Tips
The Tips of your Body
Need my Fingers...
As much as
My Fingers
Need the Touch
of your Lips,
The Brush of your
Nipples,
And the Caresses of
Love, Pain and Pleasure
Down There...
In the Creases and Folds
of your Throbbing Tip
And the Invigorating
Sweaty Smell of your
Derriere.
Wanna Make Wild Love To You
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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Come And Suckle Me...
The night is long and lonely
Sleep is evading me
Come to my bed, my love
Come and suckle me…
Suckle me with your lingering lips
Suckle me on my protruding tips,
Latch on to me and suckle me baby
For you’ve always loved suckling me…
As ever, whenever you’ve needed me
By your side, at your service,
I’ve always complied, given in
To your love for me,
To your lust for me…
You and me, partners in fantasy
We’ve spent many a night together
Holding each other, giving the other
Immense pleasure and ecstasy…
So here I come again to you
Inviting you, arousing you
Unhook me with your exploring fingers,
Unbutton my shirt, one by one
Cup my breasts with your hands
And let your caresses tease me…
Come and suckle me, my love
For tonight is a lovely, long night,
And I need you by my side
With your warmth, with your touch
Give me that cherished old ecstasy
Melting away the loneliness in me…
Your lips encircling my nipples
Your tongue creating ripples
Your mouth suckling me slow
And I on the verge of ‘over-flow’…
The rest is all history
For it happens all over again
The present re-living its past
Me dousing into your passion,
And we seducing ourselves
To the culmination of our fusion.
Now sleep evades us no more
Tired yet satiated
Loved and re-loved
Bonded and cocooned
In each other’s loving embrace,
Sleep overcomes us
As we overcome our dreams,
Having fulfilled our fantasies…
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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For You, With Me
The Touch of my Bosom
On your Chest,
I’ll wait for the day
When East meets West.
The Feel of my Fingers
On your Face,
Making Love
In a lilting pace…
My Lips on your Mouth
Suckling Slow,
As if they have
Nowhere to go..!
My Hands on your Arms
Sliding through
Panting to glide
All over you…
My Smell and your Sweat
Mingling in…
For us to feel
The passion within
Your Body, A Paper
My Passion, A Poetry
With Love I Write,
How You Fulfill Me…
You spurt out
And I give in
Tell Me, My Love
Is it pleasure or sin?
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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What Shall You Do Then?
three fingers shall
touch a wooden box
for a time
this box is closed
but you are told
of a surprise that
this box shall
give you
the moment you give
in to the temptation
to just touch it
try it and be amazed
with what it will give you
there is no name
that i shall give to that which
gives you pleasure
when you agree
to touch it
it is pleasurable
i have seen it
but i will not tell you
until you touch it
first
with your three
fingers
i will give you another hint
be responsible
for what you decide
specifically for what you
touch
for in pleasure there is
always that accompanying pain
like the two faces of the woman
that you once loved
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I See You in Your Fingers
I see your fingers
I see you in your fingers
I see your history from your fingers
I feel your touch from your fingers
They don't tell a lie to me
They don't give me a fake smile
Or promising kiss
But they give me a warm hold
and tickling touch
I see you from your fingers
I see the truth from your fingers
I see you in your fingers
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Frenzied Fingers Run Amuck
When I get you into my arms
I can't control the things that I do.
Fingers grab the hair on your head.
Fingers caress the small of your back.
Fingers travel down your spine
and back up again.
Fingers reach to all corners of your being,
quietly unnoticed at first,
but more frenzied with passing time.
Wild fingers travel your soul
with frenzied action that is hard to stop.
Uncontrollable fingers run wild
until you beg them to stop.
But even then, there's no counting on it.
These fingers like to run wild.
Whenever I place my fingers on you,
frenzied fingers run amuck.
Twenty-five Fingers
(mccartney-macmanus)
Twenty five fingers baby
I love your nails I love your touch
I love to touch you baby
It never fails to kill me
Some say gimme five
But Ill give you ten
You could make it twenty
But youre holding out again
Think it over think it over baby
Well think it over think it over baby
I will always love you
That cant be denied
Love you up until the day
That heaven knows Ive tried
For the time being I will tell you this
Id love to love you love to love you
But theres something missing
Baby listen unconditionally
Put your hand in my hand and surrender to me
Think it over think it over baby
Well think it over think it over baby
Twenty five fingers feel so divine
Twenty five fingers wish you were mine
Wish you were mine
Well so our hands met and twenty fingers entwined
I couldnt help I couldnt help but see
She didnt quite believe me
She said listen cause theres one little thing
Where did you get that lovely wedding ring
Think it over think it over baby
Well think it over think it over baby
Some things are forbidden
Never meant to be
Well that might be all right for you
But not for you and me
Twenty five fingers feel so divine
Twenty five fingers wish you were mine
Wish you were mine
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Read My Lips
verbal silence. read my lips.
if you see them.
read the words. read it here.
these words. read them like
flowers in the garden.
these words speak a little.
