by April Mitchell |
Categories:
love, romance,
how do i make you feel
how i kiss you on your neck
how do i make you feel
out of my presence are you a wreck
how do i make you feel
when i nibble on your ear
how do i make you feel
when i enter into your atmosphere
how do i make you feel
when i run my fingers down your chest
how do i make you feel
when you lay your head on my breast
how do i make you feel
when i massage your feet
how do i make you feel
cuddled does your heart skip a beat
how do i make you feel
i really really need to know
how do i make you feel
before my love continues to grow
by Arthur Vaso |
Categories:
angst, anxiety, art, friendship, humorous, imagery,
They love you
When you defend them
They run
When you need a helping hand
Real ones are there in total silence
Called the silent ones
To massage the pain
Inside
Of a wounded soul
They were there long ago
They are there now in the snow
Holding hands
Never letting go
Friends
Wiping tears
Striking fears
Praying for good cheer
Please me lord
Serve me one more beer
by David Byrne |
Categories:
love,
How can I tell you
In so convincing a way
That I am yours
I could tell your eyes with my lips
Your shoulders with my breath
Your tummy with my cheek
Your bosom with my embrace
I could whisper in your ear
Massage your feet
Sponge warm water on your back
Stroke my fingers along your contours
I could listen to you without saying anything
And love you
Yes I am yours my lovely
May 5th ‘15
by Jan Allison |
Categories:
love, mother daughter,
Memories from the past
come flooding back
Mum's bright sparrow like eyes sparkle
as we sit side by side on her bed
reminiscing
laughing
Her arms are like wizened twigs
parchment like skin
almost translucent
yields to my touch
I gently massage cream onto her hands
as she drinks in the sweet scent of lavender
Mum puts her tiny hand on mine
‘You’re my life’ she whispers
A stray teardrop
trickles from my eye
I’m her life...
she’s my world
(written with tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat)
Submitted to Mother Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance la France
Friday 21st September 2018
by Angeline Haikutwinkle |
Categories:
desire, dream, fantasy, imagination, love,
arms around you
in the shower
I trace and kiss the scars
on your wounded soul
you have survived and healed
uncountable times
I gently press and massage
the ancient drawings on your skin
my love will flow through my fingers
searching for your soft spots
water and soap trickling down
cleansing away the darkness in your past
loving embrace caressing each other
exploring trust in each endeavour
peace entering our spiritual bliss
by Keith Bickerstaffe |
Categories:
write,
I look you up and look you over,
better days have left you far behind,
you're older, but to me you're still appealing,
yet you draw comments that are less than kind.
You're neglected, not consulted,
when an answer is required,
hidden now behind the others,
avoided, disregarded, mired.
I massage your spine with oil and friction,
restoring your luster to cherish and keep,
remembering when you were readily handled,
sought after, popular, top of the heap.
I'm so busy these days with my key restorations,
I scarcely have time, and I don't have a say,
so you'll have to hold on for my deft ministrations,
a labor of love, postponed for a better day.
by Christine A Kysely |
Categories:
love, passion
Trace circles around my orchid
Massage its flower to full bloom
Spread its swollen petals
Let its aroma fill the room
Thrust your river within me
Fill me awash with your tides
Lost in its own reverie
Oceans don't subside
Plant your seeds within me
As stars number the skies
Seek my inner depths
Where passion surely lies
(May 6th, Wausau, Wisconsin USA)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
by David Aaron |
Categories:
friendship, hurt, life, love, recovery from, sexy, wife,
I massage your toes
When pain grows unbearable
let fractured bones knit.
by Earle Brown |
Categories:
love
She lies breathless on the kitchen table,
as I prepare to perform my passion.
first, I marinated her breasts
in a fusion of lime juice and coconut oil,
then massage them gently with tamarind cream.
Her soft flesh felt like silly putty in my hands.
She was on heat in a minute or so.
One half hour works,
now she is stir up and moist
Her thighs were beautifully browned.
I varnished them with a feather dipped in honey.
I taste her,
She melts inside my mouth.
I dampened the flame.
The wine is on ice,
the table is spread.
I can’t wait for her to come!
