Toes and Knees
If my toes could kiss
they would;
they would curl coyly
and touch your shin
and work they way north.
If my toes could have sex
they would
and they would have my foot
kissed
and seek your mouth.
'I'm toe-sensitive
too-sensitive
and I can't really tell anyone.'
he said.
She said;
Well, that is interesting;
here is my secret spot;
the back of my knee
stroked softly.
Is your toe free?
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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To be sensitive
As sensitive, I am neither tolerant nor patient.
As sensitive, I am neither neutral nor indifferent.
As sensitive, I am either a rose or a cactus.
Whose fault is it that I am sensitive?
24.05.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Toes
The current is strong from what I've heard
It'll whisk you down the stream
But I never seem to have the time
So my toes just touch the water
So my toes just touch the water
Daydreamed on the bank again
I was swimming with the fish
And I thought this time that it may be true
But my toes just touched the water
But my toes just touched the water
But my toes just touched the water
Walked a mile just to find the edge
Some place low enough
To step right in
Now I'm here and I can't begin
To move
Walked a mile just to find the edge
Some place low enough
To step right in
Now I'm here and I can't begin
To move
That spoiled sun up over there
Always has to have its way
And now I know that the river's there to shelter me
But my toes just touch the water
But my toes just touch the water
But my toes just touch the water
song performed by by Norah Jones
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Kiss me.
kiss me and make the sorrowful pain go away
kiss me and tell me everything will soon be okay
kiss me and hold me tightly close to you
kiss me and whisper sweet words that are true
kiss me and and lay me on the bed
kiss me from my toes to my head
kiss me here and kiss me there
kiss me all over and anywhere
kiss me softly
and kiss me hardly
kiss me from ear to ear
kiss me after wipe my tear
kiss me kiss me kiss me more
and if you can't do that at least for once let me through the door
poem by Jason Yarkie
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Give Up Smoking Tobacco
A traveller walks with crutches,
passing by me with one leg stretches,
Other leg amputated above the knee,
Enquired I, Why? How?
Said he, one toe became black,
Reduced blood circulation to the little toe
and circulation to adjacent toes
also getting cut;
The history is that he was a smoker
of Beedi - rolled tobacco leaves -
Smoking of Beedi leads to narrowing of blood vessels
supplying the toes, results in clotting of blood;
The toes get gangrenous,
tissue death extends towards the hip
necessitating in amputation
of toes to midthigh;
Give up smoking tobacco
to escape from death of tissues
and removal of toes and lower limbs,
GIVE UP SMOKING TOBACCO!
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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Beware of men who cry. It's true that men who cry are sensitive to and in touch with feelings, but the only feelings they tend to be sensitive to and in touch with are their own.
quote by Nora Ephron
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Ooo Baby Your Mojo Overloads
My blood boils,
And my pressure rises.
My heart thumps,
And my throat gets lumpy.
My legs feel weak,
And my feet can't lead me.
I want to go,
But I'm moping like a dope!
Ooo baby your mojo overloads.
Whatever it is,
You've got me snacking on that!
And,
Ooo baby your mojo overloads.
My toes curl up,
And you've got my opened nose!
My blood boils,
And my pressure rises.
My heart thumps,
And my throat gets lumpy.
My legs feel weak,
And my feet can't lead me.
I want to go,
But I'm moping like a dope!
Like a yo-oh-oh-yo!
Oh baby your mojo overloads.
Whatever it is,
You've got me snacking on that!
And,
Ooo baby your mojo overloads.
My toes curl up,
And you've got my opened nose!
Say,
Ooo baby your mojo overloads.
Whatever it is,
I want to snack on that!
Ooo baby your mojo overloads.
My toes curl up,
And you've got my opened nose!
My toes curl up,
And I know they show!
Ooo baby you're a mojo overloadah.
Like a smoke shoulder cooking,
Rotated and rolled.
Ooo baby you've got my heart and took over.
