea

motions elicit your extremes.

Soft whispers pant to find your ear

beautiful, drifting, lingering near-

driven blind, your brown skin, size

titillates the recesses of my mind.

Trapped within a muse

conversing-secrets stolen

so many thoughts of you

I can touch each shade of emotion.

Beauty in your eyes

defies, eludes my mind

visions of a summer breeze

made my heart rise.

I would steal polyanthus

and lay beds of jasmine

my strong attraction, feel me

as I move you to endless reactions.

Let me allure you

and find your every need

I want to liberate your heart

and give you the best of me.

I search the depths of you

as if you were an ocean

floating through your violent tides

ever the one who makes you cry.

Fascinated by your style

come with me for a while

in the footsteps of pandora

though mythological, love never lies.

Chiaroscuro, form, light

like poetic lines

your silhouette in the haze

from my lips fall this pantomime.

Her fingertips drip elegance

in the moonlight mist

the jewels of your hips

like spinning quasars aglint.

She is delicate as a lily  

flawless like a pearl

in sea blue threads of a tapestry

which colors my world.
PJ Poesy Apr 2016
I’m having naked thoughts
Lacking guilt or put upon
Stripping my imagination bare
Without a stitch, my vision sunbathes
**** and unadulterated
Soaking in clean, clear, fresh
On rock by riverside of mind’s eye
Tingling with musing sensation
View my in the buff inklings
Nothing naughty about it
I am pure creative power
Raw envisage
Breezy suggestion titillates
You just had to look
Didn’t you?
M Harris May 2017
With Wings Of Mayhem Covered In September Dew,
She Flies Under The Autumn Sun On An Holiday Overdue,
  
Through Holographic Designs & Trumpeting Ecstasy,
She Transmutes Her Photographic Lusts Into Riveting Intimacy,
  
Lightning Visions In Her Empyrean Eyes,
Dreamscaping She Drifts Through Ethereal Skies,
  
Of Toxic Sanctums & Pulsating Screams,
She Titillates The Trance Up In Her ****** Schemes,
  
Myriad Stories Of Her Sonnets Divine,
Constructing Fluidic Reveries In Her Comic Design,
  
Like Chemical Dispersals Veiled In Her Digital Stains,
She Formulates Aphrodisiacal Elixir In Her Lyrical Rain,
  
Through Dimensional Shifts Of The Fractal Waves,
Her Cosmic Prophecies Actualize Into Sacramental Raves,
A Genomic Felony Concealed Inside Her Superficial Caves,
  
With Acoustic Muteness In Her Green Shaded Eyes,
As She Gleams Through The Millennial Skies,
In Melodious Echoes, She Whispers Of Arcane Lies.
  
- 05:28 AM
Poppy Perry May 2015
In a dire little spire's shadow
A form pitters, admires a sad show
A girl of the world waits on the drab stone
Waits to unfurl the curl of her mad bones

Hurrying the boldness
To give those bones flight
Into the noblest
Last act of performance night
or exercise in masked spite
Irrelevant, an embellished fate
She crouches, contemplates
The height, the likely injurious spate
The form flounces around the wait

This **** of this morning
Almost hawk of forlorn dawning
Sures it's tastes, titillates
Red shine in the eye reflects
Mind's highs and shy delections
Foreseeing shards of residual head spread
Over acutely angled limbs
and digits subtracted and mangled

To no surprise she rises
It sizes up the prize that provided
An answer to lies so hideously divided
And a thirst for the worst that insidious lives wish
Saviour of absent behaviour
No try, no cry, no mind for saving her
A foot left the paving, the body flailing
Regaining
On gravity and the audacity
Of life's magnanimous, massive, flaccid needs
A sound of pained muddle hounds the cease
Years regain in puddles on the dusty concrete
A prayer said alone from a just, husky tree

***** and undetected
The monster's expected scorn ejected
He moves now towards the poor unsuspecting's rejected
Silhouette of chance and dances dankly in his delected
Tragedy of red majesty and death's rich tapestry perfected
sir humbug Jul 2023
five years ago, June 2018,
I, poet Sir Humbug,
wrote:that the job of the artist was to be
luminous and dangerous

<>

the job of the artist
is to be
luminous and dangerous

luminous to others
by being
dangerous to themselves

when the words are ripped from the chest,
atmosphere disbursed by the body’s projectile messes,
starburst fireworks,
luminous and dangerous,
luminating the shared night,
laminating your truths,
in poems disguised

and so the job,
our work,
begins


<>

five years on,
somethings have changed,
indeed, the dangers of
being luminous,
clarifying and exposing,
the requisite badge of courage,
need-be more desperately earned

the work is more risky,
as the rules of now are none,
and the risk of good taste,
thoughtful caring,
exposing you innards outwardly,
so easy to demean
and sadly
that titillates the iliterati

like a fire-working fireflies flashing,
their in-concert of ligh attracts the
oohs and aahs
but too,
the restless for glory,
opinionated blowhard,
whose critical boundaries of ill will
are
boundless

yet,
write on, right on
to be where courage be the
sticking point!

