Mocha Encomium For Elizabeth Fair
Tasteful is the delectable fruit which you posses
Sweet is the cherry that is divine straight from the vine
Vanilla faced in motions sensuous quivering to the touch
Taint that wonderful tongue slides deep inside she clutches
Peach filled aroma consumed to ones desire
Brazilian shaven oyster with tender filled moistened center
Succulent clam spans wide to follow through
Slanted plum hydrated fully to burst quenched one’s thirst
I like a child in your playground romping with my intended meal
Chewing, swallowing, and devouring by nibbling sensations
Speech apparatus moves from side to side to articulate my circular motions
Torso tenses while squeezing on shoulder’s broad you fought
Fire consumes as passion flairs to scorch the chamber chocolate hot
Thighs wide filled with amore chanting softly sweet strawberries
The seat of intellect plunged downward ever rhythmically tasting apple pie
Bodies swaying to and throw configuring a spectacular musical accelerando
Juicy the flower’s nectar that suddenly sets back my mind in time
As the Bees carries their gatherings back to the lair, savored I the flavored flower
How fine it was to dine behind then forward to romp freely in your treasure field
Frolicking you the boisterous one made a day of it all
Prancing to natures fruitful basket like notes in a classical sonata
The movement grew to a crescendo climaxing at its peak of efficiency
Peach juice ran down legs to gently rest in my hands
Satisfaction complete now hence to my course intertwining
Beating back the hands of time I rising to the occasion set forth I commenced
Brought on by desires beyond my control, I entered caverns deep and fulfilling
I wasted not the flower while trying not to overpower the dance of love
The night came to a screech shouting relief from such a blissful pain
Patiently now I wait for encounters evermore so nice that I now endeavor
The nights grows cold as winter winds set in upon my lascivious desires
Such lewd acts I crave now for I have not a clue in what to do until the next episode
Licentious are my erotic tendencies for wanton flairs a passion new
For the one touch I need so much has become my unbridled prurient
Anticipation drives me into hysteria for one moments embrace
The shark circles the flowered fruit that has sent me into a feeding frenzy
Cherries unclad against my visage unabated has left me wanting you more than ever
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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My Maiden In Waiting
From hither came a sound roaring in temperate pastures
To keep at bay soldiers ponder not for shall we waken the beast
Beating back impulses the monster as risen from the lair
Swooping down on the innocent villagers he flew
The dragon lurks while the Maiden slumbers in her keep
Pasty butterfly wall the snake shall creep
One sting lay the maiden fair will capture
Valiant the black knight charges to slay the beast
With tender hands she embraces the serpent anaconda king
Lollipop dreams and cream fill cake to bake we make
Stirring in strawberry fields echo such sweetness be
Vaguely she remembered, from her distant passed, her flower erupts with feelings
Ride the dragon ride by and by she cries in joyful nuisance
Withdrawing the black knight tasted the cavern fruit she lays
Like and ice cream melting in the sun he devours her fruit of her passion
In circular motion his speech apparatus moves as she moans
Soft and wet slow the motion for now rivers run true
Contrivance protrudes sapping sweet nectar from the vine
She twists and turns while the dragon burns and yearns the fruit of her womb
She screams and scratches the Black Knight’s back as he feast on Joyful fruit
Contentment no more can stand she braces for the dragon’s penetration
The dragon swims deeper and deeper to crevasses untouched by mortals
She calls out his name “Sir Knight! Sir Knight! Well your labor be! ”
Grabbing the knight, yon maiden pulls him even deeper than before
Spreading her joy wide enters the dragon to warm waters
Sliding back and forth to a perfect fit, the dragon roars as the body trembles
Scream maiden screams as the dragon penetrates the fertile soil
Motions blurring as the battle grows ever fierce
She pulls him deep, tighter with every member thrust
Crying out in the night as tensions come to ecstasy
Sweet release the monster sleeps
As the night fades to dawn the black knight leaves a rose to signify his love
Having never felt such passion the maiden bestow her love
Mint chocolate and vanilla cream taste lingers in dwelling
Delectable fruits eaten to fulfillment desires
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Meine Liebe und eine Nacht der Leidenschaft
Meine Liebe und eine Nacht der Leidenschaft
Written by: Wilfred Charles Mellers Thursday, April 23,2009