tips of the iceberg. They are less
compared to the color of my eyes
the warmth of my fingers
the suppressed beatings of my heart.
these words that you read.
if only you can see my lips.
if only you can see my face.
and body, naked on the flowing sheet of
pure paper. IF only you know
what silence means, how emptiness
eats it, if only you know how inferior
verbs and adjectives are
compared to the caresses of the hands
and the tenderness of the fingers,
touch.
read the lines silently.
these words do not shape my lips.
they come to your eyes.
in the silence of your understanding.
never shall they speak
about me. they only talk about
the hands that write sometimes
without any meaning at all.
infinitives are not infinite.
neither do verbs know what is it to be still.
and adjectives talk only about the surface.
deep under, the noise begins.
and silence of the verbs move to another side.
now, the mountains of ideas collapse
and bury the casualties of silence.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ooh Aah
Hey baby.I know you want me.
Whether it's wrong or right.
I wanna be with you tonight.
So get your things and let's go.
Let's get outta here.
How you doing baby?
You looking good.
And if you could stay with me.
Oh girl.I know you would.Yeah.
I haven't seen you.
In a long time.
But the love you gave to me.
Is constantly on my mind.
Ooh Aah Oh Oh
Ooh Aah Oh Oh
Ooh Aah Oh Oh
Ooh Aah Oh Oh
There's nothing wrong.
With the way I feel.
Because your loving.
Oh girl.It gives me chills.Mmm Hmm.
You wouldn't be smiling.
If I was wrong.
So bring your loving.
To me all night long.
I like it when you moan
You say....
Ooh Aah Oh Oh
Ooh Aah Oh Oh
Ooh Aah Oh Oh
Ooh Aah Oh Oh
Wanna love it.
Wanna touch it.
Let me lay your body down.
Wanna feel it.
Wanna taste it.
Let me hear you make a sound.
Wanna love it.
Wanna touch it.
Let me lay your body down.
Wanna feel it.
Wanna taste it.
Let me here you make a sound.
(You know I want it)
Ooh Aah Oh Oh
(You know I want it)
Ooh Aah Oh Oh
(You know I want it)
Ooh Aah Oh Oh
(You know I want it)
Ooh Aah Oh Oh
(You know I want it)
Wanna love it.
Wanna touch it.
Let me lay your body down.
Wanna feel it.
Wanna taste it.
Let me hear you make a sound.
Wanna love it.
Wanna touch it.
Let me lay your body down.
Wanna feel it.
Wanna taste it.
Let me here you make a sound.
(You know I want it)
Ooh Aah Oh Oh
(You know I want it)
Ooh Aah Oh Oh
(You know I want it)
Ooh Aah Oh Oh
(You know I want it)
Ooh Aah Oh Oh
(You know I want it)
song performed by by Avant from My Thoughts
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In Vain
Well just the other day
While alone in my room
I said to myself
I need something new
Ive cut a new life slice
And feed the lions twice
And theyll shake their manes in confusion
My love
My loves in vain
My love
Put a bet on everything
Itll come up fine
My fingers are crossed
And tapping in time
You got a pretty face
Such a pretty pretty face
You can brush your own mane
Fame is your pain
Maybe an older woman
Will show me a way
To ease those creases
And crave no reasons
cause reasons are with gods
Theres a heaven within me
But we all shake our manes in confusion
Should I grab you by the collar
Or just go my way
With a knife between my clean white teeth
Dont want your feather in my cap
Dont care about that
You can brush your own mane
Fame is your pain
song performed by by INXS
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If You Could Feel My Words
If you could feel my words they'd touch you softly,
Like my hand grazing your cheek, warming your heart,
And sending you comfort and peace.
If you could hear my fingers tapping nimbly
Over my keyboard they'd be a love song,
A soft whisper chanting my soul's mantra,
Quietly calling your name.
If I could make love to you with pen and paper
You'd feel my thoughts as intensely
As they pour from my mind.
My fingers strumming over the keys
Would be caresses gliding over your skin,
A kiss on your sweet lips,
On your neck a gentle bite.
If I could make you love me with a poem
My phrases would wrap around you like
Silk metaphors tickling your senses.
The stanzas binding your heart to mine
As rhymes charm and seduce you into submission.
Our days would be a jaunty limerick
And our nights a passionate ballad.
If only you could feel my words.
poem by Susan Brealey
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Unconsciously
one night
beside me
my friend
you touch
my body
with your
fingers
you kiss
my lips
with your
warm lips
i let you
unleash
feelings
perhaps
long buried
like an
ancestor
the morning
after i ask
you why
and you say
you were
unconscious
you ask to
be forgiven
saying sorry
so sorry &
that the same
may not be
repeated
i touch
your mouth
with my
hand &
tell you
you have
nothing to
be afraid
of nothing
to be sorry
about
i perfectfly
understand
how is it
to be
unrequited
this body
is yours
this body
is meant to
be shared
by another
who loves
to touch
who loves
to kiss
who loves
to be in love
who loves
to be a part
of the flesh
who loves
to be just
the man that
you are
consciously
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Death Of Love
When my arm is cold and numbed
And then laid to its final rest
I wander what thought that it could have
If only to God and man it could confess.
