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Poem Details | by SKAT A |
Categories: fantasy, love, passion, romantic, sensual, sexy, uplifting,

A Lesson In Love

"How to tame the madness"

As I sit here, with intense dirty desire,
Tonight I think of you (the moon and stars)
To you, I send a redolent saimiri kiss 
Read and breathe between fine lewd lines
Perfumed by the colors of the Enticing Equinox
Sensually, I create sweet serendipity

Inviting playful lips
Erotic wind and wild wanderlust
Streams like a river through time
I propose a good potion of wet lube
Take me to the furtive imagination of your soul
Embrace the tan and texture tonight
Touch the summer ripples riding high
Promiscuous and delicate, I advocate lust 
A quilt meant for deep and trenchant love
I shut my eyes to feel an Orphic flora floor
Stimulating a hot, sultry siren kettle 
On this night the tingle of passion penetrates
A hypnotic talisman that lets me, please
Inviting ----------- You


Poem Details | by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: fantasy, kiss, love, sexy, spoken word, trust, words,

Midas Touch

~Do Not Trust a Word, He Says~

He speaks of sunken treasures the way no other man 
The map of his essence is drawn in the stars 
His smile of gold ride out the waves 
The moon is pulled by the prestige of his masculine art 
With great pleasure, your heart now sits in a glass case 

His love lavishes making every moment memorable
This gentleman cultivates you from every direction 
Your blood rises to his flirtatious ego 
His eyes, manipulate you, invade every dream, 
Endless lust, pulled by the enigma of dragon dust wind 
Falling flowers of forgetfulness, when lost in his touch 
He endures, he breathes in ways you can't resist 

Uttered words easily wrap around your heart 
In a game of trust, his lips persuade another kiss 
Like a syndrome, you babble and drool ---- stepping all over yourself 
You are naught more than a fool in love, 
Trusting and believing every golden word spoken from his lip


( A Poet Destroyer Collection)

Poem Details | by Funom Makama |
Categories: emotions, i love you, love, romance, romantic, sensual, sexy,

Your Body, Your Touch

Your feelings in a group of touring innocence
travel up North towards trust and sincerity
in sweet submissive care like a carefully rubbed suede.
You put day light into your entrapment
for noontide to go nonstop.

Caress from yonder, massage from under
your skirts make appetite nonchalantly mourn
your legs present so nutraceutical to manly weakness.
If your bones are licked by wild beasts
the jungle would be protected by the ghost of sweet affection.
If the rains fall through the planes of your body
vapours of lust and desires will spring out of the Earth.

Your expensive flare, expresses you as a needed nougat
sliding pleasurably though wet lips in a greasy enjoyment of noodles
with aroma and taste capping up a nouvelle cuissine.
Night is dead from your day-long engaging chemistry
making the aggression of your nubile emission
in ration to any attempted resistance an improper fraction
when the night's light strike your contrasting body
for the creation of a mobile image so dark and graceful,
nature will sit down beauty for a serious interview.

Poem Details | by Maria Williams |
Categories: love, romantic, sensual, sexy, tribute,

SHE - In collaboration with RP - the Reluctant Poet

An Ode to Femininity and Romance -

The background music of this delicate poetic arrangement is intended to be played softly as you sit back and reminisce on romantic memories while creating new ones - Perhaps with a glass of red wine and - Oh! Don’t forget the chocolates.   

