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Playful Kisses Silken Caresses of Eucalyptus

Fain fondling
gentle bites
playful kisses
silken caresses of eucalyptus
sooth our ardent flesh

Every faint brush
every slow wandering touch
Emollient fingers showcase
the harp's alert and nimble precision

Head full of heat lightning
systems flooded with passion
caught in a carnal phantasmagoria
surveying the supple curvature of
your flexible figure

Columbine thighs!
Clovery Pubis!
Dainty breasts of down
and toothsome plumb
Oh the Oasis surrounding the areola!
moist mouth like a
divine desert mirage,
thirsty kisses satisfy
a salivating hunger

Connubial cricket chirp
you seduce even the silence
with your soft song
of soughs and currs.

O alone with you!
holding you in my arms,
the way the wounded infantryman
clutches his rifle in the trenches of combat
amidst the hellish shelling and strafe.
As gentle as the somnolent infant is cradled
amid the throws and strife of an inarticulate hunger.
hands drizzling
spring's warmth
'cross your bare midwinter-midriff,
finger tips drifting as lightly
as the last fallen raindrop.

poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Story of a Kiss

This is the story of a kiss
Sometimes heated with passion
Leaving lovers hot and wanting more
At times gentle and sweet
Full of feeling and unspoken words

Playful kisses between friend
Romantic kisses for lovers
Loving kisses from mothers
Awkward kisses too

A kiss in spring, when new love blooms
Summer time kisses, a time for play
Autumn kisses, as the leaves fall around us
Heated kisses in winter, among a snowflake blizzard

Cloudy day kiss, as the rain comes pouring down
Forbidden kiss, dark and full of passion
Vampire kiss, biting and sensational

Give me a secret kiss, just one between you and me
Kiss me at midnight on New Year's Eve
And under the mistletoe at Christmas
Under a starry sky, with no one watching but the moon

A slip of the tongue would do no harm
For a different kind of kiss
So many types of kisses that I wish to try
And I wish to try them all with you
Just please, don't kiss and tell

poem by DiAnne Douglass
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Touch

Touch

To a loved family member…
a caress, a touch
A loving hand on ones knees
Can convey e’er so much
Just a soft gentle squeeze

To a child….
A finger’s soft glide
Down child’s turned up nose
Can start the slow slide
Into dreamland repose

To a friend…
Friendly pat on the shoulder
Gentle nudge in the side
Head lain on one’s shoulder
Floods one’s heart like the tide

To a real close friend…
Tips brushing closed eyelids
Arms tightly clasping
Rough sheets on one’s back
Fast breath slightly gasping

To a really, really close friend……
Fingers entwined,
palms ardently pressed
Palms kneading one’s back
Lips brushing soft breasts

To close..
Every being needs
The sensation of touch
And a surfeit of hugs
Could ne’er be too much

poem by David Whalen
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There Will Be Images

in the mirages
amidst the desert heat
there will be images
fifty or so
for one real tiger
multiplying all the
fears of being
devoured
in the hunger of
its mouth
and the sharpness of
its fangs

this is the hunger of the mind
amidst the heat of the quest
for knowledge and truth
in the rush
what is open for viewing
is the scenery of lies

the key to the door
is the night of peace
the moon in full view
to the eyes that weep

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hunger For The Flesh

Spare a thought for the souls
Who cannot leave this earth
The attachments bind so tightly, not a chance
Not a chance of a new birth
The river gently beckons
But the answer is no
Gripping their illusions
They cannot let them go
Hunger for the flesh
Leads them to a weaker heart
Mortals who imprisoned themselves
Let them have a new start
Wishing to hold onto life and all its games
Singing their lament song
Holding back the change
They came here for to dance
To learn and not to cling
Holding onto life
As if it were the important thing
Hunger for the flesh
Hunger for security
Caught up in the mesh
Caught up for eternity
Hunger for the flesh
Hunger for security
Caught up in the mesh
Caught up for eternity
The river gently beckons
But the answer is no
Gripping their illusions
They cannot let them go
Hunger for the flesh
Leads them to a weaker heart
Mortals who imprison themselves
Let them have a new start
Let them have a new start
Hunger for the flesh
Hunger for security
Caught up in the mesh
Caught up for eternity
Hunger for the flesh
Hunger for security
Caught up in the mesh
Holding back the change

song performed by by Howard Jones
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Two Lovers In Their Happy Silence

morning
shower
oh the gentle
baby fingers
of slow
rhythm

breaths of
a virgin
touch of
new spring

love shower
upon my groin
how can two
be lonely?

