A Lover's Verse
A sylph is passing my threshold stair,
Drifting her fragrance through the vine,
Promising dreams of a never-could-be
From the loss and the lapse of a former time.
She finds me adrift in a restless sleep
Alone at the reins of a phantom hearse,
She plants a kiss upon either cheek
'A gift, ' she says, 'from the universe.'
I try to wake, but she hushes me
And lays my hand on her silken thigh,
'Your words have won you a sweet respite
From the pains of the death in life, ' she sighs.
'I come to you from the Lords of Life
To offer you more than you thought enough.'
My lips are restless and seek her breasts
As she sips from my silver stirrup cup.
Her eyes are stars that the gods designed,
Her hair like straw as it brushes my cheek,
Her lips are strawberries, doused in wine
That I sip and kiss as she tries to speak.
'Why would you come to an old man's lair
To tease and taunt with your faultless skin,
An age has passed since I felt desire
But you stoke the coals of a cold come-in.'
'You tear my memory at the core
Where youth and beauty have always supped,
But life is cruel, for age's store
Holds only the empty stirrup cups.'
She strokes my cheek, she kisses my brow,
She places my hand between her thighs,
'The rose that blooms at your fingertips
Is the gift of the ages, ' she replies.
I wake at last in an empty room,
The bottle is dry, I sit and curse,
But then I smile in the gathering gloom
For the joy of the rose in a lover's verse.
poem by David Lewis Paget
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All That Love Asks
All that I ask, 'says Love, 'is just to stand
And gaze, unchided, deep in thy dear eyes;
For in their depths lies largest Paradise.
Yet, if perchance one pressure of thy hand
Be granted me, then joy I thought complete
Were still more sweet.
'All that I ask, ' says Love, 'all that I ask,
Is just thy hand clasp. Could I brush thy cheek
As zephyrs brush a rose leaf, words are weak
To tell the bliss in which my soul would bask.
There is no language but would desecrate
A joy so great.
'All that I ask, is just one tender touch
Of that soft cheek. Thy pulsing palm in mine,
Thy dark eyes lifted in a trust divine
And those curled lips that tempt me overmuch
Turned where I may not seize the supreme bliss
Of one mad kiss.
'All that I ask, ' says Love, 'of life, of death,
Or of high heaven itself, is just to stand,
Glance melting into glance, hand twined in hand,
The while I drink the nectar of thy breath,
In one sweet kiss, but one, of all thy store,
I ask no more.'
'All that I ask'-nay, self-deceiving Love,
Reverse thy phrase, so thus the words may fall,
In place of 'all I ask, ' say, 'I ask all, '
All that pertains to earth or soars above,
All that thou wert, art, will be, body, soul,
Love asks the whole.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Soul-kiss
I want to kiss your stubbled chin
I want to kiss your neck
I want to kiss the jagged scar on your chest
I want to kiss your head
I want to kiss your hair
The little of what's remaining there
I want to kiss your cheek
Your ear, your brow
I want to kiss you all over right now
I want to kiss your eyes
I want to kiss your lips
I want to kiss you everywhere you exist
I want to kiss your soul
If I can go that far
You can show me just how
Near the stars
And how much closer
Heaven
poem by Sonya Florentino
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I wait to meet her gaze then she will understand I will hold my breath and kiss her hand
I wait to meet her gaze then she will understand
I will hold my breath and kiss her hand
I will see her blush her cheeks red now
I will smell her hair and kiss her brow
It will bring me joy to hear her speak
I will take her hand and kiss her cheek
I will feel her skin beneath my finger tips
I will hold her face and kiss her lips
Our love's true passion can now begin
I will caress her form and kiss her skin
Our passion will flow like summer rain
Our love will be fulfilled as we kiss again
In the afterglow in fond embrace
We speak of love and I kiss her face
poem by Deep Dark Soul Poet
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Petunia The Gardeners Daughter
(words & music by sid tepper - roy bennett)
Ive gotta gal, oh what a pal
The apple of my eye
With something rare, a peach of a pear
But her dad wont let us meet and I could die
I love petunia the gardeners daughter
Oooh how that gal can kiss
Her eyes are blue as bluebells
Each cheek a rose to see
How I dance when she plants her two lips on me
Im as daffy as a daffodil
I long to kiss her all the time
Tonight Ill steal into her garden
And make petunias two lips mine
(Ive got a beau, I love him so
The apple of my eye
With something rare, a peach of a pear
But my dad wont let us meet and I could die)
And we could die
I love petunia the gardeners daughter
Oooh how that gal can kiss
(my eyes are blue as bluebells
Each cheek a rose to see)
How I dance when she plants her two lips on me
(hes as daffy as a daffodil
He loves to kiss me all the time)
Tonight Ill steal into her garden
And make petunias two lips mine
She makes other girls look just like weeds
(Im gonna be his clinging vine)
Tonight Ill steal into her garden
And make petunias two lips
(my ever loving two lips)
Make petunias two lips mine
song performed by by Elvis Presley
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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French Kissin In The Usa
Loves touch comes to mean so much.
