love, miracle, nature, passion, me, me,
by Goode Guy |
what sense is your estrogen?
will it let my testoster in?
manliness touches your feminine
exciting our lives adrenaline
hormone sense scents - pheromones
hormone again with that undertone
hormone bemoan don't leave me alone
hormone rings true 'round chromosome
what articles desired are genuine
my bone bemoan down my skeleton
to sample sweet, that specimen
at the core of my hard regimen
you know you are my denizen
you are, my dear, my doctrine
you're the sweetener to my insulin
you make me take your medicine
how can i portend to you, desire?
my urgent need is more than dire
to drive me to be so inspired
simple lusteine words are required
© Goode Guy 2013-02-22
by Terry Hillen |
conflict, corruption, love, power, prejudice, psychological, relationship,
Man is identified by behavior.
I say man and she demands an
Accounting. The definitive correlative
Can not be spoken. The constant common
Can not be held in union. I must discourse
All caveats else no communion, no love.
What of it? I can stick a thermometer
Up her *** and she registers normal.
All biology, chemical registry, hormone
Therapy, cat scan technology yield
No abrasion any unguent could quench.
I say what harm I live and chose, too?
She speaks of a box she wasn’t raised in,
Impacts everything. A falling body accelerates
Jubilant of nearing home. Childproof or regret it.
by Tony Hargreaves |
baby, love, mother,
the infant mind takes it in
da dum da dum da dum
life rhythm set
flesh on flesh
lactic odour of breast
senses seed the cuddle hormone
the love creator
cosy secure all is well
ready to give love
the balanced child
but think of those
deprived of the hormone
who later in life
seek surrogate love
solace from substances
by JENNIFER PROXENOS |
age, humorous, life,
Ice, I must find and crush, to sooth this
No, it’s not a blush,
It’s not my cup of hot tea,
Or our holiday by the sea,
It’s just what happening to me my darling Bee!
I must undress, but yes
I must confess, that was a sweet caress,
Let’s put it to the test,
And let the hormones do the rest!
I feel depressed and low,
I really love you Joe,
I’m soaking wet,
And so are you with sweat,
If we were to place a bet,
I’m sure that Doctor Sage,
Would agree with us, that
We have reached that stage
When our hormones, have come of age!