how can silence
be threatening?
the silence of
two bodies
crawling upon
each others
arms, breasts
thighs

sea waves upon
the laps of the
shores
foams on top
of this
turbulence

love erupting
skies opening the
gates of
love songs

upon the calm face
of the blue sea
when the sun fades
sleep closes
in those smiling eyes

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Warmth

Pull over
Let me do all the work
Chorus
My hands wrapped around
Stroking up and down
But nothing can compare to
The warmth of my mouth
I love every sound you make
When I'm down
Nothing can prepare you for
The Warmth of my
Verse 1
Mouth against your mouth
Getting you aroused
Whisper in your ear
I think I'll take it further south
Kissing on your neck
Rubbing on your leg
Slide a little further up
I feel you get erect
And now we're flesh against flesh
Breathing on your chest
So anxious to touch it
My mouth is getting wet
Just like the water from the shore
Let your rain pour
Baby brace yourself for
Chorus 2
My hands wrapped around
Stroking up and down (let's see how long you can last inside)
But nothing can compare to the warmth of my mouth
I love every sound you make
When I'm down (Just hear the water splash about)
But nothing can prepare you for
The warmth of my mouth
No place warmer than my mouth....
Bridge
Start off slow
Circles
Then deeper and deep it goes
Kisses so sensual
Tasteful
I love giving you a show
The warmth of my...
Do you like that?
Now it's my turn

song performed by by Janet Jackson
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Bianca

Her cheeks are hot, her cheeks are white;
The white girl hardly breathes to-night,
So faint the pulses come and go,
That waken to a smouldering glow
The morbid faintness of her white.

What drowsing heats of sense, desire
Longing and languorous, the fire
Of what white ashes, subtly mesh
The fascination of her flesh
Into a breathing web of fire?

Only her eyes, only her mouth,
Live, in the agony of drouth,
Athirst for that which may not be:
The desert of virginity
Aches in the hotness of her mouth.

I take her hands into my hands,
Silently, and she understands;
I set my lips upon her lips;
Shuddering to her finger-tips
She strains my hands within her hands.

I set my lips on hers; they close
Into a false and phantom rose;
Upon her thirsting lips I rain
A flood of kisses, and in vain;
Her lips inexorably close.

Through her closed lips that cling to mine,
Her hands that hold me and entwine,
Her body that abondoned lies,
Rigid with sterile ecstasies,
A shiver knits her flesh to mine.

Life sucks into a mist remote
Her fainting lips, her throbbing throat;
Her lips that open to my lips,
And, hot against her finger-tips,
The pulses leaping in her throat.

poem by Arthur Symons
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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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Playful Fingers…

He kisses me like a caterpillar
Curling in a sun aroused flower
So playful is his desire his ardour
My carpel wishes are to enclose
Around that: wincing thorn of pleasure.
To entrap alone his stamens tongue!
Amidst; the sepal-hips of my thighs
Now to cocoon, locked, playful fingers
And petal wings together.

poem by Mark Heathcote
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Our Little Girl

Her heart knew naught of sorrow,
Nor the vaguest taint of sin--
'Twas an ever-blooming blossom
Of the purity within:
And her hands knew only touches
Of the mother's gentle care,
And the kisses and caresses
Through the interludes of prayer.

Her baby-feet had journeyed
Such a little distance here,
They could have found no briers
In the path to interfere;
The little cross she carried
Could not weary her, we know,
For it lay as lightly on her
As a shadow on the snow.

And yet the way before us--
O how empty now and drear!--
How ev'n the dews of roses
Seem as dripping tears for her!
And the song-birds all seem crying,
As the winds cry and the rain,
All sobbingly,--'We want--we want
Our little girl again!'

poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Heart Yearns

Your hands a ladies hands
manicured fingers long and slender.
Each displaying a balance a supple
delicate care free fascinating grace.
Texture fashionable taunting tasty
beautiful blessing bountifully given.
By our loving master father.

Heart yearns to hold such hands carefully
gently lovingly with cupped skill.
As given while holding monarch butterfly.
Appreciably protective though never
as confining cage gilded bars.
Freed to glide playful cooling zephyr
whenever freedom’s fickle need
arises within soft tendered soul.

A form wonder
those soft subtle
hands that fit
my own hands
as length exact
matched pair.

So amazed astounded completely.
Inviting entrancing curve
of your warm welcoming thighs
are as soft and full to me.
As psalms benediction prayer;
offered up as hosannas by myriads
of appreciative angels upon altar.
To Jehovah the most high.
To Adonai divine eternal Creator.