your verbs must be pointy,
your direction true,
adjectives of modest innovation,
craft harder, then harder again,
for the work must be honest
in a manner most delicate

now is the time of
subtlety -
if one must bang pots to be heard,
that you to are but a noisemaker, a loser,
an addition to those
lost in the din

quiet passion,
thoughtful insight
to inside, to the tender parts,
will rule the day

and the blow smokers
will rue the day,
as their pretenses chafe and flail wayside,
and your words,
be like sightings of new lands
where you take us utterly beholden,
willing explorers to places most wonderfully

luminous and dangerous!
Bob B Oct 2016
"In case you're wondering who we are,
We're your friendly NRA.
Put your worries behind you now;
We are here to save the day.

"Feeling lost and insecure?
Feeling hopeless or dejected?
Come on down and buy your gun.
Your spirits will be resurrected.

"What? You want a handgun? Pshaw!
A handgun is just a toy.
An assault weapon is what you need
To make you feel like a really big boy.

“The thought of guns everywhere
Titillates us to the core.
We can’t describe the ecstasy
Of having more and more and more!

"Your Congressmen love to stick
Their hands into our bulging pockets.
Call it a little *** for tat--
Just keep us off your legal dockets.

"One of our leaders is Wayne LaPierre.
With every gun sale he's elated.
Some say he prevaricates;
We say truth is overrated.

"Gun manufacturers,
You scratch our backs, we'll scratch yours.
We'll make sure that all can access
Weapons that are made for wars.

"Certainly our Founding Fathers
Knew what they were doing when
They envisioned assault weapons
In the hands of all brave men.
 
"Join our 'well regulated
Militia' here in the United States.
We don’t like our beloved Second
Amendment to undergo debates.

"We are doing all we can
To weaken all gun safety laws.
Please don't mention violence;
Every system has its flaws.

"We subscribe to firearm freedom--
A genuine right that's everyone's.
Here's one way to look at it:
Religious liberty for your guns.

"'Life, liberty, and the pursuit of guns'--
That's our motto, simple and clear.
Gun grabbers had best beware:
The NRA will persevere.

"So now you know who we are:
We're your friendly NRA.
You can put your worries behind you;
We are here to save the day."

- by Bob B
Remember those moments of agony
Before the age of puberty
When you fumbled
confounded in surety

When you said those stupid things
that you never meant to say
And to this day it still stings

Remember the friends
you said goodbye to
before you could say  hello and how are you

My how the miles separate
The horizon just titillates
Never touching earth
while the sky scintillates

I picture the high school gym at the homecoming dance you see
Sitting on the pullout bleachers . . . no one danced with me
Your nectar
Touches my tongue
Your fragrance
Smells my nose
Your iridescence
That glances my eyes
Your touch
That titillates my sensations

Pray tell,
O Beauty,
Will my passionate LOVING...
Alone suffice for you
To make you my Beloved?
JOJO C PINCA Nov 2017
In my solitude I always feel this emptiness inside my soul. I prowl in search for something; I’m acting like a foolish ghoul. But what is it that I’m really searching for? Probably it is something that will satisfy my soul. But how can I fill my bowl? Many nights and sunrise have passed still I couldn’t find that thing that will heal the loneliness that is concealed inside my soul.

A song is not a song without its lyrics and a poem is not a poem without its verse. If my life is a song or poem what would be my lyrics or my verse? The melody in my heart is not enough and there is no free verse in the stanzas of my soul. Love, romance, passion these are the reasons why some people are happy and some are not. Have I love well? Don’t know about it, what is true love after all? Is it just a feeling that titillates the heart or an act of ****** stunt on top of the bed? I really don’t know, I cannot say nor define what love really is. For I have not love well in my life. What a pity, my heart is poor, poor in love. I had *** but no love ….. ****!

Did I care? Don’t remember if I did, maybe or maybe not. Lots of people cared for me sorry don’t know how to do it. Didn’t give a **** about others, I am a worthless opportunist and a mean *******. Still I ask why my life is miserable and heavy. Did I give my best? No, because I always go inside my comfort zone. When the going gets tough I always give up.

So am I expecting miracles to happen? But there’s no miracle honey. This is my lot; this is what I get for wasting my life. What I am searching for? I’m searching those things that I’ve nothing because I’m nothing, a good for nothing living a wasted life.
zebra Dec 2019
Truth titillates the imagination far less than fiction.
Marquis de Sade
....

