by Lin Lane |
Categories:
longing,
What beauty reflected in love's fair eyes,
a passion treasured beyond all measure.
As ardor stirred flames, I failed to disguise
the need in my loins ere want of pleasure.
As sweet the music I discern profound,
tis more honeyed your lips when touching mine.
Oh! My pained heart shall beckon love resound,
my moonstruck maiden, unearthly divine.
Mute, I cannot be, so near your soft breasts.
This besotted man has but scant more breath.
Grant me your pure love, not in mere request,
but with an angelic kiss 'fore my death.
I beg thee allow the stars remain bright.
Give yourself to me ere the end of night.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
January 9th 2016
by Ranjit Iyer |
Categories:
love, lust,
Sleep, my love, near placid waters
Under a pale moon that lights the way,
Mosquitos resound their ranks to attack
A humble cottage where you and I stay.
I forage through your hair like the tiger
Whilst you rest your head on saffron pillows,
I press my lips hard against thy milky breasts,
Watching your eyes lift to gaggling swallows.
Your resisting thighs give way to my stern will
You make love as burning hearts confess,
Never shall we come again to this sweet valley
Where the fermented nectar of rapture is pressed.
Have I found you forever, O flower of this land?
Hand in hand together, as we jaunt though the sand.
by Shane Cooper |
Categories:
love, memory,
Eyes of blue with hair of gold
Lips blood red with cheeks flushed pink
Small shell like delicate ears
Memories remain
Soft skin white as ivory
Neck delicate so swan like
Alabaster breasts rose tipped
Memories remain
Our hearts join in harmony
Passions raise bodies held close
Loves fever rise, lips touch
Memories remain
Pleasures exquisite unfold
Mind, body, soul enraptured
Souls linked as two become one
Memories remain
Spent in loves delights we lay
Caresses gently exchanged
our lips touch in sweet union
Memories remain
complete dodoitsu string "memories" 13/02/2015
by Eve Roper |
Categories:
feelings, innocence, love,
Magnificent life
Wondrous feeling of babes love
Nestle between breasts
By eve roper 11/9/2014
by Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty |
Categories:
sad,
I wander about
like a fish out of water
in the surf blue sea
Me a traveler
in the congress of gray rocks
where carcajous howl
A vacant lot mind
wavered in the breeze empty
land soul never rests
Heart sighs seeks haven
warm breasts of the beloved
in my country home
I see the river
boatmen singing love ballad
flows out of water
Out of Water - Poetry Contest
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by Phillip Garcia |
Categories:
lost love, love, lust,
i have kissed beneath summer’s sweltering
fragrance your array of spackled decay
in lovely gardens; sweet roses weltering
plundered and plucked; an incidental lay
beneath your satin I have run my fingers,
trembled as famished breasts groped my
own; your mellow poetry still lingers
imperviously enriching - and when i try
to kiss another i feel your haunting roots
encroaching my tingled thighs and i shake
beleaguered by your lavender; heat shoots
through laboring reeds sprouted mistakes
pale panhandlers passionately proposed
then by your tender
i’m awaiting... (so you suppose)
4/8/17
by Alesia Leach |
Categories:
adventure, children, dream, fantasy, sleep,
Sleep, my love, sleep.
Rest your head on my breasts,
and place yourself into my keep.
Then, dream us on a mighty quest.
To a land where dragons exist--
where we run through mystical forests,
and chase unicorns through the mist.
Then float on pretty balloons, I promise.
Through the marsh we must flee,
toward evil knights guarding the keep--
where buried treasure waits for thee,
before we escape on murmuring seas.
Sleep, my love, sleep.
Close your eyes and spread your wings.
There is no reason for you to weep,
for in your dreams, you are king.
Alesia Leach © 5/2014
by Brian Strand |
Categories:
love, wife,
My love,
her hair,
sweet beauty,
garlands, crown;
My love,
her face,
ever true,
the fairest,found;
My love,
eyes,
deep pools,
silent semaphores;
My love, lips,
perfect petals,
welcome with a kiss;
My love,
her breasts,
soft blossoms,
pillow my desire;
My love,
her thighs,
passion's flower,
cushion my caress;
Her love
my love,
envelope ectasy,
endowed in love's embrace
by Stefania Carmen Misaila |
Categories:
devotion, love
Red, color of madness,
The way I feel about you.
