Sensual metaphors

[MyZenTrail]

help me
kaleidoscope
no walking
this time
freak me out
finger fed
this space
is deeper
than cried
twitter timed

twitter
a sliver of time
hands
on a clock
wishing for more

 

[bodaciousbuddhist]

twitter
a sliver of time
hands
on a clock
wishing for more

Yearning
for contact
so early
morning light
you awake
here

 

[bluerains]

Yearning
for contact
so early
morning light
you awake
here

dear glory star
hear my cry
connect light dots
and tell me
why
I
sigh
in mourning
of your bliss

 

[PanicByNumbers]

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.

 

[MyZenTrail]

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 (~_*)

 

[bluerains]

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

 

[MyZenTrail]

(~_*)

shake, shake, shake
shake, shake, shake
shake your....

 

[bluerains]

skinned

somethings
are sunset written
signs shining pen laser
with desire
moon mushy
I kiss its whispers
listening
light lathered

 

[MyZenTrail]

I like...

to kiss a moons whispers


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

 

[bluerains]

to kiss a moons whispers


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

undertow
wipes
undertones
a whiff of surf
sighs

 

[MyZenTrail]

word surfing
skipping lines
literary journeys
a mind reads
anothers eyes

 

[bluerains]

word surfing
skipping lines
literary journeys
a mind reads
anothers eyes

kindle
on a wish list
eyes are locked
in zero plus one
books erase
drone talk

 

[bluerains]

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

 

[MyZenTrail]

testing truth
pushing past perception
beacons and ballads
like an animated aurora
grabbed my glimmer
I was florid flushed
temporal riven
my fantasy unfastened

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

 

[bluerains]

between

roses of scarlett
pricks and blues
sing me something
in yellow hues....
bowls in gold
fishing bling
watch a clone bird
swing

 

[bluerains]

tuffy

freefall
contorted
am
someone elses
brain

 

[bluerains]

house fenced

too many maybe possibilities
shoulda connected
my man cave invitations
taken was
fears of
a life time
sentenced
why I bolted

 

[RhymeFairy]

roses of scarlett
pricks and blues
sing me something
in yellow hues....
bowls in gold
fishing bling
watch a clone bird
swing

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 ....


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

 

[MyZenTrail]

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

 

[zendicive]

the winds of change
blow me away

 

[zendicive]

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

 

[RhymeFairy]

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 ~






just a bounce, working on
sensations, thoughts

Happy to see you all here and loving
the writes

 

[bluerains]

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...

 

[zendicive]

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.

 

[bluerains]

Forbidden fruits make many jams.

just my venting on a recent wedding...a young couple...and their private lives
watched by a multitude of cell phone uploads to facebook....creeped me out...