The love I hold
for you embraces
breathtakingly
like an empyrean
urgent siren desire.
Felt when I’m held
in paired paradise
fire of your heartfelt
feeling enfolding arms.

Your neck
noble feminine
long gracefully
arching
upward
heavenward

thus your
longing lips
may quench
hunger
felt within by
fevered mine.

Behold classical
sculptured arms
those thin minstrels
porcelain phantom
slender firm limbs
grace lure typical.

Classifying
a well bred
genteel lady.
A comfort
fondling
enclosing
caressing
beloved
deified me.

Love engulfs
my purged heart.
When those
beautiful
magical
proportioned
limbs.

Reach out
drawing me
ever in
to first
heated
heartfelt
embraces.

My heart my hands
my arms are lost
alone desolate.
When parted from thee.
When thou art, absent,
unable to love me,
comfort me, dear.
My days waste
in deep despair.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Beneath Full Waxed Moon

Tonight full waxed moon gleaming, dreaming, steaming.
Tongues are fulla hot summer lovers omen signs
erotic lines seductively flow in undressed rhymes
as capricorn woman and I glow beneath silver moon.
Atmosphere grows charged with sex within room.

Tonight full waxed moon gleaming, dreaming, steaming.
Sky is full laced with starry shining spaces
desire covers our breath covering dark faces
cry of the wolf fills out chanting sky
passion gazes fill our natures lustful eye.

Tonight full waxed moon gleaming, dreaming, steaming
our bodies are but part of ceremonial bout.
Fiery temperature leaves no room for doubt
bare our bodies lay smoldering with hunger
dancing kisses tempt their fresh flesh plunder.

Tonight full waxed moon gleaming, dreaming, steaming.
Our room sways and throws as we gather embrace.
Flesh upon flesh gain the first dripping taste.
Scent of passion something primeval does invade
as we fall ground together within potent body parade.

Tonight full waxed moon gleaming, dreaming, steaming.
Lost within black hair, breast, ribs and thighs.
Bodies rise and fall and steamy smoke ring flies
as lovers shoot the stars running to ignite
joined in intimate embrace althrough the night.

Tonight full waxed moon gleaming, dreaming, steaming.
Flesh and flesh and flesh hearts will beg to burst
push and grunt, gasp and groan to quench thirst.
Heaving to satisfy, gratify the full blooded moon
where lovers at last will lie satisfied within room.

Tonight full waxed moon gleaming, dreaming, steaming.
This wall of lovers words I draw upon to write.
Was it merely fiction of happening last night
shall her flower song or full moon provide clue.
Answer this party if lover or dream was true.

poem by Wayne Falconer
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Krisco Kisses

(gill/johnson/nash/otoole)
*thunder thunder
I love that thunder- yeah
Hunger hunger
You feed my hunger - yeah
Hunger hunger
**take it to the top my love
Lets take it to the top
With a fist way past the rest
Take it to the top
***you fit me like a glove, my love
You fit me like a glove
Be my friend my be-bop
Take it to the top my love
****krisco kisses, kisses
Never misses, misses
Krisco kisses, kisses
You can take it up, up and up
*(repeat)
**(repeat)
You fit me like a glove my love
My little puppet glove
Be my friend, my be-bop
Take it to the top, my love oh
Yeah
****(repeat)
Higher, higher
I love that thunder
You feed my hunger
Higher, higher
I love that thunder
You feed my hunger
Hunger, hunger
Hunger, hunger
Hunger, hunger
You fit me like a glove my love
You fit me like a glove
You fit me like a glove my love
You fit me like a glove
***(repeat)
****(repeat)

song performed by by Frankie Goes To Hollywood
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Sculptor

he first sculpted a very shapely body of a woman
thin arms, slender body, soft fingers,
porcelain smooth skin
supple breasts
complete with a face
and other
body parts to the last detail
possible

then he sculpted the man
the usual man with strong arms
gentle eyes and well chiseled
thighs
complete with a face
and other body parts to the last detail
possible

he is so kind enough
to leave the two
in the privacy
of their new found existence
that his chisels
and hammers gave them