I'm a lady killer
sending her through the mirror of life
like a kissing syringe
in a ******* blood ritual
with a long waiting list 
of arched glittering masochists
eagerly she presents instruments of dispatch
as she wanders into my mind
like a drugged eyeball
excited to be comforted by death

im making her wait
not meaning to be rude 
stranded momentarily 
with so much filing, faxing, emailing,
and calling in this cathedral
of the taboo
as i play with myself
fascinated by a soap opera suicide

primping ready to lose herself
in dizzying emancipation
from a wrapped throat 
in sparkling battery cables
and a tormented red mouth gasping
tear glazed for the apocalypse of her depraved lust
she caresses boa constrictor extremities
that turn her brain to froth
and lips numb  

stroking her hair
she dampens at the sight
of rust tarnished daggers
and a black fanged skull
enticing swinging hips
and open legs
in the mood to bleed

a tantalizing appetite wetter
****** hors d'oeuvre served up
like a crimson scar through snow
she whispers how wet you make me

a sponge drenched moon
while we have another coffee
and tippy toe leg show
flaunting her nails painted a different color
like xylophone chromes
she *****-ishly fingers 
the inside of her mouth
and between moistened thighs
while i finish the therapy reports
of blow by blow depravities
after watching Dark Corners Crazy ***** Films
she says"Stupid girl. 
The moment the zip tie would tighten around my neck 
i would take my shirt and ******* off 
and go ******* in front of a mirror 
so i can enjoy the final moments" 

i dress her
in a fashionista silver skeleton bra
stained ******* silk stockings 
and the body bag she so lovingly sewed together
between finger *****
as if having already climbed inside

let me know your favorite room
"bathrooms are hot" 
toilet  head first please 
and leave my *** out to be admired
for a state funeral *******

she was enveloped 
a blood stained **** dummy
in reverie
with a vacant grace, and red oozy kisses
for a mob of *****
at the Gates of *****
begging for savage death rites
knowing how pretty her pose
with outstretched toes
on a black palanquin 
she floats on tropical hemic Vaseline 
mesmerized
whispering  do you like me like this 
like that
**** up banana split
with a blood cherry yoni
and a spoon of gruyere
lick butter

look into my peepers
kiss me tenderly
lose control of your
wet viscous
whipping saliva tongue

then perforate the ******
pierce the ****
open the intestine
she quivers
and spreads like Peking duck
ransacking the brain
editing the history
from grave to spirit box
she thundered like the burning bush
cuming raw,
jeweled 
and glowing roses
*** is a  nexus of all things and not just the public version of it but those aspects of it that are beyond the language of the concrete
*** plays out in all aspects of life to include history, epistemology, cultural norms and taboos, racism, politics, religion, social engineering,  art, issues of gender, and all human relations
We are all watching ****.
Why should poetry be exempt, why shouldn't it shock and usurp the charade? Why shouldn't poetry bomb and smash the temples of  normalcy, when so few of us are in actuality normal and finally catch up to the irreducible paraphiliac  myriad of ecstatic distortions and erotomania
What has shaped human history more than the power of lust and death?
and generation of heat in particular
cuz yours truly
spoiled with trappings
of Western Civilization.

How ideal I imagine
to dwell in a self sufficient domicile,
where thrum of the central heater...
automatically activated
upon advent of twilight,
or self adjusted/regulated
based on outside temperature
since writer of these words
thankfully linkedin to PECO grid,
(counts CAP and LIHEAP programs

for low income earners a dogsend),
subsequently scribe of Schwenksville
not resident within "smart home",
nevertheless manually pressing button
invites emulation of
Donald Trump zippered smile,
when mechanisms set in motion
to spark convection currents
warming cockles and muscles
versus skin feeling cold and clammy.

One anonymous **** sapien appreciates
basking, and luxuriating,
within climate controlled environment,
whether bone chilling
deep freeze when/where old man winter
furiously blows frigid air
into lovely bones of mine
sets indentured jaws chattering,
as on this dreary
and rainy April 30th, 2023,
or contrarily when sweltering
hazy, humid and hot
dawg days of summer
necessitates setting air conditioner
at refreshing sixty six degrees fahrenheit.

I could never survive
alone in the wilderness,
which dependence on creature comforts
inured me since birth,
but all the more power to people
(such as **** Proenneke
pronounced pren-icky)
who lived off the grid,
and minimize their carbon footprint.

Truth be told, a non impactful lifestyle
tantalizes, teases, titillates...
yours truly, a garden variety generic human
dependent I vow woolly admit
on consonant contrivances
and conveniences conditioned
courtesy capitalistic consumeristic credo
decrying his dependence
upon flow of electrons,
whereby flip of switch
(rather than fight)
when systems of a down fully functional

instantaneously allows, enables,
and provides electricity
with absolute zero ability
to stave off blackout
attributed to sudden disruption
regarding power outage
linkedin with severe
kickstarted meteorological phenomena
or terroristic machinations
(possibly even homegrown unrest)
worst case scenario signaling the end
of the webbed wide world

reducing to rubble
(think being bombed
back into stone age)
annihilating comp fur table trappings
of twenty first century civilization
forcing survivors to learn basic skills
cooperation, integration, proletarian
and utilitarian virtues
altruistic, democratic, humanistic,
mechanistic, and socratic zest
begotten, distilled, and forged
nsync with opposable thumb.