Black, the scent of your hair,
Stroking against my breasts.
Pink, the lips of my lover,
Blushing toward the bush.
Creamy, the feel
Of your push.
Throbbing colors
I feel within.
Crimson, your face,
In orgasmic gaze,
White, the purity I have forever lost.
Hot, your arms content.
Cherry, my cheeks in bloom.
Green, your eyes so sleepy.
Steamy, your breath arising.
Rosy, my rounded chest,
Asking for your tresses...
Sleep, so darkish and dreamy,
After this sexual conflict,
On horizontal canvas.
© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila
by Brian Strand |
Categories:
love, places,
to awake
and then to dwell,
pillowed on your breasts,
there to pause awhile..
draped in tenderness..
muffled in love's caress!
wake/dwell/pillow/pause/draped/muffled
by Red Omara |
Categories:
love,
How should I know when I have found you?
Will something be hidden there
within your eyes
or in the way your lips part beneath my tongue
to share our mouths
or could it be in your breath that quivers in my chest
or where your breasts end to harden in my kiss
where your belly rises
or where it falls
to that moist and fragrant warmth between your thighs
When we as one begin,
or end.
And if I find you,
will you love me?
by Crystol Woods |
Categories:
body, funny, humor,
My thighs and buttocks have dimples…
So I'm grateful they have so much to smile about! As my stretch marks, or laugh lines rather, can attest.
You must forgive my breasts…they've been upbeat and perky for many years and they deserve a rest.
My calves have a sense of fun! Bored with the same tan color, they've decided to decorate with streamers of purple and blue.
Not to be outdone, my arms have joined the fun, waving with enthusiasm whenever my hands do!
A life well lived and full of joy, of laughter, love, and humor. So now you'll know, if you hear I've “let myself go”, that it is just a rumor.
by Sajdah Al-Riyami |
Categories:
teen
When i sat
With "That -Boy-"
He would stand
Looking,and-say-:
"I love you,girl
With your pretty curls-done-
And that booty shaking
Moves,clashing to your moody-times-
It like heaven!"
He even-said-
"To sit and know
That "wow"-you!-
Your just so-
So booty,so -shaking-"
And that all he'd say
That i was,in a way,-hott-
But dude,those days
Are anyways-past-
Hes gone along now,no more
Of all those-BootyCalls-
Because Boy,Im no meat
Im not Heated-up-
Chicken Breasts
So stop staring at my chest-Creep!-
by Don Johnson |
Categories:
adventure,
Meditation exists,
my love the unkist
waits in the rooms candle gleam,
no stranger, a sweet comely miss,
love lost, once, before and between,
and a cuddle i stole,
behind the door of the green,
where willingly met,
by the candle lit scene,
i nuzzled tween breasts,
the nipples erect,
and happy i was there,
in between,
your nighty was white,
see through it i might,
permission i'm asking ,
in fever an steam :)
right there in the midst of my dream:)
Don Johnson ..........meditation rocks
by Tera Brown |
Categories:
sensual, , sweet love,
The first touch,
Soft gentle hands,
Those smooth lips,
Slowlying gliding against my glands,
Tips of the fingers,
Caressing my sides,
Hot romantic thoughts,
That begin to race, slide up,
From ankles to thighs,
Kissing that sweet spot,
As I close my eyes,
From thighs to breasts,
Kissing every inch up,
Stopping at the center,
To give them a bit of a suck,
Caressing them tenderly,
While massaging the rest,
Just for your body to feel,
As if your in thin air,
Steam and sweat,
Mixing as one,
Just that you will do anything,
And everything,
For that special someone...
by Janis Medders Tobechi |
Categories:
memory, old,
Haunted
Haunted by the way life used to be
we hold to hopes that beat within our breasts
and chase the ghosts of fading memory
to catch a glimpse of time
when youth and love, sublime
together made us have the very best.
Attracted by the places we once knew,
we stare through clouded images to yesterday
and see that what remains of then is through.