Down like a submarine as vanilla melts in chocolate hands
A fair treat to eat was the chocolate man’s plans
Cherries sweet from the vine lick tasted divine
Taco treat from clams I lay the pipeline
Beauty bare from behind
Mountains now I to climb
Vanilla covers my speech apparatus true
Sweet the taste her vulva drew me into
Succulent softly dreams flows like waterfalls I call
Member waits for final install
She waits and I call to speak in tongue
Wanting ever more for my spring has sprung
Circular motion sends her body swaying her hips
Slow and passionate I kissed her lips
Moments pass to her climax I hesitated
She moans and groans as her love is penetrated
Deeper into pink caverns keep made me weak
In both hands fondling held I a buttock’s cheek
Up and down she goes with each motions coos loudly
Pulling my head in closer against her firmly
Crying out in the darkness, please don’t stop
Draining her dry each and every drop
Rapid goes the motion eating flowers I fancy
As she pleas lord of mercy
From under looked I to see so much pleasure
Closely guarded gardens she has kept her treasure
This I do humbly without boasting
From me to you I am toasting
You have provided a night of wonder
Touching, sweet, warm, and tender
The dragon has been now fed
On silken sheets she lays her head
Comforted now by a night of passion
Cuddly, spooning now to full satisfaction
Sounds made no more not even a peep
Silent is the night for now she’s asleep
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Guilty Pleasures
Your fragrances as vanilla sweets
Can't wait to get you between satin sheets
Smooth as your brown hair
Feel so good when I touch you down there
Legs both spread eagle wide
Creamy chocolate slips inside
Licking from flower to the taint
Slow motion till you start to faint
Bosom licked in a circular motion
Until you burst like an ocean
Let me slap you on your derrière to pull the trigger
As I check out your gorgeous figure
In pink caverns goes darken head
So the shaft let the blind is lead
Holding you close the dragon rises through
Motions I matched everything with you
Grasping firmly I in your hand
Spewing liquids the cocoa man stand
Pumping as motions align to the orifice
Squeezing firmly on your tight gluteus
Head lays upon my lap
Princess sweet takes a nap
Rubbing your bottom upon chocolate member
I had risen solid from what I remember
Great lap dance that you give
In your womb I want to live
This is why I love you so
Please don't move before I go
Bodies entwined heat warms my heart.
Stuck together I want not to be apart
Let me rub my tool between your chests
Tongue crosses areolas on your breasts
Moved to render fellatio
Motions alter due to irrumatio
How I fancy your gluteus maximus
Especially while I give you cunnilingus
This I would do without any hesitation
So sweet our copulation
Love’s finally consummation
Engaged mutually to our interaction
Canned goods never been opened or entered
The day to give glorious spender surrendered
Will you ride Saint George in a state of nature?
Tensions release to a musical rapture
Part II
This I do and it's a fact
Laying you down tongue running down your back
Spreading your genitalia as I sap you down
Screaming you will when I go down town
While I am rubbing your brown hair
Can I put my face down there?
My monster will grow as it goes in and out
Face into pillow so you can scream and shout
Would you mind if we took an hour
Could we also foutre in your shower?
Can I stop and look at what you’ve got?
Can I just stair silently at your joy spot
Can I just taste the vulva inside?
Can you pull it open wide?
Your legs will start to spasm
While you scream as you orgasm
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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A wishful touch...
A wishful touch, soft and tender.
Then a whisper, full of desire
A sudden gasp of sweet surrender
As passion fuels the fire
No words spoken between them
No promises to be kept
No lies being told tonight
No looking back - no regret
Longing to hold each other
Such precious little time
Both vowed to another
Being lonely their only crime
The softness of your lips, whole
As they slide over mine
Taste like honey to my soul
As they take me back in time
Oh, the fire of your touch
Like hot silk on your tender breasts
The passion I crave so much
As I taste the nectar of your kiss
A Slowly drumming melody in my heart
Your skin like a river of light
My moan of pleasure as you start
Ecstasy I'd never fight
A lovers tune dances up my spine
As the shadow of my embrace
Slides across your thighs
Ohhh sooo slowly the pace
Our hearts mingled in rapture
The torture of passion so sweet
The affection of a thousand years
As at least we meet
Tomorrow maybe bringing sorrow
A brief moment of shame
With the memory of this one night
A release from passion's flames.