Angst crimps existence
generating dystopian thoughts
despite countless factorial permutations,
differentiations and combinations,
this cyber surfer avails two alms
boot Grinchian genes snatched such balms
when tethered in utero umbilical connection,
etched bromide, which hankering calms
embryonic sensation this corporeal being lacks
constantly subjected to exams
from the school of hard knocks,
which I bewail sets back and gloms

mine aim to revel in blissful contentment
but circumstances decreed otherwise
cursing this chap tubby haunted
exhibited by sweaty soles of feet and palms
by veritable elfin grotto dwelling phantoms
hovering over sweet clover dials a mirage
where dreams comprise psychedelic qualms
yes...Iris sieve blurbs from gals and guys
that spans the world wide web, and exude
premature ejaculatory ecstasy, puzzled if fie
totally tubular trod a tedious trek
along the boulevard of broken dreams.

What happenstance oft finds thyself to flail
amidst difficulty to maximize
optimal opportunities
searching for Holy Grail
or whatever constitutes such lofty
personal objective, perchance being hale
and hearty of body, mind and spirit
spurs the furies of fate tut test this primate
while he aims to gallop with mighty industrial
vim and vigor leaving a virtual cloud

of dust, though mindfulness helps
to pass go, and chance avoid jail
time, then maybe monopolized
feedback offered and accepted
to this married caucasian
nasty and shortish brute
with one percent Neanderthal
toothless though I possess gumption
pseudo quasi-vegetarian
enjoying poetry stone soup,

yet also subsisting
on supplementary vitamin
and mineral packed glue tin free
NON GMO fruity tall tales for a male
thirty six years shy sans bing a centenarian,
which span of life best cut short
acquiring tetanus courtesy
rusty nine inch nail
hammered into faux coffin,
cuz this impossible mission

(aery faced nincompoop) doth turn pale
at the prospect to fill up a space of land
best utilized by twittering
and tweeting birds - such as quail
mongoose, or ibis (though aye ne'er saw
one), where cremated ashes sail
across some verdant plain under
cerulean skies putting to rest every travail,
which thoughts of dem eyes spells
the main impetus explaining

this rambling spiel
warp and woof ova gauzy veil
imperceptibly looms closer upon
turrets of my digital sea faring gunwale
unwittingly capsized courtesy
Moby **** sized whale,
and thus desperation
finds me pleading for salvation
while swinging from vestigial yellowtail.
Andrew Guzaldo c Oct 2019
“To discern doggerel by the afflatus of her smile,
Your altercation titillates my epical grasp,
When with her those words relate to her allure,
The color of her eyes engraves words to my soul,

The ogle before me of her deepens the ink that flows,
Her apotheosis of marrow and iris mauve into words,
The drawing depth of patterns I derive up as my poetry
Her voice when sounded catches my soul afflatus on fire,    

Igniting a flambeau of astringent words of fruitful poetry,
She gleefully carries my words to the beyond as I write,  
Where sequential conjectures apparent to my poetic stance,
As our hands enmesh this adumbration in clarifying my ardor,    

Scintillating smile leads my pen galloping poetry on my paper,
She inspired me to procure the echoing’s of her smile in poetry,  
I need to write beyond any simplistic kiss they may have occurred,    
A poetic amalgamate of poetry to procure my infinite love for our,
Inimitable Adulation”    
             By Andrew Guzaldo © 10/04/2019 #169
By Andrew Guzaldo © 10/04/2019 Poem #169 Hello Poetry
Travis Green Jan 2023
You are my jaunty hypnotic superstar
My marvelous macho man
So chocolicious, prodigious, and vicious
So sweet, dreamy, and fulfilling

Your incredibly fresh deliciousness
Titillates the depths of my inner space
Encases me within your exuberant sensuous winsomeness
Makes my heartbeat rise with exhilaration
Your fragrant sensational manliness
Scintillating before my eyes

Such a smooth, super colossal suaveness
My long and loving addiction
You cop and conquer my mind, body, and soul
Move me to endless steamy dimensions
Where you allure me
With your glorious glory of the highest quality

You are a vision of infinite tempting dreaminess
That makes me have a weakness for your sweets
Feel your legendary masculine passion
Caress your flexing shredded chest and biceps
Your hunky succulent abdomen
Your attractive tattooed arms

I wanna kiss your divine lissome lips
Look into your flashing and ravishing eyes
So enticed by your fieriness and stylishness
You are my ocean of bold, showstopping poetry
A splendid seamless gem, so brilliant and treasured
The choicest royal mandorableness
That holds me in the deepest magnetic trances ever
Bob B Oct 2016
The concept of heaven titillates,
Bewilders and often befuddles.
Imagining how it operates
Leaves one in tangles and muddles.

