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Sensual metaphors

RhymeFairy said:
Sometimes I get so absorbed in everyday
things. Like a sponge I gather near, partake
of the offering and slowly leak it out,
snail trails of what my life was, that day ...

:rolleyes:
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I use to make myself take a minute of every hour to think about where I am (such as facing north, south, east or west and at night center myself by the constalations <stars>) I getting busy and forget or just don't have time. It more or less came with the job, not knowing if I'd live through the day so it was my way of grasping every moment I could to ensure I was prepared to leave this world. Now, more often I do as you said and end my day with reflections of the days events.
 
My Erotic Trail said:
I use to make myself take a minute of every hour to think about where I am (such as facing north, south, east or west and at night center myself by the constalations <stars>) I getting busy and forget or just don't have time. It more or less came with the job, not knowing if I'd live through the day so it was my way of grasping every moment I could to ensure I was prepared to leave this world. Now, more often I do as you said and end my day with reflections of the days events.
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Your the best ~

:rose:
 
Finished from 10 or less thread..

Sensuality by Design

Betwixt twinkling
stars ,
eyes in
parallel reverie
stir
temporal minds
to curve and contour.

Visually aware,
man in multiplex
render reasons
for sensualities
touch.
 
bluerains said:
Sensuality by Design

Betwixt twinkling
stars ,
eyes in
parallel reverie
stir
temporal minds
to curve and contour.

Visually aware,
man in multiplex
render reasons
for sensualities
touch.
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they feel
in order
to fill
the soul
and satisfy
their hunger
 
ok now you've done it...

My Erotic Trail said:
they feel
in order
to fill
the soul
and satisfy
their hunger
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You always have a way of making me add a line or two... ;) hows that...btw...chek out the tunes on my bottom link ...about the war...sounds like the music of the 70's
they are a new up and coming band...I like them...PC..sent me the link..nice..

Betwixt twinkling
stars ,
eyes in
parallel reverie
stir
temporal minds
to curve and contour.

Visually aware,
man in multiplex
render reasons
for sensualities
touch.

Closed lids lost
in soft scented strokes
of Cleary Sage .
Beauty not found
by the eye
but, movement
of her vibes,
sway of her hips,
fullness of her breasts
finding his secret
vulnerabilities
driving him to Love...
 
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Stroke my ego
massage my mind
tell me what you find

you know what makes me tick
how to play tricks
to pull me out

deep in the recesses
running through the crevices
you erode my resistance

your persistance pays off
as I respond to hard from soft
urged by your insistance

such a man I am
without laying a hand
anywhere near me
 
tungtied2u said:
Stroke my ego
massage my mind
tell me what you find

you know what makes me tick
how to play tricks
to pull me out

deep in the recesses
running through the crevices
you erode my resistance

your persistance pays off
as I respond to hard from soft
urged by your insistance

such a man I am
without laying a hand
anywhere near me
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like a broken sparrow
wounded wings weep
I am the wind
 
The Dance Puppet

Waves woven from motley threads,
dreaming though harps of lonely;
pause upon cupid’s bow,
embracing each string 'til the shaft
snaps its arrow.
arrowlove.jpg
 
RhymeFairy said:
this poem made me think of this thread ~


Summer Sun

Great is the sun, and wide he goes
Through empty heaven with repose;
And in the blue and glowing days
More thick than rain he showers his rays.

Though closer still the blinds we pull
To keep the shady parlour cool,
Yet he will find a chink or two
To slip his golden fingers through.

The dusty attic spider-clad
He, through the keyhole, maketh glad;
And through the broken edge of tiles
Into the laddered hay-loft smiles.

Meantime his golden face around
He bares to all the garden ground,
And sheds a warm and glittering look
Among the ivy's inmost nook.

Above the hills, along the blue,
Round the bright air with footing true,
To please the child, to paint the rose,
The gardener of the World, he goes.


~~ Robert Louis Stevenson
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Wow, melting... thanks for sharing that. Its perfect.
 
(taking a try at this)

slipping sweet and slow
into the mush between toes

oozing over cremed
and sobered

she sinks delicious
melting his pose

ah, crackling smacks
pleasing puckered

watching smoldered
eyes aching and folded

(that's not right - will try again later)
 
wasp stinging slap
burning bubbles prickled
wrenching caresses
flowing in tickles

lilting stems whisper
beckoning buzzers
petals plucked
revealing poised
sweet centers

sucking the nectar
rubbing it tender
yellow bellies collide
natural surrender
 
sensual is relative to who is doing and who is needing...push pull in a different place of thought...I see your viewpoint some... :)

HotKittySpank said:
wasp stinging slap
burning bubbles prickled
wrenching caresses
flowing in tickles

lilting stems whisper
beckoning buzzers
petals plucked
revealing poised
sweet centers

sucking the nectar
rubbing it tender
yellow bellies collide
natural surrender
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bluerains said:
sensual is relative to who is doing and who is needing...push pull in a different place of thought...I see your viewpoint some... :)
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push me
pull me
I don't care
just put your
hands on me
 
My Erotic Trail said:
push me
pull me
I don't care
just put your
hands on me
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to wrap my fingers round
you
in every way
I pen new poems
to touch your
day.... :)
 
walking forth nocturne
free where rain
glistens and
clouds gather
to anoint broken
days of a home
leftover
in spaces I have refused to wander
yet would I yield
to the scent
of rose petal
possibilities
were you were me
knowing how
to embed her love
Mother...
 
all my powers
to the rain
translated by
the dew
who knew
how
in and out and
up and down
grew
 
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pulling the shade
drowning in darkness
slide into the skin
of my inviting mattress

sheets of heat
melt into one flame
pouring over consuming
and will never be tame

cresting the wave
crashing above you
softly crushing your heart
escaping into the blue
 
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bluerains said:
to wrap my fingers round
you
in every way
I pen new poems
to touch your
day.... :)
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touched by rain
her effervescent
glow. shadows out
the gloom
by painting stars
in my head ...

:rose:

miss ya lady ~
 
The Keepers

The watchman waits
by gates of Orion
to lift her Venus veil.
Dragon and Lamb
spread another silver
lining over her rainbow.

She embeds her song
in orbital bliss
uncovering, rediscovering,
herself
as inner lovers tickling time
in splendorous attraction
infusing inhalation,
tuning to her perfect pitch
opposing obscurity.
 
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bluerains said:
The watchman waits
by gates of Orion
to lift her Venus veil.
Dragon and Lamb
spread another silver
lining over her rainbow.

She embeds her song
in orbital bliss
uncovering, rediscovering,
herself
as inner lovers tickling time
in splendorous attraction
infusing inhalation,
tuning to her perfect pitch
opposing obscurity.
angel-dragon.jpg
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'vondebar'
a trail of words that leads one on a mystical feel <grin nice write blue~
 
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