The cadence of her heart keeps rhythm to the music She sits alluring in the soft candle light Her senses so heightened but she ponders escape As butterflies flutter her stomach tonight SHE’s the mirror of all dreams Invisible strobes pulse as his aura manifests Eyes meet - energy spikes across in a mist Static shock she recoils as his hand touches hers At first she draws back but she cannot resist SHE’s the sculpture of natural perfection Warm embraces and moist tender kisses Twin peaks straining to break free from restraint Like coronas on planets - her circles a flare A consuming wild passion that cannot be tamed SHE’s the taste of pleasure and its themes Consensual yearning all inhibitions lost Outer trappings asunder - bare naked as created Petal smooth skin brushes skin - tingling sensations Intense tension of concupiscence now elevated SHE’s the rhythm of sensual orchestration Like the cleft in a smooth mound Caressed by the morning dew A flood of bliss and passion Crystal clear droplets accrue She’s the emotion of love’s fire Feathery strokes brush a valley of desire A precious pearl glistens in its soft silken fold Aching for release of an exquisite union With the sensually smooth bud of a single stem Rose SHE’s the personification of sensation Passion and love ignite flames of pleasure A tunnel of love bidding invitation To her rhythmic breath - the beauty of her charms Candle flames dance in perfect syncopation SHE’s the aroma of desire A pulsating Venus like the evening star She arches yearning to greet the risen moon In ardor of passion the lovers melt Climactic ecstasy close she purrs as they swoon SHE’s the song wafting from above Unbridled they move in perfect synchrony While deep from within warm spring’s release A joyous flood of bliss and passion To meet and to quench the explosive heat SHE’s the reason of loving stimulation In the gentleness of loves' creation Naked in the innocence of a newly born Lying languid and satiated like twin spoons nestled Awakes and looks at the glory of early morn SHE’s the epitome of LOVE The meaning of life - IS SHE
Acknowledgement: To RP (the Reluctant Poet), who refuses to be named and is reticent to be acknowledged as a brilliant Poet in his own right This poem is dedicated to his ‘SHE’ and all the SHE’s in the worldThank you so much RP for your contribution. (RP is not from Poetry Soup or any other Poetry site or publication) Footnote: ‘SHE’ - is an unashamed expose` on the beauty of female love and sexuality, the foremost gift of our primary instinct - the source of our existence A Gift - of pleasure bestowed on humans to be enjoyed with no boundaries of age or gender. A Gift - of joy unrestricted to only the humans whenever fancy takes, unlike all other species which is restricted to time of procreation A Gift - that owing to misguided conditioning of the ‘System’ and Religious agendas, is embarrassing for women to share and only appropriate to air in a sterile or clinical manner. A Gift - that is denigrated to veiled humor and has been disparagingly described in ugly words or actions A Gift - that because of the stigma of communication, has been the cause of many women’s intimate health conditions from time memorial. And Yet - it not considered shocking to speak openly about our gourmet delicacies, our overindulgent eating and drinking habits The topic elicits thought and makes one wonder - Why?

Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: feelings, love, relationship, romance, senses, sensual, sexy,


A DAMSEL ENCHANTS FELICITY Aurora breaks, Cinderella damsel enchants felicity, gliding halcyon-- implanting jazzy kisses, languorous murmurs Nectared opulent press quakes reactions. Succulent tissues urge virginal wanting: xerothermic, yearning zenith! _____________________________________________________________________ *** xerothermic -- adapted to or flourishing to environment that is hot and dry halcyon -- care -free CONTEST NAME: 10 OR LESS LINES Contest Sponsor: Rob ~~2nd place~~ Olive Eloisa Guillermo 2:28 pm, September 23, 2015

Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: appreciation, art, imagery, love, passion, sexy, symbolism,

Wrapped In Honey Of Her Naked Pies

Wrapped In Honey Of Her Naked Pies

Are memories really just our souls leaving
in clouds of shimmering hot mists.
And what of love and all that hot heaving
or stored memories on lustful lists!

Can the mind create truth from mere dregs
women so beautiful your brain cries.
All curves, graceful long ,long sexy legs
wrapped in honey of her naked pies!

Alas! Say it tis not a treasure imagined
what of the deep sensations of bliss?
Or her choice of lingerie in latest fashion
epic thrill of that greatest ever kiss?

Slay me now, if my treasures are not real.
I want no world devoid of that hot night's thrill.

June 6th, 1983

Sonnet, on my terms...

