Love of Flavors
Preferences vary the same as arrays of attractions
Different flavors often cause interesting reactions
People in general react to the same stimulations
I in particular fall repeatedly for the same temptations
Cayenne pepper burns like your love on a hot day
Frozen Mojito's you made for me - served on a tray
Your lotion is slippery and smells of earth and rain
Leaving a slight shimmer on your skin I cannot constrain
The vague scent of your shower soap lingers in your hair
And my senses you set aflame each time I'm fully aware
The hint of fabric softener on the shirt you wear today
I embrace like a gift from you when close to me you stay
When driving to the coast I fall for the salty sea breeze
Imitating your sweat on my body while it's you I please
Being with you triggers my senses right now and when I dream
And alone with you your scent drives me to the extreme
Little pearls of your sweat I conceive like fluid for my soul
All of your flavors actually send me spinning out of control
© 2011
poem by Kristina Louisa Carr
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The rain is gone
You got wet clothes to dry
A face to wipe some droplets of rain
Some stains
On your breasts
Kissing stains
Some bluish marks
On your thighs
You always say
These things, stains and bluing
Happen
Because of the rain
The rain that refuses to leave at once
And you are caught to his embrace
You always say the rain
Is responsible, one season to blame
Why these things, these stains cling to your body
The thoughts of rain
Leaving
Saddens you now
How you wish the rain comes back
The stains caused by him smells and
The scent of sweat makes you sway, gives
You the feeling of
Stay, I love you, stay, do not go away.
Wonder, how the rain could have removed
The stains, smell, sweat, but you say
The rain causes it, he cannot leave you
He still has the fear of getting rainy wet.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Chemistry
I am aware of your arrival
Swallowing your presence from across the room
The black shirt against your tan
Your eyes searching, then stopping, resting, smiling
As in slow motion you walk towards me
Your jeans brushing lightly against your thighs
I know of the birth mark on your hip
Remembering pearls of sweat on your chest
My nostrils flare
The scent of you embossed in my memory
I'm drowning in the blue of your slightly closed eyes
I hear you sharply inhaling just for a second
Your hand on my hips claiming my body
Your cheek against mine, still for a moment
You speak 'Hi Love'
Your voice is trapped in my stomach
Held hostage in my heart
Ever so subtle I feel a time bomb
Starting the count down
Within my being
You smell of earth, soap, love, desire and rain
Face to face, the scent of us changes
Our breathing
Later - after conversing with friends
You're walking behind me
Aware of our departure
A brief stop at the elevator
The black shirt, black buttons on your chest
Your hands claiming my back
The ride home in silence but smiling
You - controlling the vibrations of the engine
Gently with all forces possible
Taking us home
Now pained by the agony of our physical separation
We are finally alone
We meet with intention
And become one as never been apart
© 2011
poem by Kristina Louisa Carr
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Sweat Drops
Sweat Drops
Sweat drops and sea waves
Are salty alike:
Manifestations of agility.
Purest drops fall down
From the forehead of labor,
But laziness and corpse never sweat.
On all the races are seen sweat dews,
On which fall the victory rays,
Creating the rainbows in the minds.
Mountaineers mount up
In the blue moonlight,
And down in the sweat drops.
Seeds sprout
In each fallen dropp in the field:
Sweat drops are life drops.
Sweat stream
Floats the failures away,
Depositing fresh joys on the shore.
poem by Fabiyas M V
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In The Air
Like fresh blossoming flowers on a spring day.
Her scent is in the air.
Like the smell of rain right before it pours down.
Her scent is in the air.
Like the aroma of a hot apple pie cooling on the window seal.
Her scent is in air.
I try to cover my nose with my shirt
but her scent seeps right through it.
It is in the air.
I try fanning it away
but the more I fan the stronger her scent lofts in the air.
I decide not to fight it anymore and I inhale her scent.
It first suffocates me but then it sustains me.
To me her scent is love and it is
In the air.