Think of a woman whose husbands have numbered
At least two or three.
In heaven will they all be together?
How awkward that would be!

Let's say you want servants galore
To cater to every desire.
Is there perchance a sign on the Gates
That reads "Servants for Hire"?

If HER idea of heaven would mean
Being forever with HIM,
But HIS wishes do not include HER,
Her chances of bliss will be slim.

Though harp music is fine now and then,
Too much would be cloying.
But whiny, screechy electric guitars
Could also become annoying.

If winning's your thing, then heaven's for you,
Whatever the sport you choose.
But if you win, don't forget:
Somebody has to lose.

If for a dog heaven would be
Forever chasing cats,
Paradise for a cat might be
A constant supply of rats.

That would be fine and dandy for dogs
As far as we can tell.
For cats, however, the dogs' heaven
Would end up being cat hell.

The more you think about the idea,
The more it gets confusing.
You can try to figure it out,
But you can't win for losing.

- by Bob B
Your voice courses through my bloodstream,
Injecting limerence torrents.

Your touch titillates my senses,
Subduing the behemoth that is my manhood.

Your spirit speaks unrefined emotion,
Taking root directly in my being.

Your net essence is the fullest simulacrum of beauty,
Stimulating the dissipation of myself.

Now,
If only I would never wake…
Wearing the crown of magnetic allurement ,
Sheathed , Sanguine , Egregious and Effulgent !
With a beguiling pace she coyly approaches in shades of shimmery reds , bowed with obliging politeness .
Gracefully walking into 'thy' life and grasping 'thy' strings of happiness.

She lives  in 'thy ' mind with enticing gravity ,  residing within 'thy' heart for eternity .

Unveiling her true self  shedding all dignity and peace , she renders her de bouch self as she now plays 'thy ' perfect host.
She titillates 'thy ' mind like a ghost !

Bewitched by the 'sorceress' ,
'Thy' life is succumbed to the tempest !
Alas !  
Now their is no escape for  she paved the way to desperation  .
Captivated by the "SUPERIOR  TEMPTATION" is 'thy hopeless mind swarming with aggresion and a helpless heart flanked with  apprehension, depression and destruction !
Such  my friend is the devastation of  thee " TEMPTATION "
© Mrunalini.D.Nimbalkar
Effulgent ,Egregious, Sanguine, Allurement ,debouch ,Sorceress..
Contemporary#Archaic# Shakespeare's language#Metaphor #Symbolism
Travis Green Dec 2022
His delectable unwreckable incredibleness
Arrests and gives great pleasure to me
Titillates my nerve cells
Makes me ache to navigate the limits
Of his exhilarating masculinity

Rotate my feminine-perfumed titillators
On his spectacular tatted chest
Kiss and lick his magnificent muscular ***-pack
Move my expressive, energetic fingers around the divine outline
Of his deliciously pleasing lips

Embrace him, taste him, let him
Take me in his warm, welcoming wings
To feel the endless sensual ebullience of being with him
Feeling his wicked breezy sweetness
Sweeping through my system

I gape into his brilliantly bright and bewitching eyes
Lose myself in his whole wondrous world
In the depths of his electric finesse and flex
I am incredibly mesmerized by his heavenliness
He fills me with all-out timeless euphoria

Make me pine for his sexually spellbinding appetizingness
Revel in his pure magic realm
Of constant triumphant delight
He is an affectionate and majestic flex prince
A sweet sensual dream guy
That shines brighter than the midnight skies

I hanker to journey through his supremely
Dreamy and winsome world permeated
With the most cherishable spectacular magic
Get mad freaky with him
Let him take me down

Touch me, feel me, kiss me
I know he can’t resist me
Kick it with my sweetness
Make a killer slick hit with my heart and soul
Let me roll with his dopeness

Watch him glow like showy hotel suites
Let him put it on me
While he takes a swig of Hennessy
Let him get buck and struck up
While I become more lovestruck
Caught up in his untouchable luscious thuggishness
Travis Green Dec 2021
Your stellarly made frame has me so enamored
I am forever under your spell
Your masterpiece has me swirling
In an electric, vibrant, and undying fire
Bound to your passion
Feeling your silky delicious tongue
On my pleasingly enchanting lips
Your fingers like a scarlet, gorgeous paintbrush
Sliding up and down my soft, loving arms
Creating a current of emerging rapture
As I explore your immersiveness

Your masculineness titillates
My plump, velvety *******
Your sexiness streams through my creative canvas
Your hands glide down my thighs and legs
My inner walls are wet, saturated with dreamy, prolific explicitness
Your deep stroke has me drifting
In the brilliancy of your liquid libidinous desires
My kingdom is asunder
I am caught in your stunning and continuous thunder