Embrasser cest francais.
Loves way, sabandonner.
Slip into the velvet glove, parted lips so filled with love.
Lips upon forbidden places, lingering in long embraces.
French kissin in the usa!
Lips are in motion.
Ocean to ocean to ocean, ocean to ocean to ocean.
Paris is calling!
Falling, were falling, were falling, falling, were falling, were falling.
Lips close, then blossom like a rose.
Lips wide holding you inside.
Kisses hard, kisses deep, a kiss to wake us from our sleep.
Take your lover by the hand, speak in tounges and understand.
song performed by by Blondie
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Kiss kiss and kiss
Kiss kiss kiss me again*
Afterwards kiss kiss kiss my thoughts*
Then kiss kiss kiss my spirit*
Still kiss kiss kiss my shadow*
Don't forget to kiss kiss kiss my hair*
Repeated again kiss kiss kiss my face*
I'wanted to be kiss kiss kiss by you my brow*
Don't forget to kiss kiss kiss my cheek*
Afterwards kiss kiss kiss ears and my nose*
I'will like if being kiss kiss kiss by you my heart*
More kiss kiss kiss my lips*
Don't forget kiss kiss kiss with the love*
Repeated still kiss kiss kiss in the hope that we *
I'wanted to be kiss kiss kiss by you before i'slept*
I'hoped was kiss kiss kiss by you when i'opened the eyes and got up from my dream*
I'will like if being kiss kiss kiss by you my wish*
Don't forget kiss kiss kiss with your loyalty*
Kiss kiss kiss was our prayer together in the love*
G(-_-) (-_-) D
Mary Magdalene At The Door Of Simon The Pharisee.
“WHY wilt thou cast the roses from thine hair?
Nay, be thou all a rose,—wreath, lips, and cheek.
Nay, not this house,—that banquet-house we seek;
See how they kiss and enter; come thou there.
This delicate day of love we two will share
Till at our ear love's whispering night shall speak.
What, sweet one,—hold'st thou still the foolish freak?
Nay, when I kiss thy feet they'll leave the stair.”
“Oh loose me! Seest thou not my Bridegroom's face
That draws me to Him? For His feet my kiss,
My hair, my tears He craves to-day:—and oh!
What words can tell what other day and place
Shall see me clasp those blood-stained feet of His?
He needs me, calls me, loves me: let me go!”
poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Watching Her Sleep
He loves to watch her sleep.
Likes to hear her breathe in
And out; see her breasts rise
And fall like sleeping giants.
He likes how she exudes a
Sense of peacefulness as if
Angels touched her brow and
Breathed a deeper love somehow.
He loves how her red lips move
In silent conversation, how now
And then her tongue brushes her
Lower lip with moisture of saliva.
Should he wake her from deep sleep?
Ought he to kiss her lips and bring
Her from sleep’s warm hold? Should
He touch her limbs with lust to life?
No, no, don’t wake her from her sleep,
Too dangerous; for although he is her
Lover, she’s his busy boss’s pretty wife.
poem by Terry Collett
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A Kissed Hand
There was no hint that he
would take my hand
and there plant a kiss.
There was no warning
that it would tingle first
and rush to my very center;
the brush of soft lips
I think
the unusualness,
the velvety breath
those eyes of his
looking up as he placed
his mouth there lingering
which too
caused another rush
rudding my cheeks
to crimson hue.
No one kisses hands these days
but he did;
and I so suprized I almost curtised
but flummoxed instead I
placed my hand
on his adoring cheek
planting there
my own kiss;
a gesture proffered
but meantime he
took my hand
and placed it upon his other cheek-
a startling match between hand and kiss
was all it took
for romance to begin-
no matter how far any romance might go-
because in love
much is to be said for perfect beginnings
and small gestures.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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A Blinding Beauty
Stay still so I can admire your portraits
You gazed at me like an angel who will never wake up
Your eyes are blurred with messages and regrets
And your wet lips are warm, pumped up
Delicious and sweet.
Look at me again; I will not touch you
However, I will visualize your hair all over my thighs
And my eyes drowning in a world of fantasy
Your eyelids are extraordinary and smooth
And me momentarily in ecstasy.
The kisses that I want to lay on your cheeks
The irresistible melodies that I hear
You and me lying on the ashes here
Like two brutally murdered drunkards.
Your tongue is decorated with strawberries at springtime
Oh! Cupid, women are always colored
Like the folios that faded away with time
Oh! You are exquisite and well painted.