Note_  Too hot, was deleted, graphic
details of that first night and ******** *** ************

Poem Details | by Shahana Jackson |
Categories: life, love, me, sexy,


   What attributes are considered sexy to guys?
         the face 
      the lips 
      the eyes 
       A lil junk in the trunk 
         Betty boop thighs
            Suckable watermelons
              Lips that are quick to spread
              Accessories to blind
         What ever happened 
         to what's behind all that?
              See the person that I really am 
                 Look into my heart
                  See beside what you want to do to me 
                        in the dark
                        Stop reminiscing about my lips
                            Do U want to dive deeper into this?
                                 And I don't mean what's between my hips 
                              I heard your tryna bring sexy back
                                 Well do U wanna know what's sexy to me? 
                                      Tap me on the shoulder and just ask me
                                             Am I sexy?

Poem Details | by Ken Carroll |
Categories: beauty, love, lust, sexy,

Dampened Sheets

I am the sultry silence
the wishbone
of your dreams
feel my warm breath
slither down your throat
across your chest
feel my transparent tongue...

We rage the erotic battle
I feel your pulse race
my fingers of flame
caress all that is yours
I am your imagination
arching above your feminine form
I sink slowly into you...

Just so you know my love
you will never be able
to shake me from your dreams
I will seduce you to a place
beyond mere thoughts and words
tonight, dream of us...

Poem Details | by Anita Lovelace |
Categories: funny, love, me, love, me, sexy,

Nothing But the Truth

Tell me I am pretty and sexy and hot
Tell me you like everything that I’ve got

Say that my clothes fit me just right
Even if some things are a little too tight

Laugh at my jokes even if they are dumb
Massage my neck ’til your fingers go numb

Don’t get mad becaue I make more money
Do the dishes, vacuum, and call me honey

Respect me for my intelligent mind
Treat all my friends friendly and kind

Tell me that I cook better than mother
Say that you’ll never love any other

Kiss me goodnight and good morning
Make love to me without any warning

Call me at work just to hear my voice
Say that being with me is your first choice

Watch chick flicks during a football game
Give me a sweet little sexy pet name

Tell me my lovely face is all you see
But darling, don’t you ever lie to me

Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: joy, love, nature, people, places, rain, sexy,

Rain Dance

We smile, it's raining Jovial in dancing joy Soaked to the skin Warm hearth welcomes us Naked to bare, towelling Goosebumps diminish Pillows, rugs, two lie Face to face, lips now caress We, attraction flows Candles flickering Undulating shadows grace Unification .

Poem Details | by Gary Bateman |
Categories: emotions, hyperbole, love, passion, romance, sensual, sexy,

This Fury-Fiery Moment of Hot Sensual Love

This Fury-Fiery Moment of Hot Sensual Love

This fury-fiery moment of hot sensual love nourishes us now,
As we move from a caress to razor-close, then to lover-close,
Intertwined as one in a true tempestuous storm sparkling afire!

We share such a white-hot passion with a boundless fiery desire,
Blending us deeply in a fury-fiery emotion of love’s true inspire;
Bringing us to this apex with lust as love and love in lust’s hour!

This magic moment melds our passion into a true alchemy of love.
This prized-perfect passion purrs us now into satiated contentment,
As our hearts bask-bright in a fury-fiery moment of sensual desire! 

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved – May 19, 2016

Poem Details | by Teppo Gren |
Categories: girl, innocence, love, lust, passion, sensual, sexy,

Scent of her

It was a long desired pleasure to feel
in my caress the softness of her flesh,
the lust behind her wetness, and reveal
the warmth of passion within to refresh
that longing to fondle a girl in bloom;
to taste her lips, feel her bosom and sense
the natural fragrance of her perfume;
for eagerness in place of innocence.
Her charm lived in me as too did her scent,
the bitter-sweet scent of her lovingness,
love devoted to it’s ardent extent,
at last to leave behind the loneliness.

