by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
love, nature, summer,
Oh, summer sun, all winter I have missed
your stale hot breath upon my upturned face;
your tongue that seers my flesh as I unlace
the strings on my bikini. I am kissed
by sultry lips that burn. I can’t resist!
I bask in light of day, and I embrace
Your penetrating rays that find each space
of skin exposed. I wait and plan my tryst.
And when you come, I’ll reverence you once more,
supine, as you would have me, to receive
your torrid touch as token of your lust.
In June we’ll meet as always by the lake shore.
I should not go. So well you can deceive.
Some lovers you have killed! Yet still I trust. . .
for Brian Strand's Your Choice,Any Form,Any Theme Poetry Contest
by Ken Carroll |
Categories:
beauty, celebration, desire, love,
Without her love
I am
supine and catatonic
resting energy
E=mc2
squared
Mantra of melanin
black and white
we blend together
The consequence
of making love
is Olympism
Proverbial softness
sensibility and discernment
our internal systems burn
when I kiss her dark skin
Force of body
strength of reason
together we balance
When we unite
we are
perpetual
a complete
human being
an erotic
explosion of light...
by Ngoc Nguyen |
Categories:
body, candy, for her, love, lust, passion, sensual,
A cunning linguist is my Romeo,
whose tongue has tasted ev’ry inch of me
ravenously from head to toe and—Oh!
in between—that I’m wet with ecstasy!
With lips on breasts, he kisses my firm nipples
first, then bites and nibbles on them like candy;
now wet with excitement, my genitals
beg for the strokes of his tongue to eat me.
Supine, I spread wide for him as his hands
prime my vagina—first the labials—
then my fluttering vulva—which expands
like a bloom for all of my man’s essentials.
Then, his lusty tongue slays my ********!—
so I then beg for the **** of my Horace.
by Kimberly Heller |
Categories:
dream, feelings, happy, love, nature, romance, summer, true love,
Sweet summer set amid moonlight
rest young poised perfection.
Lying supine among stars
questioning inquisition.
Endless night let not be dawn
Thou hast dreamt this far too long.
March 13, 2016
by Victor Buhagiar |
Categories:
lost love,
I lay on the dry silken grass.
Tall thin reeds hide the sun,
but not the deep blue sky.
I watch the woollen clouds
chasing each other,
feel the soothing breeze,
listen to where the waters meet.
The river flows, a soothing strain,
sonority unrestrained.
Lethargy grips my soul.
I am loathe to move,
I lay supine, quiescent
like a stick in the mud.
Forget the week's travails.
Little did I dream that
just round the bend
you too were resting all alone.
We could have met,
and lay together, hearts entwined.
Would you have crowned my bliss?
Where you really there?
At last I wake and walk around the bend,
only to find that you were gone.
by Red Fiery |
Categories:
emotions, love, romance,
~I gently Sigh ~
With half-closed eyes I lie supine,
relishing the feel of soft green grass
against my cool warm skin;
the wind comes whispering
through the rustling swaying corn
caressing my body with arousing touch.
I yield...to his subtle sensual words...
he reads my thoughts...he knows me well;
I yield...as my nimble fingers stray
to trace my parted lips...I gently sigh.
With intense eyes, he inundates my soul
my body begs for his gratifying touch
molten desires are ready to be released
his naked Love breathes with sensuality
I shiver with the elation of intimacy;
he leaves a MARK on my heart...
The wind whispers and...I gently sigh.
by Charles Henderson |
Categories:
love,
I love you he said as he lay supine abed.
Through veiled tears masked by a smile,
she glowed comely, masking fear and dread,
kissing weathered cheeks, gently,
her wares availed
and duly spread.
A gift of love to offer only one.
All pangs of fear now fled,
the child bride smiling all the while.
A woman now, resplendent dwells instead.
Taking charge of things anon,
she quickly whisks the room.