Let me dream, do not wake me up
Let me sleep in my imagination
Let me die in your seductive illumination
You are very chic in my dreams, you are my passion.
You are gentler than a rose
So sweet that you've become a pretty thing
The phantom that was staring
At me after the evening of debauch.
poem by Hebert Logerie
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One Little Kiss
One little kiss, infinitely sweet,
Is all I'm asking for.
Without that kiss I'll taste defeat,
One little kiss, please I implore.
One little kiss from your red lips,
Sweeter than any wine.
Will have me doing backwards flips,
And tell me that your'e mine.
One little kiss, just on the cheek,
I'm not that brazen yet.
That's all the comfort that I seek,
One little kiss, yes, just like that.
poem by Juan Olivarez
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Prose to a Rose
Such A flower is the rose
Its colour bursting red
Such a flower if the rose
The flower of passion the poets often said
I could gaze upon its beauty
And not lift thine eyes
And when it closes its petals to go to sleep
A tear of sadness rises in my eyes
Such a flower is the rose
For it reminds me of you my dear
When ever I gaze upon a rose
It makes me wish you were here
Its petals are soft as thy skin
The colour like your lips
Its fragrance is sweet and pure
Like the flavor of your kiss
Such a flower is the rose it beauty
Has been endless through out time
And when ever I see a rose be reassured my love
You are for ever on my mind
poem by John A. Hancock
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I Love The Smell Of Maggie In The Morning
To wake with you each morning,
Such a pleasant thought that is.
Waking on a winter's day,
for winter becomes the bedroom,
waking with you beside me in your bed,
my arms embracing you
gently from behind.
Your body warming mine.
Your hair against my cheek.
Your fragrance in my breath.
The taste of you still on my lips.
And last night's memory of you
stirring in my groin.
You wake and, smiling sleepily,
turn into me and peck softly at my mouth,
with merest touch of tongue,
for ours are morning breaths.
Then, fondling with your eyes in bed,
and touching a finger to my cheek,
you bite your bottom lip
and barely, ever so slightly,
shake your head.
poem by Red O'Mara
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Not Always What We Seek
After you'd got on
the school bus
and sat down
in one of the side seats
Jane said
who did you fight with
in the playground
lunchtime?
Woolgar
you said
he pushed me over
against the wire fence
and I got up
and went for him
she looked disappointed
I didn't think
you could be violent
she said
I'm not usually
but it was an automatic
response to being
pushed over
you said
my daddy said
one should turn
the other cheek
especially if you're a Christian
she said softly
the school bus
started up
and took off down
the school drive
sorry
you said
but the creep
got under my skin
and if you let them
get away with it once
they'll always do it
she gazed at you
then out
of the window
at the passing shops
and buildings
of the town
were you watching?
you asked
yes I saw you
from the girl's playground
she muttered
not looking round
guess it looked
kind of bad
yes it did
she turned
and looked at you
but at least
you don't do it
all the time
she said
and touched
your hand
with hers
and you felt sad
inside that you'd
made her feel like that
and you saw
how lovely her
dark eyes were
how there seemed
to be a mini universe
in them with their own
galaxies and stars
and moons
next time I'll think twice
you said
before hitting
the other boy
she nodded
and smiled
and her hand
squeezed yours
her skin soft and warm
her hair black
and drawn back
into a ponytail
sitting there
beside you
her grey school skirt
and jumper
and white blouse
the neck open
the sight
of her throat
and you wanting
to kiss but not doing so
her neck
her skin
the feel
of her hair
against your cheek
sometimes
you thought
we can't have
what we seek.
poem by Terry Collett
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The Rose
This immortal rose that lovers seek
will be glimpsed by all in youthful peak
for her presence will be on every corner.
And those who confuse that heady perfume
with a lust for love,
will only find winter in an unknown heart
for beauty was always a fragile thing.
We who have seen this gift from above
will always get burned by its light.
The poet and the painter
have perfumed our existence
with loves testimony to this.
The pain and tears fall on empty shield
for love will break your heart
but when we reach out to hold the rose
picked from these fields of hope,
a moment in life unfurls,
love will kiss your soul
and the world belongs to you.
Fleeting are the petals of time
the rose is a symbol to love.
For others it is the pain of life,
to find and lose this immortal gift
leaves a desert where life cannot breathe.
The laughter replaced by silence
the smile that is kept in darkness,
the kiss exiled to the memory.
Love is lost in the deepest pit
of your despair,
the thorns will bleed your soul red
but she can never die.
Love will always leave a spark
that will lead you to redemption
and only death can take this from you.
The rose was never yours to pick
but its creation yours to admire
for your being was made for this.
