by Val Brooklyn Rogers Blk Panther |
Categories:
for her, joy, love, lust,
Listening to an intimate song
Having an intimate thought
Touch me place your tender finger tips everywhere
Don't ever lose that magic charm
The pleasure is all mine
You are definitely Divine
Tell me the secret way you supply your time
I'm lost in the moment my love
On edge is where you have me
Only you can do this
Right now in your poise
With this choice
It's only for you
My pleasure package
You are the truth
Your orgasmic legacy
Born in me
Aah the ecstasy guarantee
Sentence me to an eternity
Of thank you please
With all my love my belove
by Shruti Vellody |
Categories:
life, loss, love, people, sad
You chew your papaya like you chew her head.
Callous and savagely,
You take out each seed, like you did of hers.
Each seed she sowed in you, you spit out from your soul.
You think you can slice away from her life, give her a piece and let her go.
Aah but what do you know?
She has already killed the biggest seed sown by you.
In her womb lies the remains that you spewed!
The remains of the Papaya tree you grew...
by Zainab Rasool |
Categories:
absence, anxiety, beach, break up, cute love, depression, first love,
During the rainy season,under the tree,
I was sitting on the stone near the sea.
With opened hair and glittering eye,
I looked at the moon,up high in the sky.
Just then the tear flowed down my cheek,
Aah!my life has become a damn freak.
I closed my eyes n saw u,
I wanted to say I want to hear something from u.
But I realized…
During the rainy season,under the tree,
I was sitting on the stone near the sea.
Just then a cold breeze blewed,
I smiled and turned back,thought It would b u..
But Alas!
Green bushes and tall trees were all that I cud see,
Days and night I kept waiting for Thee…
by Bernard Chan |
Categories:
body, love, men, passion, sexy, time, women,
aah…
you say
a tensed note
almost unheard
but in that one moan
time comes to a standstill
for rapture forgets the past
needs no future to give it hope
it simply is, expands, fills, abducts
takes us to an edgeless place and beyond
by Val Brooklyn Rogers Blk Panther |
Categories:
confidence, writing,
Aah my sweet summer love
My spring love My autumn love
Winter love forever more love.
I do so much adore love
Ma amour my love.
Sumptuous Succulent satisfying
Sunday love Saturday love.
My nothing greater from the
heavens above love
The love I love to love I think
Most of every day my love.
All year around the clock love
You are my sure love my core
Love my heart come apart when
Your not near love
Be right here my love. So
Entranced by your passion
Fascinating silence and beauty
Of roses and sacred nights and
Poses of love my belove can't
Get enough of your love my
Love.
by Val Brooklyn Rogers Blk Panther |
Categories:
beauty, love,
So intriguing
You're appealing
To much beauty in
One so seductive aah yes
A loveliness tie me
With lovely laces like you do.
I am over flowing with
Excitement
My senses are keen this
Sugar is mean to sweet,
To sweet I've never tasted
A sexy something steals my
HEART attack gracefully.
by David Smalling |
Categories:
friendship,
Perhaps too much in the sun the flower
Of your love is withering, or maybe
It is the roots rotting since the shower
Is too much. Perhaps it is the tree
I need to trim; and since I am all these
Perhaps it's I that must my presence
Take to the lonely wilderness and wait. Let
Me suffer all the anguish, but not sense
Unhappiness in your countenance; regret
In your desire. I cannot shine or rain
Or grow with the world that now is you.
If I was to be banished from your terrain,
I could live my unhappy years just knowing
That you live; that hope makes life a blessing.
by Michael Degenhardt |
Categories:
love,
My love,
she is like
a rainbow forever eternal
and emitting the brightest
of colors.
She is easy
to gaze upon
as she is also
the reason
that I smile
each day and
welcome each breath.
My love,
she is the answer
to prayers and
the compliment side
to one half,
which had existed
as this man.
My love,
she is a gift bestowed
by greater powers,
but yet she is
a greater power herself.
She is
my love.
by Val Brooklyn Rogers Blk Panther |
Categories:
celebration, environment, feelings, french, growth, happy, health, introspection, joy, life, seasons, senses, sweet,
There is the rose I suppose
This is the kind I can find
With its prose as it poses
Aah ma cherie cherie
We keep these healthy roses
Ma amour it's a chore
Ma cherie ma amour
This rose holds secrets of its
Loveliness the Petals tender is
It's being the secrets the meaning
Of its life ma cherie ma petite
Ma amour my beauty. Beauty
You my love. kindles the heart
Of perfect flame my lovely
Little lilac fame. My dear lovely
You ma amour. My love My love
My love. Your reign I adore I
Adore.
by Karen Croft |
Categories:
love,
aah we are such a pair
who ever faired
i am your mistress
and your's is my husband's mistress
between us four
our love has scored
but you my lover
are my security cover
the one i truely love
till then we are at peace as dove's
by John Anderson |
Categories:
music, song,
Skipping is binary,
one, nought, one, nought, one.
Clip clop.
Tick tock.
One foot up, skip.
Next foot up, skip.
Hop, step and jump,
'tis hopscotch time.
Heart in love, skips a beat.
Electrons skip in quantum rings,
dangling their participles.
Skipping off-beat in music
it's syncopation.
Flat stone, flat-thrown
bounces, skims and skips 'oer pond
plink, ploink, plink ploink, plonk.
Notice, perchance if you will,
each skip is smaller, than the one before,
descending in declension to rest.
hic, haec, hoc
huic, huic, huic
hunc, hanc, hoc
hoc, hac, hoc
Aah
by Allan Terry |
Categories:
dance, music, romantic love, song,
INSPIRATION CAUSES US TO SOURCE
TO TRY TO FIND
RELEVANCE AND A SINCE OF PURPOSE
IT'S CONCEIVED IN THE REALITY OF IT'S MAKING
AND OH, FOR GOODNESS SAKE AND.
MIGHT LOVE'S INFLUENCE
COME OVER ME.
LET ME GIVE ON BEING THE STRANGER
DON'T PUT YOURSELF IN DANGER
SHINE UP THE DIAMOND GEM
JUST FOR ME.
SAY YOU'LL BE MY LADY
EVEN THOUGH IT SOUNDS CRAZY
PUT THE DIGGLE DITTY DEW
IT MY SIGGLE SILLY YOU
AND WE CAN DOOP AAH DILLY DEW
LIKE WE USE TO DO.
by Randy Freie |
Categories:
mental health,
Aah, the sweet smell of Sinsemilla,
I love to smoke it every day.
But what I love the most of all...
Duh, what was I going to say?