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I Read Some Poems Today

i read some poems
today, and these are
poems about the flesh
touching another flesh

like the lips touching
another lips, a kiss to
another kiss, like a
body rubbing another
body, and then it went

higher than that, a
spirit touching another
spirit, ablaze, like some
flints catching fire, like

that desolate house
of bukowski where parents
forbid the children to see
that man with beautiful
eyes, on his pajama
wet with his sweat and
carrying a rhum on his
right hand and a cigarette
between his mouth.

i see, this is all about
isolation, a man's way
of getting away from
the maddening crowd

his way of loving himself
and making a part of
himself grow and glow.

the door bell rings
someone is calling
'anybody home? '

i am pressing my fingers
on some letters
my left hand rests and
touches my crouch

the woman with a shrill
voice finally stops and
leaves and i hear her
footsteps departing

i am silent, i am awake
finally i find my way home.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fingers

In that photo of yours
I saw you –
Your face, your shoulders,
Your hands, and then
Your fingers…

My lips quivered
So did my hands
And I felt like touching you,
With my quivering lips
And unsure hands,
Those very beautiful
Exquisite fingers…

Reading your poems of love
And pondering over your letters…
Sometimes I imagine
You writing to me
With those very same
Slender and artistic
Adept fingers…

Very often I feel
And wonder…
If your fingers
Ever do ache
Writing so long,
So nice,
And so very endless,
Day after day…

And if they do, my Love
I feel like pampering them
With tender, loving care
A kiss here, a kiss there…
Holding them,
Caressing them,
Sucking them slow…

Your fingers in my mouth
Taking turns to go
One by one,
I feel them,
Nibble them,
Suckle them,
Make love to them,
Within the deep recesses
Of my oral crevice…

Till they feel pampered
And satiated
And I feel the same too…
Contented and happy
Making love to you
With your fingers
In my mouth…

A wonderful tryst
Of love and lust,
Warmth and arousal,
And then if you wish…
And if I'm also willing,
We can play this game
All night long…

Where you don’t win
And I don’t lose
We both win over together
And lose ourselves
To each other…

I give free rein to
Your fingers…
To touch, feel
And explore
The inner crevices
And every pore
Of my body…

The mouth has had its turn
Now, do you wish to go
Further down..?
And see how it feels
To caress my breasts,
My derriere and my
Yoni,
With those seeking,
Exploring fingers of yours…

You’ve penned a lot of poetry
And your letters intoxicate me…
How about writing
Some letters of love
And a few lines of love ballads
On the spaces and margins
Of my body…
Dipping your fingers,
And drinking into
The juice of my
Dripping Yoni…

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Only

Only if you want to, she said,
only if it means to you what

it means to me. The other
members of the choir were

ahead on their way to the next
house for carol singing, the full

moon luminous above, the voices
of others like faraway whispers

of ghosts. She looked at you; her
blue eyes searching every aspect

of you for an answer. Yes, it does,
you replied, your words hanging

around your head like tamed birds.
She smiled and closed her blue eyes

and moved toward you and kissed.
Lips to lips, flesh to flesh, no tongues

(at least not then that intrusion of
the mouths) just skin touching skin,

seemingly an outward sign of how
you felt within. She drew you into

her arms; you sensed her breast
beneath her coat, felt her body

touching yours. The kiss ended,
the lovers drew apart, the others

had paused outside another house
to begin their carol singing once again.

She held your hand in hers; electricity
sparkled; down came the soft rain.

poem by Terry Collett
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Sensuality

FEELING hunger and cold, feeling
Food, feeling fire, feeling
Pity and pain, tasting
Time in a kiss, tasting
Anger and tears, touching
Eyelids with lips, touching
Plague, touching flesh, knowing
Blood in the mouth, knowing
Laughter like flame, holding
Pickaxe and pen, holding
Death in the hand, hearing
Boilers and bells, hearing
Birds, hearing hail, smelling
Cedar and sweat, smelling
Petrol and sea, feeling
Hunger and cold, feeling
Food, feeling fire. . . .
Feeling.

poem by Kenneth Slessor
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Not A Pretty Sight

A poem should be a pretty thing
Or that is what I once thought
Really a poem touches you
Where you are and where you are not

As there's different types of touching
There's different types of poems
Some metered some rhymed
Some just a cry

As there's touching when you
Politely just want to get by
Then there's touching when you're
Afraid and think you're going to cry

