My Verse and Rhyme

[weed]

Forgive my indulgence if I abuse this forum a bit.

My member log-in doesn't work and I haven't been able to submit anything in quite a while. I've tried to fix it with help to no avail.

And I do so love to submit.

So I'll post my words here.

I'm not looking for feedback necessarily.

Just an outlet. A place to purge, if you will.

 

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Poetry


It aches
It breaks inside of me
It goes ever so slowly
Never leaving completely
With nowhere to go
Where it's meant to be
The burden of a heart
So soft and sweet
Yet torn apart
With love and need
Is shed with words and rhyme
To release that part of me
If only
For a short time

 

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Puppet Project

Puppet of seduction
Hips swinging
to hands fingering
life's little strings

Leading the loved one
to mastering the bait
or merely the puppeteers toy
annoyingly reined

 

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Sea Swells


Moon lover come to me
Don't tease me with your trail
glittering on my water's crests

Caress me with falling stars
and the glow of lunar fullness
and leave me without a mar

See yourself in me
See me from afar
Dark spread under you

With you I find my way
to my ocean's edges
away from the glaring day

Alas, you always leave me
dancing with the sun, the wind and the clouds
until the next moonlit eve

 

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songdance


dancing for myself
arched and rocked against
the music in the air
I know will always be there
surrounding me
listening to my song
while it sings its own
harmonized as one
spent when it's done
knowing how you feel
I do
dry my tears for you
while I'm singing
swinging to the beat
of tunes lost in the night
my baby's arms
sliding across mine
parting in the night
knowing another time
when the wind blows
cold from the north
time may never again be right
wind blowing
kisses away from me
swaying in the breeze
salt dry tears on my face
smiling at the night

 

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hunger


arching up with my heart to meet
your look your touch your heat
I close my eyes feel your hands
savoring the luscious thoughts
of such that makes me complete

the touch before the touch
one that is so much less than too much
it tenses it opens it flushes your skin
cajoling thoughts of much deeper desire
for passions that leave tender lips crushed

 

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the sweet escape

climbing
to my pillow
a cloud of dreams
in my bed
a journey slow
to a place
outside my head
where touch is free
and freedoms run rampantly

climbing
gets there
a moment in a day
when peace and passion
find their weary stay
nested like spoons
a tender fit
while they catch their breath
from their little deaths

 

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the silent meeting

cherry red wooden bar
red velvet covered seats
on sassy brass pedestals
a/c chill on perky teats
under smooth white silk
rose flushed warm cheeks
at the meeting of eyes
from staring to peeps
until knowing grins
across their faces creep
bodies shifting subtle
sides of the legs meet
sliding side by side
til all thighs scissor neat
gleaming face to beaming face
smiles now sensual feast
as thick but nimble fingertips
spread a fine line of heat
alarming and charming her skin
scents stronger with proximity
musk and rose mingle
as eyes lust-lock without speech

 

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The Melted Heart


Caressed and pleased
and wet in a place
where it can be free
from the limits of grace
and fear and face
The melted heart drips
with the honey of passion unflasked
loosed with its sticky grip
it pulls passion back
with legs wrapped around you without slack
The heat of hormonal beeswax
as it splatters on your chest
may burn for a moment as it attacks
but you're really blessed
to share in what's been vested
Enjoy the melted heart
the wine red pump of love
pulses and glows
sending warmth to that cold above
and wetting the swelling below
Take it for what it is
soft and fluid with emotion
yet stronger than just a Bundle of His
it beats a life on its own
whether melted or cast in stone

 

[Angeline]

Welcome Back

to the poetry board, Weed! I always enjoyed seeing your poems here, and I'm loving the ones you're posting in this thread. Thanks for sharing them.

 

[weed]

Re: Welcome Back

to the poetry board, Weed! I always enjoyed seeing your poems here, and I'm loving the ones you're posting in this thread. Thanks for sharing them.