You Come To My Senses
I picture you on the beach
Lying in the sand
Out of reach of my trembling hands
I picture you in a car
Blonde hair in the wind
I picture you in my arms
And the touch of your skin
The smile on your face
The way that you taste
(chorus)
You come to my senses
Every time i close my eyes
I have no defenses
You come to my senses
I can't stop this ache inside
I have no defenses
You come to my senses
Driving home in the cold
January rain
I've got to find my way out of this pain
I reached for you in the night
I dreamed of your kiss
I woke before it got light
With your name on my lips
Alone in my bed
Your voice in my head
(chorus)
I picture you in my arms
And the touch of your skin
The smile on your face
The way that you taste
You come to my senses
Every time i close my eyes
I have no defenses
You come to my senses
I can't stop this ache inside
Oh, i have no defenses
You come to my senses
Ah...
song performed by by Chicago
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You Came To My Senses
I picture you on the beach
Lying in the sand
Out of reach of my trembling hands
I picture you in a car
Blonde hair in the wind
I picture you in my arms
And the touch of your skin
The smile on your face
The way that you taste
(chorus)
You come to my senses
Every time I close my eyes
I have no defenses
You come to my senses
I cant stop this ache inside
I have no defenses
You come to my senses
Driving home in the cold
January rain
Ive got to find my way out of this pain
I reached for you in the night
I dreamed of your kiss
I woke before it got light
With your name on my lips
Alone in my bed
Your voice in my head
(chorus)
I picture you in my arms
And the touch of your skin
The smile on your face
The way that you taste
You come to my senses
Every time I close my eyes
I have no defenses
You come to my senses
I cant stop this ache inside
Oh, I have no defenses
You come to my senses
Ah...
song performed by by Chicago
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Skin Hair…
Skin Hair…
Where else does the earth rise?
settle down with a fall,
cover with strand...
after other strand,
of hair curl,
loom adversely,
along the length,
along the breadth....
of a man, woman
where it is delicate, where it is private...
pronounced an' concealed.
on the face above the eyes,
like a brush of feathers,
above the lip,
a moustache…
eloquently trim,
tweezed eye browses,
hair flock grace the neck,
onto the back.
Along the shin,
Along the skin,
Smooth touch rendered,
Chill rising the hair follicles,
Desire burn,
In the shower wet with soap,
Silk fiber strand,
Run through fingers of a lover,
Relishing the sensations erect,
Tiny hair, almost as fur…
Souring along the back,
Trough upon the skin,
Collect scent of a love scene.
The skin here dark,
Chocolate born,
Wind caress these, both hair an' skin
Creature so supreme,
Conquer all but this, delicate
Feather brush of skin against skin,
Hair rise here thin,
Space of a love gaze seen,
Hair on skin….
poem by Merlin Mwaura
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Skin Hair
Skin Hair…
Where else does the earth rise?
settle down with a fall,
cover with strand...
after other strand,
of hair curl,
loom adversely,
along the length,
along the breadth....
of a man, woman
where it is delicate, where it is private...
pronounced an' concealed.
on the face above the eyes,
like a brush of feathers,
above the lip,
a moustache…
eloquently trim,
tweezed eye browses,
hair flock grace the neck,
onto the back.
Along the shin,
Along the skin,
Smooth touch rendered,
Chill rising the hair follicles,
Desire burn,
In the shower wet with soap,
Silk fiber strand,
Run through fingers of a lover,
Relishing the sensations erect,
Tiny hair, almost as fur…
Souring along the back,
Trough upon the skin,
Collect scent of a love scene.
The skin here dark,
Chocolate born,
Wind caress these, both hair an' skin
Creature so supreme,
Conquer all but this, delicate
Feather brush of skin against skin,
Hair rise here thin,
Space of a love gaze seen,
Hair on skin….