My toes curl up,
And I know they show!
Ooo baby you're a mojo overloadah.
Like a smoke shoulder cooking,
Rotated and rolled.
Ooo baby you've got my heart and took over.
My toes curl up,
And I know they show!
Ooo baby you're a mojo overloadah.
I'm afraid to stand 'cause I'll fall right over.
Yesss,
Ooo baby you're a mojo overloadah.
You've got me stirred up like a race car motor.
And,
Ooo baby you're a mojo overloadah.
I can float on water and not be in a boat!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Soul Kissed
Oh, to be soul-kissed
the deep kiss;
mouth brushing past
parted lips.
I can feel my body
unraveling
anticipation screaming
on Pouty Canvass Crimson.
I can feel the gathering,
we two crouching
uplifting;
Raptures shooting.
Touch we
the first touch
electric quiverings;
inward breath surging,
dizzying availings,
opened lungs,
toes curling.
I long for the Soul-Kiss.
I'm born to give
and receive it;
my tongue
it's starting place.
Hands upon the
Heart's Mast
I and It go Sailing;
Deep Seas and Velvet Harbors,
Journeys through the Musics
where Soul and Heart meet;
flutteringly
settling there
on Kissed Shores
where everything I am
is magnetized
and tingling.
I'm twirled inside out
in gauzy
dreamless dream
where breaths exchanged
plunge lung-deep
surging forth,
back, and between.
The Kiss of the Soul
speeds to my Heart standing
handkerchief waving
on Heaving Shore.
Dizzy;
Weakened Knees,
unable to stand
but, I do
it Againly.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Twinkle Toes
Written by roy orbison/bill dees
Hey boys, gather round boys, the money's right
Go down to low town for me tonight
Walk onto forty four and knockon that big black door
Lay some money on that man
And get the very best table you can
Well,there's a soul band's wailing behind the beat,
And they cook when the blue lights spin.
There's a go-go girl yeah,
She works it out,now.
Look when you walk in,
Yeah, yeah, yeah,yeah.everybody knows
To see her dance,now,my twinkletoes.
Well the people put my good baby down
Cos she comes from across the track
But twinkle toes and i got a good thing
And we don't look back
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
That's twinkle toes
Ah yeah my baby
My twinkle toes
Twinkle toes is dancing 'cos she's lonely
The world may take me very far away
Twinkle toes, she knows i love her only
But give her lovely times some lovely day
Hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey
Tell twinkle toes that i love her
But i've got a train that just won't wait
Tell twinkle toes i'm dreaming of her
I've tried to get by but it's too late, too late
Well i'm gone now boys and do have a good time
But don't forget me
If she thought i left without goodbye
I'd die in misery
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
She's twinkle toes
Tell her i love her
My twinkle toes
Yeah, twinkle toes,
Dance on and on girl.
I got...
You know i want you
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Well twinkletoes you know i love you
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Baby doll yeah, keep on dancing
Yeah, yeah, yeah,yeah
My twinkle toes...
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Summer Lovers
he kissed
her all over
from her mouth
to her toes
as though
she is an unknown
landscape
that he is exploring
on that day
she knows the heat
of the sun
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Goodnight Baby Love
Kiss those little
hands and feet.
Curl`ed toes
and fingers neat.
Little face
with rosebud lips.
Kiss babe all
to fingertips.
Kiss babes feet
sweet up to thumb.
Kiss as much
as you have done.
Kiss as much
as you are able.
Then lay love gently
in the cradle.