I am vulnerable; I am perspiring
Your pulling power has devoured me
Your mouth is on my *******
Your eyes are focused on conquering my body and soul
I am moaning deeply and dramatically
You are exploring me more
Embracing the incredible delights of my flesh
Mesmerizing my convulsed core

You are a monumental museum of ruggedness
That holds me in the arms of your attractive majesty
Digging your fingernails in my back
Leaving hot, vivid marks
So intoxicated by your sensuous
And exhilarating fragrance
Your deep, magnetic eyes are an immense inspiration
To my foundation, I find invaluable treasures inside you
With the smell unbelievably passionate
And heart-pounding *** inside my nose
I lean back into the hot and misty air
To relish the unsurpassed magic
The way my body feels in your lecherous land
Travis Green May 2022
When I peer at him
In my rearview mirror
Suave, tall, and ardent
A peerless pleasure to capture
With my ravishing black eyes

From afar, he is a solid-gold rarity
A divine streamlined limelight
Smooth lucid sweetness
He takes my breath away
He titillates my gayness

Every chunk of his hunkiness
Has me strung out
Hung up on pure untamed smoke
The way he walks
Makes me get lost in
His blisteringly spicy sauce

I could wreck my world
Being in his dazzling
And royal mancave
His swagger game is
Unbelievably relentless

How I wish I could call him over
To where I am
Tell him how much
I dig his debonairness

Ask him if I can save his number
In my cell phone
So I can hit him up
And we can chill for a little while
Perhaps we can go out for a dinner
At a presumably fancy restaurant
And talk about all the things we love

Go back to his crib
Where we lay down
In his soft charming bed
He takes me in his bare muscular arms
Kisses me tenderly on my forehead
I rest my head on his broad, solid chest
We sleep the night away in tranquility
Travis Green Mar 2022
He is magically alluring
Seamless sheeny serenity
Supreme dream marvel
Deep radiant charmingness
Seamless sensual prince
I feen to be drenched
In his scintillating perspiration
Taste his body hair
His solid-gold glowing chest
As he titillates my gayness
Slam into my foundation
Give me pleasurable fulfillment
Travis Green May 2023
He is where I yearn for my world to be
To discover his gentle, tender kisses
Feel his sublime brown chin
Stroke his spectacular black beard
Permeate me with hot scarlet fever

Make me moan as he charms
And conquers my heart
Gawp into his breathtaking amorous eyes
So beguiled by his sexually tantalizing virileness
His flawless red-hot *** appeal is

So worthy of mention, so sensually dreamy
So effervescent and supereminent
So clean, keen, and supreme
He titillates my gayness
Amazes and blazes my senses

Seizes and teases my existence
Unleashes his high-powered piping-hot heat upon me
My dope soldier Romeo
Take my body, rock me steady
Show me how he loves

Touch me like a ****, sleek, and spacious truck
Make me erupt like a ferocious smoking volcano
Lost in his erotically thought-provoking hotness
His studly seductive thugness
Dominates my mind, body, and soul
Like potent, addictive drugs

Give me a thrill as I catch feelings
Feel me, tease me, defeat me
Wrap me in his splashiness
Relax into his jazzy dashing majesty
Slide my hands all over his fresh gleaming skin

Our dimensions lock together
I melt into his majesticness
His contagious fragrant flex
Makes my mouth water
Makes me want to drop down to my knees

See and please his long and girthy stick
Kiss it, stroke it,  compose my perfect ****** poetry all over it
Pull him closer to me to ******* his heart and soul
Take him to the edge of incredible treasured ecstasy
As I delve deep into his marvelous spotless hotness

Such an ardent sharp, hot boy
So glorious and well-proportioned
I love being in his nearness
Servicing him, cherishing every area of him
So stranded in his enchantingness

I **** his steaming cream-filling meat stick
Savor the intoxicating taste
Of his **** **** head
Lick his handsome man bush
As rich hot sweat trickles on my flesh

I hold on to his lean supreme hips
His bright mountainous thighs
His wicked rippling muscles
So overwhelmingly compelling
In all his super-alluring glory

My mind wanders away
To fascinating faraway lands
Of unparalleled delectation
Steadily bobbing on his piece
I can’t control my hormones

He is everything that spellbinds my homosexualness
Has me so taken with his brazen captivating manfulness
He makes me the happiest heavenliest dream girl
The more our worlds swirl around each other
He sets me afire, devours my mind’s frame

Puts me on cloud nine the more I work his firmness
**** his massive **** sack
I lose myself in his luscious rugged mantasticness
Pining to delight in his sizzling hot machoness
He tattoos his name on my mouth
Leaves me so blissed out as he rises
To a mind-blowing ******
And shoot his pleasure pumper ***** down my throat
Travis Green Jun 2023
He is so impeccably delectable
So incredible, sexible, and treasurable
My sexually attractive splash
My perfect hairy Casanova
I utterly love his untouchable luscious robustness

How tough and seductive he is
How he rivets my attention
Makes me wanna linger
In his essential transcendental dimension
Of dreamy, sensual manliness