poem by Merlin Mwaura
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Your Scent
Your scent encases me
My second skin
It permeates everything
All at once satiating
While leaving me hungering for more
Leaving me open
Right down to my very core
Your scent encases me
Driving out the demons of memory
For new paths to be formed
Along their wake
Cementing new paintings in place
Ignoring the gossamer wings of time
So easily torn
Your scent encases me
My every breath waiting
To be set free
Time obliging, abiding
My whim
To be within your breath
Within your arms
Surrounded by the trail of your secret, your soul
Your scent encases me
Holding fast their silken bonds
And, oh rapture
To be held by such luxurious tethers
Held fast to your lust, your need
Only matched by the flames within my breast
The fires that only moments ago were mere embers
Slowly, your breath on my skin, your scent in my hair, come to life
Your scent encases me
I am left in darkness
No light does penetrate
My only salvation, your whispered words
I follow those sounds, those wisps of pure lust
My every breath taking in sweet passion
Your passion, my passion, our passion, as one we are once more.
poem by Joy Vanderhelm
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Flavors
*there was a red light coughing up a room of blood
And there were forecast seven inches of snow
And there were two tunes playing in my head at once
Arguing guitar and drums
There was a lover standing by a bed
With a cigarette burning in her hand
And there were moonbeams playing on her porcelain flesh
*i caught the arrow while it shot
Company cars and shoes were never meant to play the blues,
You were the only fool I ever wanted to make love to.
Even within my youth I denied I wanted to,
You were the only fool I ever wanted to make love to.
But as her bed made ? ? ?
And there were weak spots only she could detect
And as I rolled over to block the ? ? ?
? ? ?
There was a blue light the other side of the door
*and there were four cats stretching our their claws
And there were two lovers separated by the telephone.
Company cars and shoes were never meant to play the blues,
You were the only fool I ever wanted to make love to.
Even within my youth I denied I wanted to,
cos you were the only fool I ever wanted to make love to.
Your flavors are getting to me
Your flavors are getting to me
Your flavors are getting to me
Your flavors are getting to me
Your flavors
Your flavors
Your flavors
Your flavors
song performed by by Gomez
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Your Crowning Glory
Jet black hair, like rain.
So smooth, and smells so pleasant.
Gently touch my skin.
Your crowning glory,
Dance and sway in the sweet breeze...
Caught my attention.
I reach for your hair,
Play it between my fingers.
The fragrance lingers.
Babe, I love your hair
And I love you very much.
Today and always.
poem by Joan Wu Lang Pacinabo
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Blake said that the body was the soul's prison unless the five senses are fully developed and open. He considered the senses the 'windows of the soul.' When sex involves all the senses intensely, it can be like a mystical experence.
quote by Jim Morrison
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the smell of coffee and Fried chickens!
Our cultures have different flavors,
That may be liked or disliked,
Our nations have different smells,
That may be admired or disdained,
Our bodies have different odors,
That may attract or repel,
The human idea of selling flavors,
Really sell everywhere from the franchises.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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A Moment Well Spent
Nature opens itself more
To people who look deeply
Than to those that bother
Only to just see
She's a showoff, a braggart, exhibitionist,
A Grande Dame, a diva …yet
Her Bette Midler/Madonna persona
Is revealed to only people like me
People who not only glance at…
But cup blossoms lovingly in hand
Inhaling her essence
Breathing deep, her perfume so grand
She'll gift you her favors
If in turn you give your attention
Allow you to savor the flavors
With out a hint of pretention
But most miss her beauty
And tis such a sad thing to me
That they fail to look closely
Bother only to see
So I say, bury your nose in a rose
Surrender yourself in it's scent
Take the time to look closely
Twill be a moment well spent
poem by David Whalen
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Was it a Dream?
The feeling of your body next to mine
Was it all a Dream?
The love you once had for me
Was it all a Dream?
The kiss that made my lips quiver
Was it all a Dream?
The eyes that took my fears away
Was it all a Dream?
The beautiful scent that made me cry
Was it all a Dream?
The touch that made me feel so good
Was it all a Dream?
The voice that made me feel so safe
Was it all a Dream?
The embrace that made me want to stay
Was it all a Dream?
The times that I thought you were mine
Was it all a Dream?
poem by Jess Zapata
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Asking more
Whole body is asking more,
Never had it happened this before?
