It's Oozing...
I am loving the feel
Of the way
It is oozing...
Wet and Warm,
Soft and Tender,
White and Clear
With a misty smell
Nature's Spell -
Feel at home
With the way
It is oozing...
Drop by Drop,
Flows and Stops
Flows again...
Stops to Pause
And makes me feel
Like an amorous woman.
And then it again
Oozes...
I love the smell
You would too
On such oozing days
I really miss you.
I am sure, you would
Love the taste of it too.
Though I leave it to you
How you would like to
Lip it, Sip it,
Savouring...
Every dropp of it.
Come to me,
When you are thirsty
And I'll quench you.
Do let me know
How best I can serve you.
Would you like to
Follow me down
To drink me divine
From my oozing Yoni?
Or
Would you like to
Explore, finger and feel,
The source of all my oozes,
The smell of all that amuses
The oozing woman in me,
And the thirsting man in you?
Pray, do let me know
How you want to explore -
And I'll take you to the Forest
Deep down there...
And amongst the many,
Soft and tender, supple and slender,
Layers and layers of love and warmth,
You will savour the taste,
The feel and the smell,
Of Nature's Spell -
That succulent, juicy
Nectar of mine
The oozing Amrit
Of my dripping Yoni.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Home-Coming
The smell is the same
So is the place
Soft and tender
Full of grace
Touch feels good
So does the taste
Juicy and supple
Make no haste
Take your time
For the drink divine
Pure and chaste
Is the nectar sublime
As you savour it
With every sip
Quenching your thirst
Drop by drop,
Deep within that
Sacred space
I give you access
To my Yoni
For your spiritual coming…
And when you enter me
Flooding my gates open
In that holy place
Of pleasure and pain
I shelter you in
With love and warmth
To welcome you back
For your auspicious
Home-Coming.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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The Country House
Did the door move, or was it always ajar?
The gladioli on the table are pale mauve.
I smell pale mauve and blue,
Blue soft like bruises—putrid—oozing—
The air oozes blue—mauve—
And the door with the black line where it does not shut!
I must pass that door to go to bed,
Or I must stay here
And watch the crack
Oozing air.
Is it—air?
poem by Amy Lowell
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The Hot Snow of Christmas
the glittering snow comes in an amazing struggle
of the turning white; the make believe of the
wonder land of magic, the never, never ever be
the same of turning feeling of pain of waiting for
the ecstasy of letting go of staying unselfishness
last of sweet pain
Oh! please place me in the dark of dreaming of
where i am might be, stay the waiver of giving
you all my love and taste the pleasure i offer than
anything more of myself; holding you to close
takes no fancy of taking you to the place with me,
then feel free, for the love i show is the
loving pain of loving me molded to one with a
timeless seal of your heart
fool me my dear, no matter how far i went wrong,
i'll still start all over again, the oozing smell will not
find the right of leaving without you in my home, i
can still want you’re chariest for i am, such a
foolish season of the day's on
it’s been a long long while, i wait and stay with
hope of coming home, a Christmas tree of
chances of never be by the storm comes to open
home my darling
make then last, at this moment right now …….
poem by Antonio Liao
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Sanctum Sanctorum
I’ve preserved it
Taken care of it
Nurtured it
Nourished it
With all my love
And gentle care…
Kept it clean
Showering everyday
It smells nice and fresh
Of soap and gel,
After every bath
If you inhale me
You’ll feel the freshness
Of what I say…
Though sometimes
I just let it be
Not that clean
So it retains
Its home-grown smell…
Amidst the foliage
Of nature’s care
Hidden deep inside
The lustrous hair
Of soft and tender
Pinkish folds…
Like a holy mound
Of virgin skin
Its very source
Emanates a sweet smell
Of that precious nectar
They call Amrit.
And when it flows,
It makes me feel like
A woman all over…
Wanting, wishing, longing
And waiting and waiting…
For that auspicious moment
When far beyond the horizons,
The earth would meet the sky
And the sanctum sanctorum
Of my very being…
Would be offered
The potent seeds of life.