despite the fact
that he is gay

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Take This Body

Take this body, my love,
my body, my love,
feel my knees and my arms,
feel my fingers on your hair,
cold fingers, sad fingers,
kiss my mouth, my love,
ever so gently
caressing my chest and stroking my hair,
play with it-whatever is left of it-
I'm sad, my love,
and as I hear you laugh,
I feel the water around my eyes,
my brown eyes, the eyes of a poet,
the eyes of a stranger-
I'm a stranger, my love,
I'm a stranger in a strange land
of secret kisses and lovelorn faces,
of cold bodies huddled together,
hiding behind stiff dresses
and tightly fitting jeans,
I'm a stranger to a kiss,
I'm a stranger to a moist mouth
and a playful tongue,
I'm a stranger to a warm breast,
I stand here bespectacled and confused,
scratching my scraggly beard,
forcing a faint smile-
there is so much pain, my love,
right here in the palm of my hand,
right here in the lump of my throat,
right here in the tightness of my chest,
I'm strung like an instrument
with shrunken testicles
and immobilized toes-
see me tremble, my love,
see me shed a tear
onto this dusty world-
I'm with you, my love,
I'm with you alone,
I'm with you in embrace
of tender passion,
I'm in love with you
and that's why
I'm full of
tears.

poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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The Other Side of the Page

I pass to the other side of the page.
-Pablo Neruda

On the other side of the page
where the last days go,
where the lost poems go,
where the forgotten dreams
breaking up like morning fog

go
go
go

I am preparing myself for death.

I am teaching myself emptiness:
the gambler's hunger for love,
the nun's hunger for God,
the child's hunger for chocolate
in the brown hours
of the dark.

I am teaching myself love:
the lean love of marble
kissed away by rain,
the cold kisses of snow crystals
on granite grave markers,

the soul kisses of snow
as it melts in the spring.

On the other side of the page
I lie making a snow angel
with the arcs
of my arms.

I lie like a fallen skier
who never wants to get up.

I lie with my poles, my pens
flung around me in the snow
too far to reach.

The snow seeps
into the hollows of my bones
& the calcium white of the page
silts me in like a fossil.

I am fixed in my longing for speech,
I am buried in the snowbank of my poems,
I am here where you find me

dead

on the other side of the page.

poem by Erica Jong
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The Ultimate Tenderness

In these long days
Of summery heat
Stirring passionate desire,
I could live like a modern savage
Feasting deliriously on your flesh,
Wild ceaseless kisses upon your neck,
Your lipstick mouth deliciously wet,
Your body spread open naked for me
On a clean white bed sheet,
Your soft silk-like hands
Finding my manhood,
Guiding me into lovely warm currents
Of feminine fluid
Where I can drown intoxicated
Biting your thighs
Until my mouth discovers
The ultimate tenderness.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
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For My Lady

My boat sails stormy seas
Battles oceans filled with tears
At last my ports in view
Now that Ive discovered you
Oh Id give my life so lightly
For my gentle lady
Give it freely and completely
To my lady
As life goes drifting by
Like a breeze shell gently sigh
And slowly bow her head
Then youll hear her softly cry.
Oh Id give my life so lightly
For my gentle lady
Give it freely and completely
To my lady
Words that you say when were alone
Though actions speak louder than words
But all I can say is I love you so
To drive away all my hurt
Oh Id give my life so lightly
For my gentle lady
Give it freely and completely
To my lady
Set sail before the sun
Feel the warmth thats just begun
Share each and every dream
They belong to everyone.
Oh Id give my life so lightly
For my gentle lady
Give it freely and completely
To my lady

song performed by by Moody Blues
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An Improver

Maisie's been holding down her head all day,
Her little red head. And her pointed chin
Rests on her neck that slips so softly in
The square-cut low-necked darling dress she made
In such a way, since it's high-waisted too,
It lets you guess how fair young breasts begin
Under the gentle pleasant folds of blue.
But on the roof at lunchtime when the sun
Shone warmly and the wind was blowing free
She lifted up her head to let me see
A little rosy mark beneath the chin—
The mark of kisses. If her mother knew
She'd be ashamed, but a girl-friend like me
Made her feel proud to show her kisses to.

poem by Lesbia Harford
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Face

When I see your
Dimpled smile :)
Twinkling* eyes
Glistening grin!
Naughty wink ;)
And the stubbled chin
Of a day old shave.

I feel like making love
To your Adonis Face
With kisses and caresses.

Tracing you with my
Touches...through the
Ruffles of your hair
The contours of your
Visage ~ to the
Curls on your nape
Down the deep trenches
Of your tempting throat.

What?

Not Satiated?

Want a bit more?

But remember,
It was all about
Making love to your Face!

OK.

A little low down.

Let me see ;)
What I can do
With my hands
And mouth:
On those Tips
Of your
Matted Chest.

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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