There remained no doubt that love would cherish,
renew hope for the heartbreak to perish.

T.J Grén

Poem Details | by JSLambert Mister ROBOTO |
Categories: character, fantasy, gothic, old, passion, romance, sexy,

Grace Thou Love Nary Forlorn----OLD ENGLISH

Her grace, she moves in poetry,
Tread cobbled path of wandering heart;
She speaks in moonlight spirit,
Thine treasure chest come undune,
'Till I lose mine feathers,
Frozen by her sole divinity;
She, found to mine lost,
Twixt these street exile redefined by her golden glory,
pounding on my chamber door;
I must forego the counsel of my twisted devils,
Rise from lay 'pon this brow beaten soul;
Swell into her wonder..lift love anew!
Heaven restore mine black gloom;
Her grace, she moves in poetry,
Spilleth' over, soothing matrimony.


                                                                             ©    PoeTTreeZ Publishing

Poem Details | by Pauly Plaster J.R. |
Categories: howl, i love you, poetry, sexy, sick,

Smitten Kitten

Leapin' lizards up in dem’ gizzards, something we call the creepy crawlAnd her womb spew forth blasphemy, and her lips uttered deceitBlack alters in Bone orchardsPraise hell syndicate burn down this town and everyone in itRed lights…, blood lustAmbrosia, with her hair so fare Clearly obvious why the gods chose herDevourer of subtleties..Tenderest of vittlesI know at night your bones up and come to life causing mischiefAll monkey minds in devil times, chatter chatter, screechhhh..All lost, no hopeAnd then there was youBurn down the temple and singEyes bare witness to the rise of herDance to the rhythms of a free will symphonyBleed from thyn eyes,..I don't mindBliss bliss and heavenYour absence is the bane of my existence.

Poem Details | by Selena Hernandez |
Categories: addiction, fantasy, fear, sexy, teen,

Love me

Love me 
I beg for love with every encounter 
just for a touch or a nibble 
to feel a warm chest against mine 
I want to feel the love of a man 
a man who possesses a heart of pure gold 
I yearn to feel hands on my hips 
and a tongue entwined with mine 
such temptations shouldn't take over my youthful mind 

Poem Details | by Tom Quigley |
Categories: inspiration, love, sexy, wife, woman,

My Goddess

My Goddess I Met A Goddess! FroM The very starT Of course it was heR Had dreamt of this daY Pierced my ennuI An unseeN KnifinG ShiV LifE NeveR More clearlY Defined The patH It changes in A Flash now she is neaR Mind is openeD I n t u i T Key tO LocK Eyes Each glow Pleasant smile Moment lingers Your curly brown hair Showering strong shoulders Every breath filling bosom Lusciousness, sinuously moves Flowing across the room, wild river Frozen deer I become, looking but not, Round, wide eyes misdirecting intention Obvious I’m caught Could you be too? Meeting for the first time, crowds part S m i l i n g d e s p i t e m y s e l f Te l e g r a p h i n g i n t e n t All pretense forgone Reaching deeply I asked you Now my Girl 5/7/16 © Thomas WQuigley

Poem Details | by PJ Bayliss |
Categories: love, sexy,

Addicted to you

You are my disease, And my only remedy, Addicted to you. (c) 2015 PJ Bayliss

Poem Details | by Chris Green |
Categories: love, sensual, sexy,

A Poem of Sex

A Poem of Sex A poem of sex But not in this text I just used this title to see ~ If you would come Looking for fun And open this poem by me ~ You will not find Words of that kind No moaning passionate steam ~ Two of the night Not in this write All of these verses are clean ~ Lips locking soft Hearts now aloft Maybe what you did expect ~ Candlelight flame Screaming a name Glistening skin, beads of sweat ~ Sensual sighs Quivering thighs Erotic moments to trace ~ Euphoric throes Fingers and toes Sorry you’re in the wrong place ~ None of that here Let’s make it clear Nary a stanza reflects ~ Words that you see Written by me Titled, “A Poem of Sex” Well, it is against the rules...right?

