Sensual metaphors

to my yankee clipper
I lept forward
from the past
where you and me
played on time
me
a punch card
hanging onto a chad...
your sails bleached
following white weddings
poetic fiction
cuckoo clock stuck
we tick


we tick
click
two sides, of every
coin. spinning outta
control

halt
caught
fingertips brush
blushing cheeks, ablaze
as the dance
commences
again....




:rose:
 
ozzy

excellece touched
yet
yoga fingers tapped
out
in worldly toppings

rubbing ruby slippers
traps no butterflies
and laddie's lamp
bought the moon
rings of picket fences
stabbed

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sweety

fantasy tugs on
tongue topics
twisting
on lip
licked
taffy
sucking
lifesavers
sugar stoned
 
viced

air blood
mounted
salt is sweet
fleshly fresh
we are
wholly
watered
tongue blistered
 
soapy

maybe what was needed
was messy misfortune
everything bounces bubbles
I just learned how to blow
 
tired and frustrated
it took so long
was I too kinky or not enough
kisses and roses, whips and tears
beaten or bound they would not stay

the time was right the need clear
the answer in unexpected form
waves and curves with desires hidden
she found me across an electric sea
the search is over I look no more
not yet collared, still free
she will be mine

the hunt has begun
 
spice of any brand
rakes the cinders
firebranded
I ink you to my senses
heaven whiffed
wafting
your hippy perfume
charm chances
myth aroused
white noise is tapping
chakra crazy
we waive a white
goodbye
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I like this one. :) TY

Why "waive" and not "wave"?
 
O 2

Oh, to cling like the barnacle to the steep rock,
bathe the coral strength with floating licks like slick seaweed,
coax the the trembling oyster to render up its pearl to be polished.

Oh, to lather deep coves with wet sweeps of adoration,
innundate the mangrove until it glistens with favor,
taste primal salt in the unfolding ripples of undulating flesh
as the Crest of Passion
washes into the face of the gasper
who swims on edge of a silken shore.

Oh, to savor puckered starfish
and urchin rimmed with white foam,
to stir the bowels of Merfolk
with sting of warfish and tentacled lust...

Oh, to balance the power of the sea
on the tip of the tongue!


cpyrt D. Hendricks
 
woven

Oh, to cling like the barnacle to the steep rock,
bathe the coral strength with floating licks like slick seaweed,
coax the the trembling oyster to render up its pearl to be polished.

Oh, to lather deep coves with wet sweeps of adoration,
innundate the mangrove until it glistens with favor,
taste primal salt in the unfolding ripples of undulating flesh
as the Crest of Passion
washes into the face of the gasper
who swims on edge of a silken shore.

Oh, to savor puckered starfish
and urchin rimmed with white foam,
to stir the bowels of Merfolk
with sting of warfish and tentacled lust...

Oh, to balance the power of the sea
on the tip of the tongue!


cpyrt D. Hendricks

into a sea of thought...impressive...:rose:
 
never mind

always
a sick twisted freak
tossed the jump
off a distant pier
guitar don't swim
and my ear can't hear
crying sounds of
love so queer
 
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liar liar

faking moves
see shock
know no kind
wine is fine
now
dimise
a shipping
hunger
game
jaw failed
to grasp
exhaust
 
best of when you ask

coming again this way
stumbling upon
myth created taste born
replicated here now
that which remains
in strawberry stains
is a yesterday juice box
scratching needled sounds of
must we kiss
to dance
round and round goes
a soft no
yes begins dripping sugar
tales...
 
check

waiting
check out line
eyes were black
then blue
then
smiles
baby girl
held no color
fingers touched
tears held
 
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