I can wait aeons and aeons
For that blessed hour to come by
This birth, next birth,
This life, next life
Many more births and lives…
When the man in you
Would orgasm with the woman
In me…
Gyrating to the eternal dance of
Rhythmic pleasure within me…
Soft and slow
Hard and long
Arousing, titillating,
Orgasming and melting…
With the silent beats of
Of two hearts rhythming in unison
And the lilting song of two bodies
Merging as one…
And in that spiritual moment
Of togetherness,
With you inside me
And that feeling of oneness…
I’ll be truly blessed
If you offer me with love and care
Those seeds of life
Impregnating my womb,
Making a father of the man in you
And a mother of the woman in me.
Sanctum Sanctorum –
May you be blessed
With the onset
Of a new life…
With a feeling of love,
Warmth and tenderness,
Creating a love-child
That would be the
Ever-flowing fountain
Of my feelings for him
And his feelings for me…
Let this not be a Fantasy
But the moment of Truth
A Divine Reality
Sanctioned by the
Heaven and Earth
Applauded by the Gods,
Blessed by their Consorts
Beyond the realms of
Ridicule and Mirth.
The orgasmic culmination
Of our bodies in fusion
Let it be the epitome of
Love in abundance
And boundless passion…
Those seeds of life
In your ejaculation
Flowing in me
Like a river in motion,
Would embed in me
A feeling of Bliss and
Absolute Harmony.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Fingers
In that photo of yours
I saw you –
Your face, your shoulders,
Your hands, and then
Your fingers…
My lips quivered
So did my hands
And I felt like touching you,
With my quivering lips
And unsure hands,
Those very beautiful
Exquisite fingers…
Reading your poems of love
And pondering over your letters…
Sometimes I imagine
You writing to me
With those very same
Slender and artistic
Adept fingers…
Very often I feel
And wonder…
If your fingers
Ever do ache
Writing so long,
So nice,
And so very endless,
Day after day…
And if they do, my Love
I feel like pampering them
With tender, loving care
A kiss here, a kiss there…
Holding them,
Caressing them,
Sucking them slow…
Your fingers in my mouth
Taking turns to go
One by one,
I feel them,
Nibble them,
Suckle them,
Make love to them,
Within the deep recesses
Of my oral crevice…
Till they feel pampered
And satiated
And I feel the same too…
Contented and happy
Making love to you
With your fingers
In my mouth…
A wonderful tryst
Of love and lust,
Warmth and arousal,
And then if you wish…
And if I'm also willing,
We can play this game
All night long…
Where you don’t win
And I don’t lose
We both win over together
And lose ourselves
To each other…
I give free rein to
Your fingers…
To touch, feel
And explore
The inner crevices
And every pore
Of my body…
The mouth has had its turn
Now, do you wish to go
Further down..?
And see how it feels
To caress my breasts,
My derriere and my
Yoni,
With those seeking,
Exploring fingers of yours…
You’ve penned a lot of poetry
And your letters intoxicate me…
How about writing
Some letters of love
And a few lines of love ballads
On the spaces and margins
Of my body…
Dipping your fingers,
And drinking into
The juice of my
Dripping Yoni…
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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My valor is certainly going, it is sneaking off! I feel it oozing out as it were, at the palms of my hands!
quote by Richard Brinsley Sheridan
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A dying soldier
When he closes his eyes
a helicopter hangs chattering
in the sky
and I feel his pulse beat fading
while I try to press close
the shooting wound
from which the red is oozing
and his face
is deadly silent and pale
his eyes flicker open
perplexed, with pain
and something unknown to me in them,
they become taught
and the lines of his mouth are set in stone
while his breathing goes silent
There is sand swarming up
while the flying machine is landing
and through that wind
I smell his blood.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Happy
When I look at you
I know what you say is true.
When I hear your voice
I know I made the right choice.
When I smell your smell
I remember how hard I fell.