Poem Details | by Sarah Jabri |
Categories: dance, passion, sexy,

My Dancing Love

Come to me my dancing love
I have waited oh so patiently
Que in the Cha Cha my darling
Waltz your way towards me   

Set the music in burning fire  
Bring your Salsa closer to me
Tango your body around me
And release the Rumba in you

Poem Details | by Maria Williams |
Categories: celebration, love, mother, sensual, sexy,

Fruit of Love - An array

Nature unfurls charms Loving emotions flourish Her cup runs over Exquisite passion Limbs entwined in sweet embrace Move in symphony Senses on fire Symphonic crescendos peak Cocooned in slumber Nature’s Miracle Blooming as she takes on form Grand Expectation
Footnote: A Happy Mother’s day to all Mums, Mums-to-be and Grand Mums for without you and the gift of love, this day was not possible. POTD 16th May 2017

Poem Details | by David Brown |
Categories: bird, imagery, love, metaphor, sexy,

To be your hummingbird

Oh, to be a hummingbird,
hovering near your flower
to float above your petals
for hour, upon hour

To taste your wondrous nectar
as I feel the morning dew,
to drink in all the mysteries,
the mysteries of you

Poem Details | by Broken Wings |
Categories: love, lust, sexy,


I will write a few gathered words about my lover,
     from the past;
and will collect my tears in a big glass jar,
that's a lovely dress, he said, now take it off.
How our bodies fit together like puzzle pieces,
  he whispers in my ear sexy things;
when he touches me- my blood is pulsing hot,
  my body ignites with an ache and he kisses me.
     I breathe him in,
and we are lost in a wild whirlwind of lust and love.

The sheets are in a tangle and we are all sweaty,
     I love him so much;
and want to be sheltered in his arms forever, ever,
he whispers, kiss me, and I do, and I am lost again.
Oh, I found my safe sanctuary in his beating heart,
  a refuge in his soul and shelter from my pain;
I wish that I could freeze time and stay with him,
  I stroke his face and lips and he smiles at me.
     And whispers, love me,
beyond the closed curtains- the midday sun shines.

June 20, 2016

Verse ( unrhymed)

For the contest, That is Sexy
sponsor, Lewis Raynes

Fifth Place 


Poem Details | by Nick Puopolo |
Categories: betrayal, desire, love hurts, power, sexy,

Fox Trot

Though I'll tell you what you want to hear
I'm not a prophet or a seer
My lies tap dance upon your soul
As your Cinderella dreams unfold

Bullshit woven to the letter
Assuring you there's no one better
Than me, to fulfill your need
Your virgin ears begin to bleed

One more drink we do the dance
Another ruse into your pants
Crafted words depth with skill
Now closing fast in for the kill

It's always just about my pleasure
Silk smooth lines cut to the measure 
Crystal clear what was my aim
Reflecting on your walk of shame

Poem Details | by Stephen Bloom |
Categories: love, psychological, sexy, social,

Sex and the British

They’re drawing the curtains in Dorking,
Lighting the candles and pouring the lotions.
Switching off TV’s and shelving resentments,
Checking on children asleep in the darkness,
Creeping   up hallways   like teenage lovers.
Stairs and hopes creaking in equal measure.

Clothes  are  Falling   in Fulham.
Tights  in the hall and pants in the bathroom,
Bra on the shelf
And doubts in the kitchen,
As   newly  acquainted
Swap fluids and feelings,
Hoping for phone calls,
Instead of  diseases.

Lay byes are calling  in Luton,
Cars with their  lights on  wait on the verges,
Engines and pulses expectant   and purring,
Strangers stand round swapping cider  and sadness,
While a dozen  pale  bottoms nod in  the moonlight.