Baking yeast bread;
akimbo, she smiles….. “Clan Gunn” !
by Anonomus Scorpio |
Categories:
beautiful, care, cute love, february, girlfriend, love, women,
With absolute willingness, my thoughts have been rewired
By turning into each other, I found everything in you that I've required
The voice you possess so incredibly unique in this earthly choir
I'm more than just curious about all the other feelings you will inspire
Never again will you be alone, floating on this blue orb in a black sea like an island
Like a crow seeing something glimmering, your happiness, my only command
Wasn't lost, but I certainly found myself in your blue eyes
Supine, staring at white moons, replicating cool and cloudless February Skies
by Sanket Jain |
Categories:
daughter,
Sanmati, my angel, has decorated jawline.
Aside puts cold anger and does repine
Negative things in her life, but always supine
Merry things about the wide world divine.
Against me or her things she despise saline.
Tough tenderness she got for me in palatine,
Ignoring angry love or a speck on her tine
Jot down related things like family of feline.
Almighty may support her in future design
Illustrating Triumph and Failure, outshine
Nebo by her sweet behavior saccharine.
by Ts Poetry |
Categories:
love,
Adventures in paradise,
Upon hillsides paved in stone
mysterious moments lie
freed from pretense
and the heckle of the bird
skinny dipping in the sea
making love
naked
in, a wave of you
out, a rush of me
caffè per due
hands grasping hands
hearts singing in the key of b
playing more than a part
sipping a little after three
beauty emerging,
it's all these blues can breathe
sparkles shimmering
a night's dream
holding tight in the supine
a million stars
a trail of lights
leading to home
not too far off in the distance
the fires burn
eyes water
sheding off barriers
fading into the sea
by David Kavanagh |
Categories:
allegory, confusion, humor,
Highs and lows
no Goldilocks zone
Supine, prone
Window open, closed
Too warm, a tad cold
Lows, more highs
trepidation,
Top on, top off
Wow aroused
what the hell!
I’ve just been there,
back in heaven
not for long, it’s gone
so is my pillow
Awake! oh for the love of…
what a night
Stupid late Pizza!
By
David Kavanagh
by Dave Timperley |
Categories:
home, winter,
Days are short and nights are long,
We no longer sing the summer song.
As the nights draw in, log fires burning,,
Going out at night has lost it's yearning.
At home we can enjoy our meal,
Cooked in love, it has its appeal.
Both now sated, a glass of wine,
In front of the fire we rest supine.
The coldness of night,the warmth of day,
It is winter here and, each in its own way,
Is a Cyprus Delight.
© Dave Timperley 16/11/2018
by Andy Sprouse |
Categories:
depression, love, sad, endurance,
Hours I spend, alone
lying supine in my bed.
Her absence, the worst thing I've known;
and the cause of these tears I shed.
She appears to need her space -
this I give of my own accord.
But the thing which I cannot face,
is to be truly ignored.
Yet I dare not go back,
upon my word and my assurance;
conviction is not what I lack -
simply emotional endurance.
And so I let no one see
my heart and my distress -
oh, won't you please come back to me,
my lovely, wandering Jess?
by Jayne Eggins |
Categories:
introspection, love
You never saw
as nacre fibers
wove round my heart
the weight of your eye
had fallen to me
you never heard
the symphony,
as celestial bodies gasped
your wings had opened
and slid
against my soul
I had never felt
the smallest measure
of serenity
supine in your grace
tranquility,washed through me
you smelt of fresh baked bread
and now after tasting
your talismanic heights
excited beyond all measure
we fall from grace
within the arc of heaven
an angel sobs of loss,
as tears,
form in the firmament
and I can now,
weep of peace
by Jude Herrick |
Categories:
friend, heart, love,
"Seventeen is the Lucky N
Love is veneration without constraint.
Incidental canvas mixing the paint.
Empath Aura, Lamenting Aurora.
Idyllic strength in Weakness blown restraint.
Seven wings lifted in your salvation.
Under pillow weeping willow- supine.
Ten Carnal winds, gusts through oblation-mine.
07/09/2019
Jude Fernando Herrick
( MrFernando )
by Janis Thompson |
Categories:
longing, love,
My Darling
My darling, ten months does not a year make
as I lie supine, lamenting love’s fate,
my feelings of weakness as an empath
your strong aura--no incidental laugh.
Darling, veneration is growing cold
but not my idyllic love for you so
meet in the park by the weeping willow.
7/8/19
Theme #5 My Darling
17 is the Lucky Number - Rhyme Poetry Contest
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