No lament and feel so sore,
May have some reasons therefore,
It is generating more heat,
Whole body demand something,
Nothing is in scarce but still seeks,
Feeling inside feeble and weak,
May be it has not fully rained,
Not poured with strength and drained,
In time of need always abstained,
Leaving behind worry and pain,
Not a slight or slow rain drops will do,
I am wanting then is also true,
But why it is so desperate? Have no clue,
Eyes up in sky to see could blue,
Only full rain with tremendous force,
Lightening, thunder with wind of course,
Strike at body with complete passion,
Not to be told but, it is frank admission,
Not a body but earth to long,
Ready to embrace with sultry song,
Whole area to come on with green grass,
Show for self and world its class,
Rain in short is the only answer,
Will come in force to enlighten soul,
Complete happiness with cool shower,
Body too may feel with shower fewer,
So time is answer and timely change,
One should adapt and timely arrange,
Nature responds with exact time and arrives,
It is we only be impatient and connive?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sonnet- God gave man superior senses
God made each man, with eyes to see clearly,
And ears to hear the sounds that Nature made,
And nose to smell the scent of things surely,
And gave him skin to touch the Earth he laid.
Man made his own gadgets and tools to tell,
Details of environs that him surround;
Nevertheless, the things he made all fell,
Quite off the mark his special senses found.
And to his surprise, man had realised,
God given Special Senses simply great;
And all the things he'd made were mammoth-sized,
Ashamed and yet, he accepts not his state.
Whatever, God our Master gave to Man,
No man surpass'd; at least equal it can.
poem by John Celes
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Working Up A Sweat
Aw, When you touch there, honey
Makes my blood perspire
You got my body flaming
Like a California fire
Pulsing, pounding, pushing
No longer in control
Heatwave in my brain
Smolder in my soul
You got me workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
I've been playing all night long
Time I was gettin' home
But I've got no place to get
Spontaneous combustion
Scientific fact
But your approach to friction
An unnatural act
Bells I hear ain't fire drills
I hope you understand
It's a bona fide five alarmer
Melting in my hand
You got me workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
I've been playing all night long
Time I was gettin' home
But I've got no place to get
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
Yeah, yeah
I've been playing all night long
'Bout time I was gettin' home
But I've, ooh
Dante's famed inferno
Was a trip to hell and back
But you and a bottle in a cheap hotel
Screams pyromaniac
Bandages came off today
Really feeling sick
The hardest part's explainin'
All those blisters on my - nose!
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
I've been playing all night long
Time I was gettin' home
But I've got no place to get
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
I've been playing all night long
'Bout time I was gettin' home
But I've, ooh
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Lullaby
In sleep, you keep lingering on
Blooming with the blossoming dawn-
My penetrating piece of mind
Pretending this time, fate is kind.
So now we go, let loose, sow seeds,
Plant in mother Earth what she needs;
Stewing synapses, boiling blood
Because we're playing in the mud.
Pockets of perfume in the air.
I act like I've been unaware,
But the scent sends itself to me.
Surrender my senses to thee.
My chances… They haven't been blown.
Together, we are now alone.
A breeze to please, breathe in, release.
Tension teases us toward peace.
There's something attractive in
The fire catching in your skin.
Cares caressed as we rest regrets,
There's no reason to be upset.
All the bad things: they disappear.
Through the smoke screen, the signal clears:
Glowing bright in the soft, low lights
Of the pyre we built tonight.
Soaked in your sweat and salty tears,
Dive deeper than the sea appears.
Washed over, riding on the waves
Feel how the rhythmic flow behaves.
Then when words waft with the current,
We will wonder where the time went.
Plunge back in, then splash, sink or swim;
Sink and swim, spasm of the limbs.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Me And The Sea
do not expect me to wear
a G-string when i decide to take my swim
i always go naked.
I like always to feel the sea
all over my body
i plunge myself
and feel the nakedness of the sea
too
it's water all over me
all around me
naked sea to my naked body
you know how it feels
it feels like the way we do it
you are the sea
and i am a body
you are a body
and i am the sea
so simple and yet
what a bliss
naked, deep, blue, watery
wet, slippery, salty,
sweat mixed with the salt of the sea
two naked bodies
feeling
salt, earth, sand, fire
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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