He amazes and titillates my gayness
Makes me crave his engaging
And scintillating captivatingness
To be in his blazing hot tornado of hella hot amorosity
Let him capture and conquer me

Feel his hands slither all over my skin
Call him my enthralling Prince Charming
As he licks and whips my bewitching physique
Make me feen his distinctive scented immenseness
To massage his broad, macho pecs, his hella cut abs

Slide my tongue  up and down his majestic biceps
His powerful shoulders, lust after
His bold, mind-blowing ******
Such an unfuckwithable gangbuster studmuffin
I love on him for a month of Sundays

Feel him devour my mind, body, and soul
Control and smoke my homoness
****** my queerness
Drown me in his crash-hot impassioned mantasticness
Pull out his long, rock-solid sausage

Put it in my mouth, taste his entireness
Check out how his big ***** bounce on my tongue
How his raw stalwart **** head
Meshes with my jaws
Moves down my throat

Pierce me with his sheer fierce immersiveness
Make me ******* his heavy king-size gun
Turn me around, bend me over
Let it glide in my tightness
Smack my voluptuous buns

Flex his hunkiness
Rub my bare velvety back
My glowing shoulders
Take me down, make my backside jounce
Make me moan to the max

Beg for him to smash my ***
Crash into my guts
Tattoo his masculineness
Deep within my innerness
Kiss me, tease me, take care of me

Make me concede to his electric rhythmicity
As he feels all over my body
Hasten the pace, **** me more and more
Stretch me out, make me yell out his name
Feel his piping-hot flame

Show me his game
Rain down his wildness upon my entireness
My top-notch sauce daddy
He appeals to me, completes me
Dominates me like no other

Sexes me up to the core
With his deep merciless thrusts
Hold me close to him
As he approaches a mind-bending crescendo
And explodes his deliciously creamy pole milk
All over my chocolate *** cheeks
Thrum of the central heater...
manually activated upon advent of twilight
(since yours truly not resident
within "smart home"),
nevertheless warm cockles and muscles
appreciate basking, and luxuriating,
within climate controlled environment,
whether bone chilling deep freeze of winter
sets indentured jaws chattering
or contrarily when sweltering
hazy, humid and hot
dawg days of summer
necessitates setting air conditioner
at refreshing sixty degrees fahrenheit.
I could never survive alone in the wilderness
which dependence on creature comforts
inured me since birth,
but all the more power to people
(such as **** Proenneke
pronounced pren-icky)
who live off the grid,
and minimize their carbon footprint.
Truth be told, a non impactful lifestyle
tantalizes, teases, titillates...
yours truly, a garden variety generic human
dependent on consonant contrivances
and conveniences conditioned
courtesy capitalistic consumeristic credo
decrying his dependence
upon flow of electrons,
whereby flip of switch
instantaneously allows, enables,
and provides electricity
with absolute zero ability
to stave off blackout
attributed to sudden disruption
regarding power outage
linkedin with severe
kickstarted meteorological phenomena
or terroristic machinations
(possibly even homegrown unrest)
signaling the end
of the webbed wide world
reducing to rubble
(think being bombed back into stone age)
annihilating trappings
of twenty first century civilization
forcing survivors to learn basic skills
cooperation, integration, and utilitarian virtues
altruistic, democratic, humanistic,
mechanistic, and socratic zest
begotten, distilled, and forged
nsync with opposable thumb.
Angst crimps existence
generating dystopian thoughts
despite countless factorial permutations
and combinations, this cyber surfer
avails two alms
boot Grinchian genes snatched such balms
when tethered in utero umbilical connection,
etched bromide, which hankering calms
embryonic sensation this corporeal being lacks
constantly subjected to exams
from the school of hard knocks
which I bewail sets back and gloms
mine aim to revel in blissful contentment
but circumstances decrees otherwise
cursing this chap tubby haunted
by veritable elfin grotto dwelling phantoms
hovering over sweet clover dials a mirage
yes...Iris sieve blurbs from gals and guys
that spans the world wide web, and exude
premature ejaculatory ecstasy, puzzled if fie
totally tubular trod a tedious trek
along the boulevard of broken dreams
what happenstance oft finds thyself to flail
amidst difficulty to maximize
optimal opportunities searching for Holy Grail
or whatever constitutes such lofty
personal objective, perchance being hale
and hearty of body, mind and spirit
spurs the furies of fate tut test this primate
while he aims to gallop with mighty industrial
vim and vigor leaving a virtual cloud
of dust, though mindfulness helps
to pass go, and chance avoid jail
time, then maybe monopolized feedback offered
to this toothless mwm
(with gumption) quasi-vegetarian
enjoying poetry stone soup, yet also subsisting
on supplementary vitamin packed glue tin free
NON GMO fruity tall tales for a male
thirty nine years shy sans bing a centenarian,
which span of life best cut short with a nail
(possibly nine inches) hammered into
faux coffin, cuz this imp doth turn pale
at the prospect to fill up a space of land
best utilized by birds - such as quail
mongoose, or ibis (though aye ne'er saw
one), where cremated ashes sail
across some verdant plain under
cerulean skies putting to rest every travail
which thoughts of dem eyes spells
the main impetus explaining this rambling spiel
warp and woof ova gauzy veil
imperceptibly looms closer upon
turrets of my digital sea faring gunwale
and thus desperation finds pleading for salvation.
Travis Green May 2022
He is an adventurous and dangerous Samson
A strong shot of viciously fiery liquor
Traversing in my earthy vessel
He titillates my headspace
In a great way that makes me sway
He smooths his hands over my fancy silky *******
Rubs my sweet luscious crests

