Finger Trips
finger tips
massage caress
circuitous
nips
eager edges rounding
reaching aching
outer lips
master baits
feline fetish fish
dragonfly dancing
on feather-landing
gasping, grasping
grips
Satiate
stroke tip slips
under cover cooing, crying
lower stiff upper lip;
tickling trickling
deluge drenching
flowing feline Frenching-kiss
Heart skip bliss
blowing bouncing boundless backflips,
serpentine successive
stiletto staccato licks
fumbling frenetic fantastic
for-raging
finger trips
copyright R. Resh 2007
poem by Randy Resh
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Sexy Feline Machine
Shes a funky feline machine
Crazy cat inside a dream
shes a hunny she stings like a bee
your the punk and shes the queen
shes an angel shes a dove
with a taste for a villans blood
packing heat strutting on the street
chew you up and make you meat
sexy feline machine
sexy feline machine
(shes a sexy feline machine)
sexy feline machine
sexy feline machine
(shes a sexy feline machine)
Shes a sexy feline machine
Shes a sexy feline machine
Shes a sexy feline machine
Shes a sexy feline machine
you cant stop her
ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya........
Shes a funky feline machine
Crazy cat inside a dream
shes a hunny she stings like a bee
your the punk and shes the queen
sexy feline machine
sexy feline machine
(shes a sexy feline machine)
sexy feline machine
sexy feline machine
(every thing is not as it seems)
sexy feline machine
sexy feline machine
(shes a sexy feline machine)
Shes a sexy feline machine
you cant stop her
ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya...........
(bow bow bow)
song performed by by Fat Joe
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Massage
Massage me with you lips,
place your hands softy,
rub me me with your finger tips,
put your body on mine,
tingle my skin with you thumbs,
find the knots to unwind,
kiss me to the end of time.
poem by Walter C. Edwards
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Kiss and make love
Touching lips like a butterfly
Gentle caress, gentle embrace
An endearment lifetime long
Brush the breast like a butterfly
Cuddle so softly with embrace
Endearment felt with a hug
Kiss and snuggle slowly done
Stroke to caress to embrace
Bear hug and brushing lips
Feel and fondle, rub hips
Graze and handle with care
Massage neck and nuzzle
Play around, squeeze, stroke
Hug and kiss, make love
Caress, curl up and enfold
Fondle, huddle and hug
Kiss with love and nestle
Nuzzle snug and soft to touch
Stroking, tasting, touching
Shy away for a moment
Feeling, caressing, fondling
Come together and massage
Brush and caress, collision
Cuddling with a loving touch
poem by Char Pattrick
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Sweetest Sin
Can you imagine us,
Making love..
The way you would feel the first time that we touched,
Can you think of it..
The way I dream of it,
I want you to see like im seeing you..
It's a picture of perfection,
The vision of you and me..
Your lips upon my lips,
Can you just picture this..
Your finger tips on my finger tips,
Your skin upon my skin..
Would be the Sweetest Sin,
Would be the Sweetest Sin..
All night I lie awake,
Cause it's to much to take..
Dreamin' about the love that we could make..All day,
I think of scenes..
To get you next to me,
I want you so bad that I can barely breathe..
It's a sign of my obsession,
That I can't stop thinkin bout'
Your lips upon my lips,
Can you invision this..
Temptation that I could never resist,
Your skin upon my skin..
Would be the Sweetest Sin,
That would be the Sweetest Sin..
It would feel so good,
To be so bad..
You don't know how bad.. I want that,
I would do anything to feel your love..
Your lips upon my lips,
Can you just picture this..
Your finger tips on my finger tips,
Your skin upon my skin..
Would be the Sweetest Sin,
That Would be the Sweetest Sin..
Your lips upon my lips,
Can you invision this..
Temptation that I could never resist,
Your skin upon my skin..
Would be the Sweetest Sin,
Would be the Sweetest Sin..
Your lips upon my lips.. would be the Sweetest Sin
song performed by by Jessica Simpson
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Steamen
Thunderstorm welling swelling
fluid for flowers cooling
relieving renovating rejuvenating
pollen plume pillow billowing
Breeze a 'bundant bountiful
blowing blowing blowing
...off
stamen
steamin'
steamen
summer storm showering
copyright R. Resh 2007
poem by Randy Resh
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Its All In The Game
Many a tear has to fall
But it's all in the game
All in the wonderful game
That we know as love
You have words with him
And your future's looking dim
But these things your heart can rise up on
Once in a while he won't call
But it's all in the game
Soon he'll be there at your side
With a sweet bouquet
And he'll kiss your lips
And couress your waiting finger tips
And your heart will fly away
Once in a while he won't call
But it's all in the game
Soon he'll be there at your side
With a sweet bouquet
And then he'll kiss your lips
And couress your waiting finger tips
And your heart will fly away
And your heart will fly fly away
And your heart will fly away
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Ode To The Unfinished Poem
Some say that it’s no use,
crying over spilt ink
The piece is done
-now leave it in the moment
Take the time to feel the flowers;
absorb inhale aroma
a 'literreal ambrosia
But:
by the blue-blooded balls of Byron and
Billy Butler Ba-Buckin-eh Yeats
I so swear:
From the lips of every aching letter
there lies in limbo craving cradle
sobbing sum of crying character
something far the much more greater:
“I know that it’s good but,
we can do so far the better”
copyright Randy Resh 2002-08-...