When I feel your touch
I know why I love you so much.
When I feel your arms around me
I melt into you softly.
When I feel your hand in mine
I know everything will be just fine.
When I feel your kiss
I know exactly what I will miss.
When I look into your eyes
I know you will tell me no lies.
When I know you're near
I have no fear.
When I sense you're around
Nothing can bring me down.
When I hear your name
I feel my face enflame.
When you just appear
I feel this uncontrollable want for you, my dear.
When I touch your skin
I feel this electricity within.
When I'm with you I always smile,
I feel wonderful just getting to sit with you for awhile.
When you rub my feet
I feel my heart skip a beat.
When I hear you speak
I feel my legs go weak.
When I touch your lips with mine
I feel a tingle run down my spine.
When I think of us together
I want us to remain that way forever.
When we talk or you're with me
I feel so incredibly happy.
poem by Ashley Reese
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Scares Me Silly
Here in the studio,
As they're turning down the lights,
I lick my lips to start the first line -
How can this girl be me?
"Oh, little thing, are you looking lost?"
The vertigo, the need to lose."
Ooh, ooh...
They try to put me on the tapes begin to spin,
I feel a little sick and hope my notes are in,
I try to put it all in, do it for you,
Don't even know you but I need you to love me, too.
They try to put me on the tape begin to spin,
I feel a little sick and hope my notes are in,
I try to put it all in, do it for you,
Don't even know you but I need you to love me, too.
Scares me silly, but it gets me going,
Like a Romeo.
Scares me silly, but it gets me going,
Like a Romeo.
Scares me silly, but it gets me going.
Swimming amid the cans
I wonder can I goad myself into another take,
And keep the mood?
It's like a film - such balance.
I close my eyes to the cello solo and ache,
The music will never let me blow away you-oo.
You know the feeling when you're on the right track.
You fall in love and you're never gonna turn it back.
It's a part of you, they're so sensitive,
Oozing without me, filling over with secrets.
You know the feeling when you're on the right track.
You fall in love and you're never gonna turn it back.
It's a part of you, they're so sensitive,
Oozing without me, filling over with secrets.
Scares me silly, but it gets me going,
Like a Romeo.
Scares me silly, but it gets me going,
Like a Romeo.
Scares me silly, but it gets me going.
song performed by by Kate Bush
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For Her Love
For her love- I would climb the highest mountain
Or swim the deepest sea.
Just to know that she’s in love with me.
I would pull the stars from the sky
And put them in her hand.
Because of my love I know I can.
To feel her soft gentle kiss
And taste the sweet nectar
That I miss.
The gentleness of her
voice when I am in despair.
Just shows me how much she really cares.
To have her embrace me and to feel
Her supple breast upon my chest.
And to feel the warmth in that embrace
Leaving me without the will
To continue to fight
This is my story, this is my plight.
Just like a newborn child in the
Arms of its mother
Give me your love
Let me smother.
poem by Louis Rams
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Woman
If I'd be so inclined to climb up beside you.
Would you tell me that the time just isn't right?
And if I ever find the key you hide so well
Will you tell me that I can spend the night?
Leaving your smell on my coat.
Leaving your taste on my shoulder.
I still fail to understand,
What it is about this woman.
If I could bottle up the chills you give me.
I would keep them in a jar next to my bed.
And if I should ever draw a picture of a woman,
It is you that would come flowing from my pen.
Leaving your clothes on the floor.
Making me walk out the door
And I still fail to understand
What it is about this woman.
Hopelessly melting as I stand next to the sun.
As she burns me, I am screaming out for more.
Drink every drop of liquid heat that I have become,
Pop me open, spill me out onto the floor.
Leaving your smell on my coat.
Leaving your taste on my shoulder.
I still fail to understand,
What it is about this woman.
Leaving your smell on my coat.
Leaving your taste on my shoulder.