Why, thanks so much, Angeline.

I do enjoy writing them and it's good for me but it's even nicer to know that someone else enjoys them as well.

I'll try to browse around here a bit more. I know there are quite a few inspiring poets that hang out here.

 

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The No-Hitter

Three strokes
He's out
When up again at bat
He shows he just doesn't know
Where the ball is at

No joke
Go pout
But first I'll take his hand
Then he'll know the run
This game's winner demands

 

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Whispered Wishes

Let me lean in close to you, my dear
I'd like the sweetness of my scent to be clear
and my laced breasts cupped for you to leer
As I whisper my sultry urges in you ear

Don't worry. I won't touch
Well, not too much
Until the time is such
It drives us both to lust

No, I want to tell you my deepest wishes
mmm ... deep, deep, and delicious
Delivered as a deliberate exhibitionist
And sweetened with amorous kisses

Let me tell you how my hunger can be fed
The many ways my wants can be met
The many plays your seed could beget
All a-swirl in the kaleidoscope in my head

I want to tell you and I want to be told
I want to be a lady and I want you to be bold
I want to have no restraint other than you in control
I want to be taken. It's the call of my soul.

It could be with me standing before you
Or stretched out on the bed in my glory
For you to command I touch myself for you
Or even kneeling on my knees to sassily adore you

But anywhere, really, it would be our show
If it seems like a lot to ask, it isn't so
You see, it's all about the gift of letting go
And to know the things I know I can know

 

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Squirmability


Is this a likable trait?
Would it turn a man on
To lay over the tender body of his mate?
The warmth of his chest
Pressed down on the flesh of her breasts
His arms at her sides
Her legs hugging his thighs
All nestled in perfect fit
Where his organ can easily slip
Just where a patient man knows
He will drive her by being so slow?

Is it a please?
When he gives her such a tease
She arches and lifts her hips
Moving from side to side with little twists
Striving to mate that meeting stronger
Not wanting to wait any longer
Yet relishing the skin she moves against with her writhing
From head to toe wanting, made waiting, while smiling?

Tell me it's so for the man!
He enjoys that upper hand
That results in the murmuring mobility
Of her soft feminine squirmability?

 

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The Wild Rose

A flower known for love
lusciously unfolds
for her fortunate viewer
with a heart of gold
and beauty to uphold

Her velvet petalled halo
alludes to purity
yet her seductive scent
sends prudity
on its way to obscurity

Wild, wild rose
and her flamboyant shows
fear her not bruised and torn
nor the prick of her thorn
she's rooted with power
and perennially stubborn

Yes, she's tender and open
and bends with mystique
but the wind dance
is strong, not weak
is proud, and denies being meek

Her secrets are subtle
yet her whispers quite heard
colored in flame
intended to lure
with ego to demand she's preferred

Wild, wild rose
and her earth rooted toes
she's a gift often given
by those who are heart driven
to enjoy their love
and the sweetest of living




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It's when the day turns to night
the power of the heart less given
throbs and beats with blood born heat
by the soul that is driven

The night is the blanket of comfort
that mixes solace with a void
empty but full for nobody's fool
yet yearning to be enjoyed

The day will always come again
to glow with glaring light and heat
and a desire that never tires
for something brutal yet so sweet

Fear not the empty night
that rubs against your heart
nor the day with its inevitable way
each has truth and joy to impart

 

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The Kiss


Nonverbal communication at its best
accented by eyes flashed
with inner luminescense and zest
punctuated by teasing smiles
and flirtatious jest
It reaches inside
for its wet caress
and tickles the lips
of the lucky and blessed
The most eloquent kissers
leave the kissed without a guess
talking plainly of caring
and even more of a lovefest
with the nibbling of lips
and a tongue with a quest
'Til the molding of bodies
and the pressing of breasts
exclamate with subtle reply
a submission professed
and a desire for more
than simple oration to be addressed