They’re re-lighting  fires  in Bolton,
Forgetting the  years of disinterest and boredom,
Of nights by the TV, tight lipped  and separate,
Silent pub meals and bad-tempered breakfasts.
Tracing the contours of flesh and forgiveness,
Opening like flowers,
Hoping for  closeness.

They’re turning the lights off in Reigate,
Closing their eyes and thinking of strangers,
Scarlet or George,
The Doctor, the cleaner,
The local MP or the teenage neighbour

Excitement is building in Brixton.
Fingers  are probing and gripping the carpet,
Bodies are merging and arguments fading,
The bills and the mortgage,
Frustrations and failures,
Pushed aside like regrets and the duvet..

Flesh is moving  in Folkestone,
Thighs  colliding and buttocks vibrating,
Tongues exploring  and hands rediscovering
Blood engorging  and nipples darkening,
Like  monsoon rain clouds,
Or over-cooked porridge.

The explosion is coming in  Eastbourne,
Necks  are straining and head boards rebounding
As thighs move faster, grow weary and slacken.
And grunting and gasping  gives way to elation,
The volcano erupts and  mine shaft convulses,
Horses break free
And  barriers lie broken.

The deluge has fallen  in Derby
Eyes make contact and souls fall   open,
Allowing brief entry of one life to another,
So even bored couples feel slightly connected,
While the lucky embrace,
Like shipwrecked sailors,
Listening in silence to mermaid and dolphin,
Singing of coral and sand and completeness.

They’re comfy as sofas in Sutton
Lying in gloom and watching the ceiling,
Thinking of  love and  looking for tissues, 
Swallowing tea  and checking their emails.
Making small talk about gardens and daytrips,
Feet and hearts meeting,
Under the covers.

Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: boyfriend, cute love, emotions, girlfriend, passion, sensual, sexy,

Tease for Two

To tease Two please .

Poem Details | by Chris Boskovski |
Categories: beautiful, body, caregiving, desire, dream, epic, feelings, first love, for her, girl, happiness, happy, how i feel, joy, kiss, longing, love, passion, red, romance, romantic, rose, sexy, smile, spanish, sun, sweet, together, voice, woman, write,

Ode to Mi Corazon

As I pull weeds from cracks in sidewalks
Yout sit on top of thrones made of solid gold
And I pay no mind to the women around me,
Only to your beauty do I hold an Ode.

I see my fair Spanish lady
my daring, sweet rose with thorns,
That run up and down her spine.
As she stops in the daily parade
Waving at the peasants,
She looks at me and summons her guards
Too take me away.

Her beauty is unbearable.
I cannot take not being with her
For a single moment in my life.
Her hair,
Black like coal,
Her smile is bright, as the first rays of the Red Sun
In the dawn.
Her lips painted with ruby lipstick,
her silk laced dress and shawl wrap around her,
Like a beautiful butterfly in her cocoon.
Her skin of olive, dark color and her green eyes.
My God, those sweet and piercing green eyes
Oh, how they hit my soul and make me shiver with excitment.
She is intoxicating and I am intoxicated in her beauty.

She is like an angel, a Latina beauty who walks the streets paved gold,
As I walk the cracked, cobblestone walkways.
She shines in the Spanish sun, like a dimoand in the ruff
As you blow the dust off her sweet brow,
she glows and sparkles with extordinary excellence.

She is beautiful and sweet and kind.
She loves me, but her father minds.
I am only a peasant, and she royalty.
Can our love ever be together in one holy matrimony?
I pray to the Lord, of all that is good,
Please give me a sign that she loves me.

Soon a storm came over,
blowing me down to the ground
And a cloud of dust swallowed me whole.
A great Conquistador on a great white stallion
pulled me up and told me that she wanted to see me.
I shacked with nervous of joy as I followed the warrior.

She was there, under a palm tree
Near a beautiful beach in Barcelona.
She smiled and a glow covered me with passion.
I hugged her and kissed her upon her sweet lips.
I tasted virginity and she tasted loyalty.
We both tasted beauty and harmony.
As the warrior left us,
We made love upon a vigin white sheet,
Soon covered with a flowing river of red.
She moaned with exticy and love was in the air.
The Ode to my sweet Spaniad, Mi Corazon!