I still fail to understand,
What it is about this woman.
song performed by by Maroon 5
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The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop, The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.
quote by Edward Fitzgerald
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You Give
you give not because you have so much
no one has such
you give because you like to give
because it makes you feel
that you are full and oozing
because of no other reason that you
like the feeling
makes you high
removes the sigh
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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From A Wasp...
I spotted your back door, gaping wide,
So I thought that I would come inside.
I was in the area, and thought I'd dropp by;
I often visit people: we wasps aren't shy.
Do you have anything nice for me to eat?
A sticky bun would go down a real treat!
I'm partial to a piece of cake, oozing with jam,
But I also like meat, especially honeyed ham.
I've only come for food - so, why all the alarm?
Breathe nice and deeply, and keep yourself calm!
I'd really appreciate it, if you could remain seated,
While my search of your premises, is duly completed.
I see that I now have your full attention;
Do I detect a certain amount of tension?
No! Don't do that! It makes me annoyed;
Upsetting me is something you should avoid.
There are sweet treats within in my view,
But they're all covered up! Well done you!
Though, I find all this, a little frustrating,
As for a sticky treat, I have been waiting.
Ooh! I detect a pleasant smell upon your skin,
And I can smell something nice in your bin.
What's that you're holding? A can of spray!
Actually, I was just going! Have a nice day!
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Wish it is Funny
funny thing, i can still feel the touch of the scattered petals, white roses with red ones
funny thing, i can still hear the coo of the turle doves freed, flying high
funny thing, i can still see the golden sun slowly sinks under wide ocean
funny thing, i can still taste the sweet yet semi dry wine, passionately aromatic
funny thing, i can still smell your citrus-minty scent, soothing my senses
funny yet unfair
everything i feel, hear, see, taste, smell accompanies YOU
everything i feel, hear, see, taste, smell symbolizes you
everything that i feel, hear, see, taste, smell is not funny at all
it is bringing me black smoky background
it is bringing me delusions and hallucinations
it is bringing me confusion
funny but wish it is fair
dainty as the roses
free as the turtledoves flying nowhere
golden as the sun collided under the wide ocean
passionate as the wine
citrus-minty as your scent
wish it is
funny
poem by Shelomith Noarbe
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Bleeds Through
My 'Bleeds Through' poems are of emotions that enter or escape as you read
If you feel a call to action, sadness, happiness, relative tingling
Or anything
Then something in those words bleed through into you
How the emotions contribute is the bleeding out
Bleeding is not of only blood
It is strictly the slow oozing of feeling
Until it eventually clots and stops
Read these with a open mind and heart
Let the words soak in and leave as they came
Slowly
March 14,2012
poem by Ryan Collins
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Deep down the sea
Deep down the sea there is despair
animated in blue anemones
and oozing nectar of the woodbines
weltering
in the blue deep
The fairies there waltz with the souls
that drink deep in the pool of despondency
It is a cassino run by the white beard Neptune
And for your information Pluto and==Proserpine are
its major shareholders
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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Woman
i look into your eyes
and i still see.... the most
beautiful woman that ever lived.
i still see... fire and rain,
the soft touch of a hand,
the laughing pajama dance...
i still see... the mama who watched
with passionate dedication...
the woman who made love
in the dirt...
the smell, the touch, the feel....
listening to dylan and tom petty,
taking in stray cats.... walking the dogs...
the woman who gets mad, can be
tender and sentimental... who
cooked for her dad and me....
and put up with us while we watched
john wayne yet again....
the girl i walked off with
to find a tomorrow....
the woman i believe in...
the woman i still love....
poem by Eric Cockrell
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We Are Alive
I can feel the air around me,
I can see the people laughing and singing,
I can be the spirit in the trees,
I can fly with the birds in the sky.
I can believe what I want to belive.
I can say and do what I want.
I can be who I want to be,
I can follow my dreams.
I can taste the life within me,
I can smell the sweet breath of my soul,
I can be with the people before me,
I can think of those to come.
I can see through the eyes of others,
I can put myself in their shoes.
I can feel everything around me,
I can see the people laughing,
I can hear the sobs of an infant,
I can taste the love of a mother.