Twas the first time
I’ve cooked for my love.
by Emile Pinet |
Categories:
beautiful, cute love, fantasy, feelings, sweet,
On a moonlit rendezvous,
feelings merge and interlace.
And like a creamy toffee,
sweethearts meld as they embrace.
Love garners sweet candied dreams
from reality's mirage.
And hungry, compliant lips,
share a gummy bear massage.
Sweet, sugar-coated wishes
morph into chocolate hearts.
And make peppermint kisses,
scrumptious as honey-dipped tarts.
A confectionery treat,
love is something you treasure.
For its indulgence brings such
extraordinary pleasure.
by James Fraser |
Categories:
body, desire, love, people, relationship, sensual,
Showered, pores open
Soft lighting awaits her lay
Jasmine candles glow
Tanned torso soon to glisten
Naked I, massage employed
.
by Emile Pinet |
Categories:
destiny, emotions, feelings, love,
Like an intimate massage,
our lips embrace in a kiss.
And in that perfect moment,
two hearts experience bliss.
Love grows exponentially,
getting stronger with each day.
For once rooted in my soul,
nothing can take it away.
At the birth of our daughter,
my heart nearly burst with pride.
For your tears of happiness
touched me, and I cried inside.
A broken remnant of war,
I'm more manikin than man.
But love rallies around me,
and I do the best I can.
Behind a bastion of hope,
my spirit's undefeated.
And yet, deep in my being,
I can't help but feel cheated.
(Quatrain)
11/12/2015
by Wendell Brown |
Categories:
beauty, first love, happiness, love,
Effortlessly you entered into my world
Filling my life with your precious love
Lovingly you massage my heart deeply
As you become all I will ever dream of
Simple phrases are spoken together
With never a hidden agenda it seems
And one can notice within your smile
You are the love light of my dreams
I will follow you anywhere in this world
Yes, whatever it takes you know I’ll do
After all our shared moments together
I will never ever have enough of you
So I appreciate every minute with you
Within the embrace of those lovely eyes
And besides God only you can share me
In the beginning love promise of our lives.
by Glenn Sentes |
Categories:
love, mother, me, love, me, i love you,
A sword of ice stabbed my chest
My nails blackened, my nose bled.
They’re chasing me, wanting to devour my wholeness.
Until a gentle arm pulled me up.
Mama!
Then I felt heaven.
Her face, her eyes, her smile, her breath.
Everything of her is a therapy—
Fragrance of roses, soothing massage, beautiful music.
Mama, let me hug you so tight so that the coldness wouldn’t come back.
Mama, let me kiss you so that heavens would stay.
Mama, hear my wounded heart saying I love you.
Mama, I love you more than very much.
(An entrant into a Regional Press Conference back in college days. Adjudged 2nd Place.)
by Keith Bickerstaffe |
Categories:
metaphor, tribute,
I look you up and look you over,
better days have left you far behind,
you're older, but to me you're still appealing,
yet you draw comments that are less than kind.
You're neglected, not consulted,
when an answer is required,
hidden now behind the others,
avoided, disregarded, mired.
I massage your spine with oil and friction,
restoring your luster to cherish and keep,
remembering when you were readily handled,
sought after, popular, top of the heap.
I'm so busy these days with my key restorations,
I scarcely have time, and I don't have a say,
so you'll have to wait for my deft ministrations,
a labor of love, postponed for a quieter day.
by Keith Bickerstaffe |
Categories:
books,
I look you up and look you over,
better days have left you far behind,
you're older, but to me you're still appealing,
yet you draw comments that are less than kind.
You're neglected, not consulted,
when an answer is required,
hidden now behind the others,
avoided, disregarded, mired.
I massage your spine with oil and friction,
restoring your luster to cherish and keep,
remembering when you were readily handled,
sought after, popular, top of the heap.