With each look we move on
to horizons’ coming dawn,
with plans to fill each moment up in everyway.
4/1/18
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by James Fraser |
Categories:
love, passion
Captured and chained
A cellar, my home
Neck manacle
Hands free to roam
As she sits astride
Taking me in
Deepening feeling
Flesh to skin
In throws of thrust
She gorges my love
In this darkened room
Freedom above
Her spasmodic scream
Orgasmic outs
Her breasts excited
In pert like pout
My standing feeling
Signals release
Internal fountain
Love hungry feast
Our bodies mellow
As we wilt, unite
Passion conquers
The thrill
Tonight
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by Chelsea Zayas |
Categories:
beautiful, desire, love, sexy, , sweet love,
When you're on my mind,
When you're in my thoughts,
I feel a stream of pleasure.
A yearning,
This wonderful desire for you.
I crave your sweet body,
Your soft lips kissing me,
Caressing my body.
I desire your love,
I desire you sexiness.
I want to feel your touch,
When you touch my breasts,
And hold me tightly,
Close against your chest.
Fulfill my desires,
Ease my craving.
Pleasure me
And consume me!
My sweet love,
My sexy beast,
I desire you...
by Justin Bordner |
Categories:
angel, beauty, caregiving, love, passion,
From you I do not hide
the fragile, feral man inside,
in your grace I do confide
crown and pride I put aside,
For in your breath love is true
upon your breasts my eyes burn blue,
a face pure as youth I see in you
in our kiss the divine comes through,
I take you with me through the day
into the wild and amongst the fray,
within my heart you will stay
you are my strength all the way...
J.A.B.
by Jack Jordan |
Categories:
love, romantic,
Haiku 100
by warm candlelight
a strand of pearls gently falls
across her bare breasts
by Ken Carroll |
Categories:
beauty, desire, love,
She prefers to love
hours after midnight
the scent of her perfume
makes the night bloom
Southern accent and sweet breath
teases my naked skin
she tastes salty and tangy
like the waters of the sea
We meet in the secret world
of smooth warm fleshy thighs
I love the way her fingers
leaves furrows in my hair
SInging the sweet night song
we float softly in the moonlight
feeling such a tender release
lost in the clouds and rain
I suckle dark lovely breasts
acting like a greedy child
we are opposites drawn together
moths drawn to the flame of love...
by John Fenn |
Categories:
love, me, me,
Her wine glass breasts compact and neat
Her buttocks firm, her tiny feet
Those legs that go up all the way
The lips that kiss me every day
Those arms that squeeze me through the night
And hold me close with all their might
That sassy smile and cheeky grin
That lets me know my luck is in
But sadly all’s not as it seems
This only happens in my dreams
by Jack Jordan |
Categories:
emotions, passion,
Pink Shine
the wind
a sometimes lover
singing
sensual
emotions
risky passions
soft
romantic
urges
sometimes
fleshly
languages
urges of bodies
put talk aside
angel
angel
pink shine
eyebrows slightly raised
she can play
his right hand
bare breasts
slight pressure
here is the man
her lover
see white
his favorites
my favorite
over
bed stains
scenes of love
forget about time
I'll shelter you:
the language of flowers
singing games
emotions
imagination
my body sings
For Charlotte's collage contest...
by Robert Pettit |
Categories:
beauty, women,
With this woman, I want to be chummy,
even if she has a larger than average tummy.
She is quite a beauty before my eyes.
All of her charms are in extra-large size.
I love those stretch marks on her hips and thighs.
Taking me in her arms is what I fantasize.
This doll has two large breasts and a big round rump.
I don't care at all that she is a bit too plump.
Even though this woman consumes too many calories,
she has got all the tools that more than please.
by Messoh Vincent |
Categories:
angel,
The love
That I feel
Can never sleep.
Anxiety that kills me
With warmth.
Loved
I've missed
Terror briddled
Set to gallop
My heart.
Deaf
Silence...
Words spoken
For heart that's set
Ablaze
Gripped
Red rose...
Breasts to hug
With zeal breast bored
In rose!!!
Craze
That I yield
Can't just end.
Anxiety that kills me
In pain.