I can see the lives of others,
I can imagine what they are thinking,
I can guess what they are like.
I can see the colors in the wind,
I can hear the breath of god whispering his knowlage,
I can taste the strength he gave me,
I can feel the life in my veins.
I can stand here and think of all these things,
I can watch the day fall into night,
I can wait for what tomorrow will bring to me.
I can carry the word of god to others,
I can show them the light of hope.
I can show people the truth,
I can bring you the message of life,
I can bring you the knowlage of faith.
I can run through the prairies and forest,
I can touch everything around me.
I can hear my heartbeat in my ears,
I can feel the passing spirits,
I can smell the warmth of the Earth,
I can feel the live with in me.
I can tell you you can too,
I can show you the way to be free,
I can bring you to know your mother, Earth.
I can try my hardest to show you,
I can hope you'll understand,
Yet I know
It's up to you to welcome this power,
I know you can, just like
I can.
We are one with eachother,
We are one with the Earth,
She is our mother,
We are alive.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Rose And A Honeycomb
(Talk) - Mike
The rose
Verse 1 - Nate & Shawn
How I love to smell
She kisses me so well (She kisses)
Unlike anyone I've ever known (You're the best)
Knew there was no other who
Listen it's time up
But I see right now I was deadly wrong (I was wrong)
Scent is ohh so strong
Feel like an animal
'Cause I can smell it through the phone
Soft like silky petals
All over my skin
Still yearning for the honey
That I've been missing (I've been missing)
Chorus
The love I've been waiting for all my life
Has rendered my soul helpless
Whether in bloom or a taste I consume
My rose and a honeycomb (My rose and a honeycomb)
The love I've been waiting for all my life
Has entered my heart with grief
Can't think of a reason
Taste and smell when in season
My rose and a honeycomb
(Talk) - Mike
The honeycomb
Verse 2 - Wanya, Shawn & Nate
Sweet and tantalizing
It just stays on the rising
Everytime her eyes address my name
So hard to keep composure
'Cause she's taking over
Fills my every fantasy
(Tastes just like heaven) Tastes just like heaven
Can't feel my knees
Like my precious rose
She attracts too many bees
(Talk) - Wanya
Sometimes I wish I never knew her
I meant some people knew her
But I need the sticky love that she gives to me
Chorus
The love I've been waiting for all my life
Has rendered my soul helpless
Whether in bloom or a taste I consume
My rose and a honeycomb (my rose and a honeycomb)
The love I've been waiting for all my life (all my life)
Has entered my heart with grief (entered my heart)
Can't think of a reason
Taste and smell when in season
My rose and a honeycomb (honeycomb)
Bridge - Nate, Shawn & Wanya
Oh how I wish I could choose
Be ashamed to fight for love and then lose
So I'll taste as I smell
I can't choose the whole world
My rose or my honeycomb
But if one day I am found
And be forced to let one wear the crown
If we are to do this
Neither one would be missed
My rose and my honeycomb...
Chorus
The love I've been waiting for all my life
Has rendered my soul helpless (so helpless)
Whether in bloom or a taste I consume (whether, my rose)
My rose and a honeycomb (my rose and a honeycomb)
The love I've been waiting for all my life
Has entered my heart with grief (entered my heart)
Can't think of a reason
Taste and smell when in season
My rose and a honeycomb (and a honeycomb)
2nd Bridge - Wanya
She's my rose
She was my rose
See I love loving her
She mkes me feel like a man
Oh my honeycomb
Make me feel like a man
Chorus
The love I've been waiting for all my life (she was the sweetest)
Has rendered my soul helpless (thing that God could ever send to a man)
Whether in bloom or a taste I consume
My rose and a honeycomb
The love I've been waiting for all my life (I've been waiting for)
Has entered my heart with grief (entered my heart)
Can't think of a reason
Taste and smell when in season
My rose and a honeycomb (my honeycomb)
song performed by by Boyz II Men
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