And as our mortal bodies die
the spirit will seek the rose once more
for in death its petals fall too
blessing the ground of your resting place.
The rose was always yours
and its beauty a source of life
the chains of doubt will always
break in its presence.
The rose is pure
as is your faith in mankind.
It can show you a deeper meaning
for you are the petals of life
she is the perfume of your existence
and it is you that made her life complete.
poem by Steven Cooke
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A kiss
A kiss can be for good or bad
It’s known to drive a person mad.
When Judas betrayed his savior
For thirty pieces of silver
He singled Christ out so to speak
By planting a kiss on his cheek.
Then of course there’s Pygmalion
Who fell in love with what he hewn
Galatea so cold and white
He kissed her lips and brought to life.
Sometimes we kiss to right a wrong
Sometimes it’s mentioned in a song
But after all a kiss a kiss
Expressed in fourteen rhymed verses.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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My Girl Is a Kiss Machine
My girl is kiss machine
Her kiss very sweet
Like a flower in the sun
Which comes here to greet
Every time she meets me
she kisses on my face
and then she guides me
back to those sunny days
when clouds were lieng
at the bottom of my feet
My girl is kiss machine
Her kiss very sweet
She kisses on my cheek
kisses on my fingure tips
She kisses on my chin
kisses with her lucky lips
Every time she kisses
it gets sweeter by a bit
My girl is kiss machine
Her kiss very sweet
Whenever i feel like crieng
she kisses on my eye
Makes all my sorrows none
and I can see them fly
I am always on my toes
wishing that she meets
My girl is kiss machine
Her kiss very sweet
When I say I am leaving
she kisses very hard
And makes it harder for me
to leave her in the yard
Thats why I am saying
She is best thing in my kit
My girl is kiss machine
Her kiss very sweet
poem by Giram Vishal
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A Dream Part One
laying there in the moring sun
thinking of you pericious one
cheek to cheek
hand to hand
eye to eye
lip to lip
I see the beauty in you
god your beautiful
your touch
you lips
your smile
your eyes
I love that about you
when we touch
when we make hug
when we make love
our body's become's one
I want you
I need you
I long for you
I love you
But I have to go now
this is only a dream
maybe in reality
we could be
together as one
the way it should be
goodbye lover
I'll see you
In my dreams
But not in reality
So, so, rock-a-by so!
So, so, rock-a-by so!
Off to the garden where dreamikins grow;
And here is a kiss on your winkyblink eyes,
And here is a kiss on your dimpledown cheek
And here is a kiss for the treasure that lies
In the beautiful garden way up in the skies
Which you seek.
Now mind these three kisses wherever you go -
So, so, rock-a-by so!
There's one little fumfay who lives there, I know,
For he dances all night where the dreamikins grow;
I send him this kiss on your droopydrop eyes,
I send him this kiss on your rosyred cheek.
And here is a kiss for the dream that shall rise
When the fumfay shall dance in those far-away skies
Which you seek.
Be sure that you pay those three kisses you owe -
So, so, rock-a-by so!
And, by-low, as you rock-a-by go,
Don't forget mother who loveth you so!
And here is her kiss on your weepydeep eyes,
And here is her kiss on your peachypink cheek,
And here is her kiss for the dreamland that lies
Like a babe on the breast of those far-away skies
Which you seek -
The blinkywink garden where dreamikins grow -
So, so, rock-a-by so!
poem by Eugene Field
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Snowpowder
Snowpowder sprinkled in my hair
I reach for her, but she’s not there.
Her soft golden hair, no longer by my side,
her emerald eyes, that for me were blind.
Deep pools of green, I can’t deny.
Her skis are gone, the track is fresh,
the first ripples of pain, stir beneath my breast.
From this moment forth, I’ll know no rest.
A single tear lies upon my cheek
A silver pear; a glistening streak
My heart is broken, I cannot speak.
I can see her face within the mist
still see her smile
that from enjoyment grew
still see the pleasure
within her eyes, that I once knew.
I can see the movement of her lips
those tender lips when she spoke to me
the feel of them that set me free.
I hear her laughter on the wind
a honey sweet voice like morning dew.
So clear and still hanging on the breeze
it stirs my heart, sucks forth my breath.
Snowpowder sprinkled in my hair
Desperation, Grief, Despair.
A silent cry an inward tear
a choked-up so bursting from within
a heart-reaching moan
that split the air.
My hand she took in a last embrace
with a parting kiss she sealed my fate
my body rocks, now convulsively shakes.
The sun is bright now, sky cream white blue
but my heart is cold still, dead through you.
Our love was strong once wild and free.
Like a flower growing in scorching desert sands
the fragrance of it, captivated me.
The beauty withers
Its time is past.
The seeds are sown
Some may last.
Alone in the snow
This life I part.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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