We lay there in each others arms
Looking up at a clear night sky
The twilight glimmered ever so softly
And a shooting star blazed across the sky
I kissed her and she kissed me.
I whispered in her, "My love forever"
And she pushed me back upon the sheets
and we made sweet and ever lasting love again.
As we looked in each other's almond colored eyes.
I said to her, in a soft voice, Mi Corazon.

Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: love, women,

Your Sweet Sexy Smell

An obsession with the ladies I'll surely admit And the sweet sexy smell these sweeties emit Love every one Totally come undone When you touch my parts, it flips my switch © Jack Ellison 2015

Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: appreciation, beautiful, blessing, love, sexy, tribute, wife,

The Curves Of Those Sensual Lips

The Curves Of Those Sensual Lips

The curves that form those hips
 the curves of those sensual lips
The beauty that my mind so trips
 face could launch a thousand ships

Hair that shines and so allures
 from your love I want no cures
Willingly fall for all your lures
 your body, please give the tours

Eyes that satisfy me in a feast
 power that fuels me into a beast
Bright with a slant from the East
 love me, marry me, touch me at least

Legs that so thrill my eager mind
 you the treasured greatest find
Wrap me up, my body please entwine
 our hearts, your body must bind

Face that drives me deep into lust
 have you, love you,  I simply must
Beauty forever , you I simply trust
 yes, love you until we both are dust

The curves that form those hips
 the curves of those sensual lips
With your love I'll make no slips
 we love deeply into forever trips


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: love,

Sexy Sweet Smell

An obsession with the ladies I'll surely admit And the sexy sweet smell all you ladies emit Love every one Totally come undone When you touch my parts, it flips my switch © Jack Ellison 2015

Poem Details | by Robert Candler |
Categories: age, angst, body, caregiving, cheer up, clothes, cute love, desire, fantasy, funny, funny love, giggle, giving, happiness, happy, humorous, husband, love, lust, marriage, mom, mother, parents, relationship, romance, sexy, smile, son, stress, together, wife,

The Happy Dress

It’s a mother-in-law’s right, her prerogative 
To ‘drop in’ on her son almost any time,
But a mother-in-law should always be prepared
For almost anything she may find.

So, Mother Cready dropped in unannounced;
But as she approached her son’s front door,
Suddenly it opened “Ta Da!  Do you like my happy dress?”
His young wife stood there in her ‘all in all’…nothing more.

“Oh, my word!” Mother Cready exclaimed with surprise.
“Why are you naked?  Are you insane?”
Just as surprised, the young wife pulled her inside.
“Please, Mother Cready…if you’ll just let me explain.

You see, when Mac has had a rough day,
When he’s been under a lot of stress,
Sometimes I meet him at the door
With a smile and a kiss in my happy dress.

It always relaxes him and makes him happy,
Then he makes me very happy too.
It works for Mac and me, Mother Cready;
Maybe it would work for you.”

“We’re too old for such.” scoffed Mother Cready.
“Perhaps if we were young like the two of you.”
But, on her way home, she decided
She was definitely going to try it too.

So, she bathed and put on some nice perfume,
Fixed her make-up and her hair.
She was thinking some very sexy thoughts,
But she had to hurry…no time to spare.

She heard her husband’s car in the driveway;
And as he approached their front door,
She threw it open “Ta Da! Do you like my happy dress?"
She stood there in her ‘all in all’…nothing more.

She saw a little grimace cross his face,
But that was not the worst.
Then he said, “I appreciate your happy dress, my dear;
But maybe you should have ironed it first.”


“Well…your ‘happy dress’ could use some ironing;
But my birthday suit could use some starch.”
He kissed her“Bet you and I can work it out.”;
And off to bed they marched.