poem by Randy Resh
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Stiff Upper Lip
(young - young)
Well I was out on a drive
On a bit of a trip
Lookin for thrills
To get me some kicks
Now I warn you ladies
I shoot from the hip
I was born with a stiff
Stiff upper lip
Like a dog in a howl
I bite everything
And Im big and Im drawl
And Ill ball your thing
I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot from the hip
I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot
And I shoot
Shoot from the hip
Yeah I shoot from the hip
Now listen
Well Im workin it out
And Ive done everything
And I cant reform no
Can you feel my sting
Babe I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot from the hip, yeah
I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot
And I shoot
And I shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot from the hip
Well Im out on the prowl
And Ill ball your thing
I got the teeth thatll bite you
Can you feel my sting
Babe I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot from the hip
I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot shoot shoot from the hip
I got a (stiff upper lip)
Better believe me (stiff upper lip)
Comin down (stiff upper lip)
See my (stiff upper lip)
Yeah I got a (stiff upper lip)
Stiff upper lip
Stiff upper lip
I got a stiff upper lip
I got a stiff upper lip
Stiff upper lip
Stiff upper lip
And I shoot
And I shoot
And I shoot
Shoot from the hip
2000, j. albert & son, pty.
song performed by by AC-DC
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The Key-Board
Five-and-thirty black slaves,
Half-a-hundred white,
All their duty but to sing
For their Queen's delight,
Now with throats of thunder,
Now with dulcet lips,
While she rules them royally
With her finger-tips!
When she quits her palace,
All the slaves are dumb-
Dumb with dolour till the Queen
Back to Court is come:
Dumb the throats of thunder,
Dumb the dulcet lips,
Lacking all the sovereignty
Of her finger-tips.
Dusky slaves and pallid,
Ebon slaves and white,
When the Queen was on her throne
How you sang to-night!
Ah, the throats of thunder!
Ah, the dulcet lips!
Ah, the gracious tyrannies
Of her finger-tips!
Silent, silent, silent,
All your voices now;
Was it then her life alone
Did your life endow?
Waken, throats of thunder!
Waken, dulcet lips!
Touched to immortality
By her finger-tips.
poem by William Watson
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Wrapped Around Your Finger
You consider me the young apprentice
Caught between the Scylla and Charibdes.
Hypnotized by you if I should linger
Staring at the ring around your finger.
I have only come here seeking knowledge,
Things they would not teach me of in college.
I cant see the best in me
That you saw
I'll be wrapped around your finger.
I'll be wrapped around your finger.
Mephistopheles is not your name,
But I know what you're up to just the same.
I will listen hard to your tuition,
And you will see it come to it's fruition.
I'll be wrapped around your finger.
I'll be wrapped around your finger.
Devil and the deep blue sea behind me
Vanish in the air you'll never find me.
I will turn your face to alabaster,
Then you'll find your servant is your master,
And you'll be wrapped around my finger.
I'll be wrapped around your finger.
You'll be wrapped around my finger.
I'll be wrapped around your finger
song performed by by Underoath
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The French Teacher
I am taken with her skill of language
well versed in verse root romantics
as well, wooing and cooing
with captivating kinesthetics
intuitively she knows how to move
keep her poet jaw dropped and gushing
spilling fount flow for fumbling and wondering
that he might please her with writing
that he might please her with writing
writing, writing for offering...
form voluptuous statuesque classic
Romanesque animate becoming
hair hallowed aureate dawning and drawing
generous goddess lips eyebrows blowing
crystalline kisses through azure spectacles
spectacular splendid spectacles
inspirate azure and emerald speckled
aquamarine splendour shining
spectacles windows bowing....
But she is no mere anachronism,
mine ageless angelic antiquity
rather, an archetype for study sustaining
filling parched poets and artists hungry
unto the ages exhausting eternity
her accent accentuates geometry
I am aching articulation arching
fantastic fresco, mosaic musing
influx imagery inundating overwhelming
core etymologic elocution erotic
syntactic sublime as enamouring
and she is laconic, tutoring beauty
the virtues of verity; beloved brevity
I am putty in her hands, clay for sculpting,
molding metal for cursive casting
As for her, mine words are so such;
We are crafting each other in many languages
For Karen M
merci beaucoup: -)
copyright R. Resh 2008
poem by Randy Resh
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Bliss
?
Ignorance, my adversary,
tempt me with a wish;
absolve my conscience
conditionally and
free it in remiss.
Ignorance, my latent lover,
tease me with a twist;
whisper nothings
in my ear and
seal it with a kiss.