When my eyes close for their very last time
What would be the last sight for them to see,
Would it be a sight, that gave a delight
To be cherished by my soul through me.
When my fingers loose their sense of touch
What touch would be missed most of all
Would it be the roses in the summertime
Or the many leaves, that I touched in the fall.
When my lips quiver their last time to close
What would be the last thought of it to miss
Would it be to say a prayer or maybe speak a thought
Or would it be, to give my one last kiss.
When it is my time to to leave this world
I know from this world I must leave alone
But I need to feel love, as I say goodbye to life
As never again will my soul or thoughts roam.
Before my arm goes it needs one last hug
Then it will go with a pain and a delight
And before my eyes close shut as surely as they will
They must see heaven in sight, that night.
Before my fingers loose their since of touch
A woman's hair or a rose I need to brush
They must feel the softness that they once had known
Then happily they will leave with just a hush.
My heart would beat one last time for you
And for my lips, what would be their final wish
Would it to say a prayer or a poem to recite,
Or it would be a last goodbye kiss.
When my body is gone and it is buried deep
And my soul is heading to heaven above
No one might worry about me leaving this world
But when I gone, there will be the death of love..
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Mind Dance
I caught my reflection in the mirror
It was my own hand that ran through my hair,
I listened as my favorite artist crooned
Closed my eyes
Imagined your touch
There in the warmth of your lap,
I rest my head
My eyes stay closed
Your hand
The hand of love and warmth
Gently caresses my face,
My mouth
And slowly
Your fingers run through my hair
From the base of my roots
to the tips of the strand
You touch me,
And I am whole.
poem by Nancy Fischer
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Fill You Up
Ralph tresvant, ralph hawkins jr, paul minor, kevin guillaume & damian johnson
Ten oclock, in my ride
Drivin down the 95
Gettin to my babys house
Is all that I can think about
Champagne, moonlight
Its gonna be a lovers night
Anticipation is in the air
And all I want to do is share my love
Girl Im never gonna give you up
All I wanna do is fill you up (with love)
I can never get enough
All I wanna do is fill you up (with love)
Deep inside of me its building up
All I wanna do is fill you up (with love)
I can never ever get enough
All I wanna do is fill you up
All alone, cuddled up
Tv off, the musics soft
Fingers up and down my spine
And thats when things intensify
Kiss me here (kiss me)
Touch me there (touch me right there)
Your body turns me on I swear
Cant resist I want you much
Come here let me fill you up with love
Girl you know your
(always)
On my mind
(day & night)
Anytime
(that you need)
Some tender love
(Ill be there)
To fill you up with love
song performed by by Earth Wind And Fire
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Doing Justice To Love?
justice is an
eternal search
a way of
balancing
that does not
balance
at all, or sometimes
maybe
when you feel you
are near it
and yet it becomes
too slippery
to your touch
this morning i
like to tell you that
i like to do justice
to love
that i have not rendered
what is due it
that i am a kind of
a shortcoming
a big lapse
a slippery hand that slips
away from your
body
i like to tell that you
i am unjust
not having loved you so
well
or even if i want to
i simply can't
you are running with time
you are short of it
and at the last hour of
the rush you tell
me that it is time to leave
and that something
shall be done
you kiss my forehead
not my lips
you tell me ' i love you'
and then
you say 'bye'
i have not told you anything
because i know
that you are returning
because i know that i am
not
or must i contrive about
new choices
that there are many ways of
loving you
that there comes a time
when the moon is full and
we are together
under its light and we say
that despite everything
those lapses and
shortcomings we keep on
that hold
we love each other no matter
what
even if we do not love even if we
feel nothing
even if we are deprived
of any emotion
even if the shallowest feeling
does not touch
us with its fingers again
the fingers of a
child
unborn.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Night Walk
My fingers
On the tips
Of your lips
Ask you
Not to
Talk ;)
For they
Feel like
Exploring
Your body
On their
Night walk
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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I'd Like a Bit
I'd like a bit
Of your sweaty love,
Your gasping, groaning sweaty love.
Your body fits my body like a glove,
(Your gasping, groaning, sweaty love) .
I want it more than the stars above,
(Your gasping, groaning, sweaty love) .
You're soft and silken like a dove,
I want a bit
Of your sweaty love.
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Wetness
What is it
About my
Wetness,
You love?
The smell,
The sweat,
The look,
The feel,
The touch...
And how do you
Love to touch?
Your fingers,
Your mouth,
Your phallus?
Express your love,
I’m all wet.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Child Ego
i push you
you pull me
we laugh
we lay on
the grass
we see clouds
our hands hold
fingers to fingers
more than flesh
and bones
we gaze
deep into our
eyes
we are more than
oceans
more than lips
and tips
it is getting dark
and mothers are
calling us home.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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