Sensual metaphors

I don't know if this counts, but I always got a little warm when I listen to one line in "Joker" by the Steve Miller band. "I really love your peaches, wanna shake your tree". If that isn't a sexual line, I have no idea what to make of it.
 
I don't know if this counts, but I always got a little warm when I listen to one line in "Joker" by the Steve Miller band. "I really love your peaches, wanna shake your tree". If that isn't a sexual line, I have no idea what to make of it.


classic (~_*)
 
shaken not stirred

I don't know if this counts, but I always got a little warm when I listen to one line in "Joker" by the Steve Miller band. "I really love your peaches, wanna shake your tree". If that isn't a sexual line, I have no idea what to make of it.

fruited flutters
sweet juicy
jolts of joy
 
skinned

somethings
are sunset written
signs shining pen laser
with desire
moon mushy
I kiss its whispers
listening
light lathered
evening_howl-1024x768-thief.jpg
 
I like...

to kiss a moons whispers


(deep)
embracing moon beams
grappling pillow talk
kissing a moons whisper
 
apperception achieved

testing truth
pushing past perception
beacons and ballads
like an animated aurora
grabbed my glimmer
I was florid flushed
temporal riven
my fantasy unfastened
virtual-reality-you-can-feel.png
 
testing truth
pushing past perception
beacons and ballads
like an animated aurora
grabbed my glimmer
I was florid flushed
temporal riven
my fantasy unfastened
virtual-reality-you-can-feel.png

Illusions
the grand iris ballet
toys of the mind
where dreams are hatched
 
between

roses of scarlett
pricks and blues
sing me something
in yellow hues....
bowls in gold
fishing bling
watch a clone bird
swing
fish-bowl-wedding.jpg
 
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house fenced

too many maybe possibilities
shoulda connected
my man cave invitations
taken was
fears of
a life time
sentenced
why I bolted
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roses of scarlett
pricks and blues
sing me something
in yellow hues....
bowls in gold
fishing bling
watch a clone bird
swing
fish-bowl-wedding.jpg



candles lit
one by one
like tiny solders, ready
to do --- their duty. a standing

protocol
a standing, date. a rush
to claim
gold-mine, like
fishbowl
swirls
I want it, I want
him, coloring my currents
swirling beneath my ocean
of desire, of destinies

delimia, of here
now, Mr. MY MAN,
for now, that is.
A reason, for the season, a reason
for why and what
for's? I claim this desolate

beach
I claim this time
I want
I need
for a better life, a better
love

a love but not
just any love. I swim
these currents, wishing
upon wish
that the fish I
claim shall be the one I

have been dropping
line, after line for. He simply must
be
the flick to my flame
the worm
to my hook
the bowl
unto which I swim in
day
after day ....



..............
 
candles lit
one by one
like tiny solders, ready
to do --- their duty. a standing

protocol
a standing, date. a rush
to claim
gold-mine, like
fishbowl
swirls
I want it, I want
him, coloring my currents
swirling beneath my ocean
of desire, of destinies

delimia, of here
now, Mr. MY MAN,
for now, that is.
A reason, for the season, a reason
for why and what
for's? I claim this desolate

beach
I claim this time
I want
I need
for a better life, a better
love

a love but not
just any love. I swim
these currents, wishing
upon wish
that the fish I
claim shall be the one I

have been dropping
line, after line for. He simply must
be
the flick to my flame
the worm
to my hook
the bowl
unto which I swim in
day
after day ....



..............

alright, I'm certifiable
I got this...

toy soldiers
on the bath tub rim
jump in men
and get to work
(grin)
dims the candles glow
 
when the soul summersaults
limbless acrobats
to tightly grip a strangle hold
upon reasoning

second guessing
previous maneuvers
kicking yourself in the butt
while in a head lock

wrenching situations
that blink by a black eye
neuron knuckles clinched
on the grey matter mat

grasping a counter balance
understanding your opponent
hoping to win
while wrestling thoughts
 
the winds of change
blow me away

cloud dancing


whispers of fluff
take me away

a willow tree,
hammock
hung. heady

sensations, silently
march
masquerading
as butterflies

lined wing
to wing. pure bliss
as colors fill my
eyes. swing

swing
a slow side to side
motion, carries
me up

blue sky
beckons. browsing
through memories
scattered about.

drift

drift

away ~




:rose:


just a bounce, working on
sensations, thoughts

Happy to see you all here and loving
the writes

:rose:
 
radar

who are they that....
what our profile
easy ego
filed
we say
I want
I need
we
feed
an empty enemy
perfect pictured
framed
who's who
we trust
an absent approval
twitter
facebook
fifth column
fucked


* am Phobos....aka Steve Alten....read the book...
 
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who are they that....
what our profile
easy ego
filed
we say
I want
I need
we
feed
an empty enemy
perfect pictured
framed
who's who
we trust
an absent approval
twitter
facebook
fifth column
fucked


* am Phobos....aka Steve Alten....read the book...

Forbidden fruits make many jams.
 
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