Sally Plumb
poem by Sally Plumb Plumb
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Perchance to Sleep
She remembers how he
Would watch her sleep
His eyes running over her
From toes to the top of her
Head and she pretending
To be asleep taking control
Of her breathing being the
Actress putting on a show
Keeping her limbs just so
And now and then to move
Them as she would in sleep
No doubt move a little shift
About and she recalls how
Once he touched her and
She had to keep utterly
Frozen her limbs stiff trying
To keep him out of her inner
Being and that touch he gave
Lingered over her thigh and
Then moved along it softly
As if he wanted to wake her
Gently not wake her in a start
Not to get all wound up and
Frightened and that time he
Nearly caught her out nearly
Broke up the acting put her
On the spot but she managed
To keep control of her nerves
And limbs and opened her
Mouth just so as to utter
Nonsense words sleep induced
Ramble and he took no notice
And she caught sight of him
Through a slit of her eyelids him
Standing there that stupid look
On his face his eyes wide and
The whites almost drowning
The dark pupils and now knowing
He was out of the room she can
Open her eyes and breathe out
And sniff the air and sense he'd
Been standing there the smell
Of his cigarette breath and his
Lack of personal hygiene and
She moves her limbs and her
Jaw and wiggles her nose and
Toes preparing herself for when
He comes back and she resumes
The show not wanting sex with
Him but not wanting him to know.
poem by Terry Collett
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Sensitive, humbug. Everybody thinks I'm sensitive. Wait until they hear my new album.
quote by Carole King
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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The Nape Of My Neck
The nape of my neck has prickly hairs,
sensitive to touch.
I'd give anything to stop my urge
to want it so darn much.
Better I scarve it then leave it bare,
better not to feel
anything that can make it sensitive
so my heart will heal.
Remember the touch. Remember the feel.
Remember the hairs on your neck
And then try and release it.
Keep those feelings in check.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Poets, we know, are terribly sensitive people, and in my observation one of the things they are most sensitive about is money.
quote by Robert Penn Warren
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To be womanly is one thing, and one only; it is to be sensitive to man, to be highly endowed with the sex instinct; to be manly is to be sensitive to woman.
quote by Jane Harrison
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We cannot be more sensitive to pleasure without being more sensitive to pain.
quote by Alan Watts
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Men are just as sensitive, and in some ways more sensitive, than women are.
quote by Barbara de Angelis
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Sensitive To Light
I was feelin rather good
Shouldve touched some wood
Here she comes again
Reachin out to bend my ear
Shes worth another look
All the time it took
Pleasin to the eye
How can I just disappear, oh
It aint clear, no
Shes a bright and shining star
But I just must be sensitive to light
Oh I just might, yeah
I could have let her in
Give her just a spin
Let her think its love
Better rise above it all
Shes knockin at the door
Seems to want some more
Never gets the clue
What am I to do shell fall
And she might call, oh no
Shes a bright and shining star
But I just must be sensitive to light
Oh, I just know
She could do me well
I can always tell
Shes ready for the kill
But I think that I will go, no
Sure Im gonna see
Something just for me
Till it comes along
When its feelin wrong Ill know
Gotta take it slow, yeah
Shes a bright and shining star
But I just must be sensitive to light
Oh, I might, yeah
Shes a bright and blazing star
But I just must be sensitive to light, yeah
Sensitive to light, ooooh
song performed by by Rainbow
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The Sensitive Kind
Dont take her for granted, she had
A hard time
Dont misunderstand her or play
With her mind
Treat her so gently, it will pay you
In time
Youve gotta know shes the
Sensitive kind
Tell her you love her each and
Every night
You will discover she will treat
You right
If you believe, I know you will find
There aint nothin like the
Sensitive kind
She gets so lonely waitin for you
You are the only thing to help
Her through
Dont take her for granted
She has a hard time
You got to know shes the
Sensitive kind
You got to know shes the
Sensitive kind
song performed by by Santana
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Curl
You curl, you know how to curl,
Yes you know a curl in your hair
And you curl yourself like a
Hair, in your bed,
It is so cold and no one
Sleeps here
No one comes
There is no hello
As guest and no
Hi to pretend
You are coming
Well, you curl, you know how to curl,
Like your hair,
This time, curl forever,
Nothing straight till the end,
Eternal curl,
Still
Touch it
It bounces and rebounces,
touch it again,
and be silent
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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