Of course there's back slapping
Hand holding and warm embrace
Then there's that last touch
Just before the color leaves you face

poem by Tom J. Mariani
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Unconsciously

one night
beside me
my friend
you touch
my body
with your
fingers
you kiss
my lips
with your
warm lips

i let you
unleash
feelings
perhaps
long buried
like an
ancestor

the morning
after i ask
you why
and you say
you were
unconscious
you ask to
be forgiven
saying sorry
so sorry &
that the same
may not be
repeated

i touch
your mouth
with my
hand &
tell you
you have
nothing to
be afraid
of nothing
to be sorry
about

i perfectfly
understand
how is it
to be
unrequited
this body
is yours
this body
is meant to
be shared
by another
who loves
to touch
who loves
to kiss
who loves
to be in love
who loves
to be a part
of the flesh
who loves
to be just
the man that
you are
consciously

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Kiss Kiss Kiss

Kiss kiss kiss
Even if she does not posses
Angelina Jolie's luscious lips
Take her imagination to ecstasy
A place where flowers dance tango
A garden full of red and white roses
Your chapped strong lips her ticket
To the city where waterfalls sing
Kiss Kiss Kiss and make up
Make all her troubles go away
Light up your beautiful home gentleman.

Kiss Kiss Kiss
The only way to keep him
Close to your fire of passion
Put a lip gloss on your body
By the time you approach him
His eyes will be kissing and kissing
All over your smooth fine body
Be the lady of the smoking home
Kiss Kiss Kiss and make up
Take his imagination out of hardships
Worthy to be your partner kiss him.

Kiss Kiss Kiss
Respect your loving husband
Love your respectful wife.

poem by Young Church
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Delia and The Arts Tutor

Delia who had bedded her
French nanny at fourteen
and had hot sex with the head

girl at boarding school, now
lies beside the arts tutor named
Ms Shopton in college. She has

explored the woman's body from
top to toe. Invaded each orifice
and landed her ninety ninth

plus umpteenth kiss. Sunlight
pours through the high window,
the woman's scent and body

odour invades the bed. She has
kissed most parts that can be kissed,
scanned the woman's skin, taking

in the freckles, the spots, the mole
inside the left thigh, run her finger
along the spine. She watches the

woman sleep, the mouth slightly ajar,
the perfect teeth, the tongue (who
knows where that has been) touching

the corner of the lips. She may well
get a high A for this piece of art work,
the effort put in, the juices taken out,

the fingering and touching, the final lay.
She breathes in the air, runs her tongue
across her own damp lips. She hears

the college bell, the time to get up, the
breakfast call, the wide awake stare.
The woman beside her sleeps on, lying

worn out, out for the count, lying there.

poem by Terry Collett
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To The Other World

try standing naked by this mirror
see yourself to every detail
look closer to your eyes
count the waves of your eyelashes
open your mouth and see how many teeth you have
all white, pure white lining up on your pink gums
feel your lips with your fingertips
feel the pulp the flesh of the lower lip
to the upper lip
touch your hair
do not imagine them all black
closely they are not at all
move a little bit closer and see your body
this beautiful human body
flesh, contours, curves, some muscles
the whole of your skin wrapping
everything in your body holding them all
nothing falls, on this erect body, this
god before you, standing steel-like with dignity
in front of the mirror
do not claim you have seen your soul with your eyes
do not lie
be honest to yourself now,
alone, you are alone, do not imagine
any god, any soul, any spirit,
just be honest,
touch your body with your hands
feel the joy of having this body
your body, pinch a part of it to feel
not pain, but just to feel that you are alive,

do you ever ask what made these parts stay as one?
look again at the mirror of this stature
your body, it is you, touching your body

take a hammer, and destroy the mirror
shatter everything to pieces

this is the world without a mirror
there is nothing to reflect you now
nothing to imagine, it is you, the real you

do you ever ask now, where is that other world?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Banquet Of Love

I once heard these words in a song;
'You must remember this...a kiss is
just a kiss...a sigh is just a sigh, ' etc.

With you...nothing...nothing, could be
further from the truth.

Your kiss, is a ride among the stars,
a shower of moon beams and a
sailboat ride, in the Garden Of Eden.

Kissing you...is an out of body experience,
a transport to paradise and a creation
of ultimate passion and joy.

Kissing, every part of who you are, is
truly a banquet of love.

Let me feast of your love and of your lips,
for I am in love with you. Let me always
kiss your mouth...eyes...all of you.

Let us ride the feathers of angels, through
starlit nights-holding...kissing, for now...
and evermore.

Your kiss...touch...embrace, has captured
my heart...my very soul.

I send you this kiss...for the lips
I can not do without.

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each day I live.

A day without your kiss, is as a day
without sunshine. Just the thought
of you, gladdens my heart.

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ONE LAST KISS, FOR ALL THAT YOU ARE.
FOR ALL THAT YOU DO.

WHY DO I LOVE YOU?
BECAUSE...YOU ARE YOU.

YOU ARE MY WORLD. MY LOVE.

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poem by Joe Fazio
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