He sends me into a deep, invigorating dream state
With the way he pounces on my body
Like a wild, monstrous, and lecherous beast
Astounds me with his flaming desirability
Drowns me in his sleek ocean waves of seduction
Makes me bright and ripe in his sight
With his tight electrifying game

He has me caught up in his
Aesthetic, poetic, and expressive charm
His fresh, magnetic, and picturesque refreshingness
His profound and indescribable powerfulness
His rarest incomparable secrets
I wish to enter his ecstatically magical cabin
Feel his continuous sensual alluringness all around me
So delightful, playful, and tranquil
Impeccable ethereal spectacle
Darkly appealing as a Versace bomberjacket

He pulls me into warm, suave, and endearing peerlessness
Shimmering as a bright and merry morning
Fresh and breezy, serene and sunny
I can’t walk away from him
His slightest stroke on my shoulders blows me away
I am smoldering in his closeness
Glowing with an unbounded and passionate love for him
Aditya Roy Jul 2020
When my heartbeat stills as a sky lifts its visage
My lugubrious walk turns into a stride, into the spraying sea
Fishes in the deep, kelp on the beach
All of them following God's message of worldly solace
A human being is not in sight, it is my painful existence that accompanies me
It is the presage of love, there the sky tilts as well as titillates
My eyes glimmer with a raucousness only found at the edge of tomorrow
Almost bordering on an inimitable future, too esoteric for us to measure
On this infinitesimally small plain of lost consciousness
The sky settles into the rainy dawn, where splores turn into bright spurges
All of them full of color, yellowy-eyed like a sea monster tamed by Poseidon
The trident of destiny hurls a thunderous clap, where is that crystal beauty at
Wandering beneath the lake, looking for God's sign of help
Providence comes to those wait behind the curtains of reality
I dream and dream the same thing again, this time my heart is singing
The birds know the atmosphere is placid as a frozen lake
Icy as the bottom of an unprecedented depth of cold blue water
Such is the hue of watching the sea rise and sleep
With my eyes in a hazy dream looking for more reasons to love myself
I fall in the cosmic romance, never falling out of this pleasant feeling
Travis Green Jun 2022
I want to be enveloped
In his gleaming
Streaming cloud of dreams
Carried away
To his stellar sensual place
Where his incredibleness
Inveighles me
Where he blows me away
Where he caresses me
With his seamless
Prominent wings

He makes me feen for him
In the wildest desirable ways
He is my soul's melody
My protection and security
He blankets me
In his sheer incomparable bliss
I feel the purest
And most endearing feelings

I lapse into his ecstatic
****** mantasticness
Such enthralling earthiness
Utter passionate lover boy
He is my ever unalloyed joy
My great unfathomable maestro
My strapping gallant beast
My stunning thrilling thunder

I love when he flexes
His top-flight pliant pythons
His puffed-out robust chest
His immensely shimmering chest hair
His masculinity is spicy and sultry
I crave his embrace
Wrapped in his bareness
Feeling him rub his flesh against mine
His shamelessly sloppy kisses
On my fragrant graceful neck
My tender silken shoulders
My soft provocative lips

He titillates my inner space
Climbs inside my dynasty
Infiltrates my creation
With salacious thoughts
Makes my fever rise
Wild with intense
And keen passion
Keeps me locked
In his awesome sauce
Travis Green Dec 2020
In my mind, it feels so good when you
are holding me when your fingertips
glide down my arms, my body tingling,
careening in your love scene, my skin
swimming in ecstasy, completely turned on
by you, how your handsome physique titillates
my heart.  In my mind, I’m the one that
sleeps with you every night, luxuriating
in your softness, bringing me closer to you
as you soothe my soul, your eyes circling
my frame, giving me excitement and life,
hugging me tighter to show me how much
you genuinely love me.  In my mind, I can
feel your hands gently placing my head
on your chest, kissing my forehead as I ponder
about how grateful I am to have a king
like you, to be in your galaxy and glittering,
everything so exceedingly surreal, to simply
smile for the first time in my life, knowing
that I finally found my one true love.

— The End —