Ignorance, my silent master,
blind me with your bliss;
tutor temporality:
no-thing more than
t___.
copyright R Resh 1995
poem by Randy Resh
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Kiss me slowly
Kissing is an art, one most master
Kissing slowly is better than faster
Kiss me slowly
Kiss me tenderly
Kiss me sweetly
Kiss me on the lips
Down to my finger tips
Delicately sample my nipples
Kiss it, tease it, rather simple
When done right, let me be precise
Kissing itself can be rather very nice
Kiss me slowly
Kiss me tenderly
Kiss me sweetly
Kiss my body inch by inch
Till it tickles and starts to flinch
Kiss me in the left and right ear
Whisper sweet words of passionate care
Kiss me by the neck
With little kisses called pecks
Kiss me hungrily in the mouth
Hear my groaning delicious shouts
Kiss me below and yonder
Till my juices begin to ponder
And turn on fire with desire
Kiss me slowly
Kiss me tenderly
Kiss me sweetly
Kiss me once, twice, thrice
Oooo! These kisses are very nice
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Feather in Universe!
Feathery, feather, feathery
Blowing wind, it twirls and dances
Drenching rain, oh, feather, feathery
Like the Stars, Planets, in their orbit
Mystic and steady they go, no pillar
A distance to cover, energized, re-energized
Hmnn, feather, feather, feathery,
No staking, own, and alone, traversing
A soul in the wind, in Universe, Oh, feather!
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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Mister Blissett
Buddha beatific,
ORAtoric rhetoriffic
Howlin’ Harlequinne Heirophant:
Tongue-
A-Tone-a
-maTurgy.
Shaman Synticillant
chanting, in-canting
iridescent, incandescent,
effervescent Xcellency!
Follow your bliss:
whispered whim of wisp
aches the rattle,
shakes side saddle
magick carpet,
raging rainbow ride!
Follow your bliss:
whim without a wanting wisp;
allusive, elusive
bliss-fish this.
Follow your bliss:
whatever your wish;
Buddha beatific
oraTarotic rhetoriffic.
The MR. blissett bids bliss:
on the chant of a charm-a
karmaclaspkiss...
(for bill bissett)
Radiant Danse uv Being: A Poetic Portrait of bill bissett, Nightwood Editions 2006
copyright R Resh 2004
poem by Randy Resh
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Put The Finger On You
I put the finger on you
My hands all out of control
I cant stop it getting down on you
Its moving on its own accord
Yes, Ive got fire in my finger tips
Radiating onto you
I cant control it, cant even hold it
Its knocking on your door
And you know what its for
Chorus:
I put the finger right on you
I put the finger right on you
You put your finger on me too
Then I put the finger, I put the finger
Yeah I put the finger, I put the finger
I put the finger on you for sure
Its the key to unlocking your door, dont you know
Ive broken through your security
My hands aint tied no more, you better watch out
I cant control it, cant even hold it
Speaking up for pleasure
You can feel it on your ankle
Feel it on your knee
Feel it on your thigh
Can you feel me?
Chorus
I cant control it, cant even hold it
Sneaking up on your front door
You can feel it on your ankle
Feel it on your knee
Feel it on your thigh
Can you feel me?
Put it - right on you
Ill do it if you want me to
Can I put it?
I put the finger on you
I hit the spot
song performed by by AC-DC
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Wrapped around your finger
You consider me the young apprentice
Caught between the Scylla and Charibdes.
Hypnotized by you if I should linger
Starring at the ring around your finger
I have only come here seeking knowledge
Things they wouldn't teach me of in college
I can see the destiny you sold
Turn into a shining band of hope
I'll be wrapped around your finger
I'll be wrapped around your finger
Nafostaveles is not your name
But I know what you're up to just the same
I will listen hard to your tuition
You will see it come to it's fruition
I'll be wrapped around your finger
I'll be wrapped around your finger
Devil and the deep blue see behind me
Vanish in the air you'll never find me
I will turn you face to alabaster
Then you'll find you're servant is your master
You'll be wrapped around my finger
You'll be wrapped around my finger
You'll be wrapped around my finger
song performed by by Green Lizard from Identity
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The Kiss
Should i kiss you
as marble antiquity
Or sharply
- this less peck
tempting trochee aesthetic
That I
We
should might make
distinctions
between kinetic
Idiosyncratic
aberration's
tick-tock rude clock timing
Alienations'
indecision
incision
As yet our kiss
far more than lesser this
Our Kiss
Lends Lips
Our Kiss
Lends Lips for Lisp
Like poets' lunging
lavish ravish
unctuous rambunctious rhyming
Our Kiss
Quills' Quivering Quips
copyright Randy Resh 2008
poem by Randy Resh
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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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Feline Mind
What wonders would I find,
O friend of mine,
If I were to journey into thy mind,
O friend feline?
Everyday the planets would align.
There would be fish and bird a-plenty and fine.
Eighteen hours of sleep everyday,
and time to groom and eat and play!
A window into the feline world art thine eyes,
where it matters not if something dies.
For life is for fun and games,
but alas! O my friend, thou hast no dame!
poem by Soren Valentine
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