I'm so busy these days with my key restorations,
I scarcely have time, and I don't have a say,
so you'll have to hold on for my deft ministrations,
a labor of love, postponed for a better day.
by April Mitchell |
Categories:
love, romance,
I ask him often
What Do you think
What do you feel
When our bodies sync
What feelings do you get
When i stare in your eyes
When we are laying close
Do i make your heart rise
When i massage your neck
What do you feel
When i kiss your ear
Is your excitement hard to conceal
When i press against your chest
Do i ignite a volcano in you
When we make love
Does your love start anew
I ask this and wonder
Because this is how i feel
Every time your near me
My passion i can't conceal
It's like you bring out things
I never knew were there
And you've helped me
To realize that what we have is rare
by James Fraser |
Categories:
girlfriend-boyfriend, love, passion
My mind runs wild as my wish is addressed
Aromatic oils against my body she's blessed
Soft is her touch, heightens the desire in me
Sweet caress as she kisses me free
Aligned astride my shoulders released
Granting of sighs in surrendering feast
Erogenous zones allured in sensuous tease
Motions, her rhythm, as I sense her excite
Emitting groans of pleasure this delightful night
Manly senses ignite the fire in me
Inertial I am in positional degree
Sensuously we shadow against candlelit walls
Sharing of two as our loving enthrals
Yearnings are cried into each other we fall
by Arcene Janvier |
Categories:
caregiving, imagination, love, passion, visionary, rose,
Your reservation has been accepted...
Your itinerary is as follows:
Exec. Bridal suite, rose petal bed...
scented candles, champagne and rose petal bubble bath...
Jazz music...Glass sky-lined, open ceiling...
Room service upon request...
his & hers massage by request only...
Welcome aboard!!!
by Lim'Rik Flats |
Categories:
tribute,
Carney, Tightrope, A Song For You
plus so many more
Instrumentalist, singer, songwriter, mentor
Claude Russell Bridges — Leon Russell (1942-2016)
One of Oklahoma’s finest
One of America’s finest
His voice the perfect blend of annoying
nasal-rub, blues-massage, sandpaper over soul
and bleeding-emotion-on-steroids
As Hank Wilson he simply put an exclamation point
on “America’s music” — Country
Music to hate
Music to love
either way
music
indisputably raw
Tradition says, “Rest in Peace”
I say, “Blow their minds, wherever you are.”
by Robin Maughan |
Categories:
life, love, people
Pressure crushes inside him.
She breathes in love.
Exhales bitter.
Touch me inside, he insists.
Massage his aching aches.
His warmth whispers to her silky ears.
Sweet smiles touch her heart.
All his pieces lay in a pile.
Help him pick them up.
Arrangement of a not -so easy puzzle.
A picture perfect mess he has created.
Welcome to his disarray.
by Michael Todd |
Categories:
lovelove, me,
What can hands do:
they can help pick us up when we're down,
they can hurt us if we get angry or out of control,
they can hold us tight when we're tired and shaking.
My hands have always wanted to:
lift you up when life knocks you down,
touch you gently and often,
wipe away your tears
and stroke away your fears,
massage your aches and pains away.
Your hands are now:
caressing my cheek and neck,
rubbing my chest and back,
calming my worries about you,
showing me how much you care,
telling me about the reality of your love for me.
May your hands and mine keep on showing
just how much we love each other
for they are Loving Hands.
Oct 2010
by Ronjoy Brahma |
Categories:
love,
My eyes are like your eyes
In front of a sudden facing face,
I didn't remember me
The body of electricity in the water flow.
Smiling, laugh your lips
Reddish color, like the soft sun of the east
The spring was like the sky
I love your flowering face.
Bright waterfall like bhutan hills
In the heart of peace,
Birds tone from the opacity
Sweet echo was in the evening.
You and I in the road
Romance sprinkle, like spring
Mind and heart blowing the weather
Your and my body massage.
by Emile Pinet |
Categories:
10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 8th grade, 9th grade, imagery, love,
Love is a collage
Of dreams, unlike a mirage,
Vague, and yet precise...
Even sharing a massage
Done with love, gets enjoyed twice.
(TANKACROSTIC)
5/19/2021
TANKACROSTIC Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
by Reason A. Poteet |
Categories:
love, magic, time,
little things matter, especially
on ordinary days,
vacation from routine
every once-in-awhile love bits
like breakfast in bed
in other words, I don't have to cook
neat perks that take time not money,
evidences of thoughtfulness
such as cleaning the fish tank or
something simple like a foot massage
written 15 February 2016