poem by Deep Dark Soul Poet
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By Any Other Name
BY ANY OTHER NAME
Written by Elizabeth Marie and Wilfred Mellers
Tangled in a mess I've made
It was I being timid and quit afraid
No longer do I want to run nor neither flee
In your arms is where I truly want to be
My love, my heart, and my very soul
With you I’ve lost all sense of self-control
Lay me down and hear the sighs I cry
Now you can touch my cherry pie
White silk sheets and passion sweet
Gently caressing and rubbing my feet
Leaning forward to taste your loving lips
Feelings so great the sun it eclipse
Yearning I am to kiss your face
Implanted I am in your loving embrace
Your essence I want to desperately taste
Unbound the buckle hands now release posthaste
Gazing in your eyes drifted I ever deeply
Breathing heavier sounds I make ever sweetly
Bodies entwined as friction climaxes
Opened my peach as the thighs relaxes
Tongue gently passing on pink breasts
The flower moistens to loves conquests
All desires eagerly set a flame to the greatest attention
Love’s fire blazing no longer I seeking affirmation
Dom Perignon sipped from her glass
Ferns ornate lips tenderly to pass
Dragon rises from a restless slumber
In pastel garden the serpent places chocolate member
Warmth and tingles travel throughout my torso
A shivering chill goes down to my elbow
Elastic juices flow like fine Bordeaux
Your love on me you now bestow
I want stop, scream, and shout
In your arms again to dwell no doubt
I close my eyes and dream of you
Never had a love so tender, so true
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Where the passion flower grows
Lay down on your pillow
and turn the lights down low
let me take you to the garden
where the passion flower grows
Close your eyes and enter dreams
as love's emotion sets the scene
and flitters through the garden
where the passion flower grows
Touch the tender petals
of the flower as she grows
a tentative endeavour
as your feelings overflow
Let me draw you to the place
where ecstasy can be embraced
the beauty of the garden
where the passion flower grows
Feel your mind exploding
in the heavy scented air
experience the shiver
as your captured unaware
A little touch of heaven
where imagination flows
the valley in the garden
where the passion flower grows.
poem by Charles M. Moore
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My Days of Wine and Roses
A Tangerine sun glazed The Travis Vineyard
While the Deep Purple haze, just glowed
The aroma's from all of the picked grapes
Filled Napa's Colored-flavored show!
The Valley 'tis filled with a bounty
Of future vino's of varying kinds
Aged and then tingled to the palate
'Tis Ambrosia, most divine, from the vine!
The succulent grape and its splendour
Shines the California's-near-by coast
The valley, itself, 'Tis a purple Wonder
Growing the most primo for its hosts
Perhaps a wine tasting party?
Hmmmm, wonder, if The Gallo's might attend?
It will truly be a celebration
As the days of Wine, are just 'round the bend!
Oh, did i leave off, The Roses?
My mistake, Mon Amore.
The title would not be complete
As it was, in the days of yore!
Back when it was a Movie
Back when it was a romantic song
Back in the time of old actors (Jack Lemmon)
Back when the wine could do no wrong!
'The Days Of Wine And Roses'
It taps at my long ago memory
Taking me back to a time
When the grape was truly very new to me!
poem by Theodora Onken
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The Lemon's Quest
The whole of the fruit world were assembled
to hear what the lemon had to say.
In anticipation the fruit sat and trembled,
would it be the lemon’s day?
“Why can’t there be a sweet tasting lemon? ”
Said lemon in a tone of revolt.
To the fruit world this was open rebellion
and had to be brought to a halt.
The atmosphere turned sour towards lemon,
as he said, “This is not a lot to ask,
it’s a reasonable enough question,
and I’m sure not a major task.
I cannot understand your objections
about a fruit that wants to progress.
I’m open to all and any suggestions,
but until then I’ll sit and digress.”
The avocado replied to the question,
“The lemon is bitter and that is that! ”
“That’s an unfounded objection, ” said lemon.
“It maybe, ” said the Chairman, “but it is a matter of fact.”
The language was now strong and offensive,
as Chairman Plum called out for restraint,
“Order, fruit please, we must not be derisive.”
The tangerine looked likely to faint.
Chairman Plum summed up with a speech,
“This raises many questions for all nations, ”
he was then rudely interrupted by the peach,
“Just think about the complications? ”
A voice shouted from the back of the room,
it was grape with an answer to the problem,
“A sweet lemon must have its own bloom,
without it there will be no conclusion.
The answer is simply, graft and propagation,
a vine, with a lemon tree shoot.
It’s straight forward and without complication,
and should produce a sweet lemon fruit.”
The assembly calmed and became much quieter;
grape was thanked for his solution.
The outlook was now decidedly brighter,
bringing an end to the lemon’s resolution.
The lemon looked across at the chairman
and asked if there were any one with doubt.
The avocado said, “Yes, you give me indigestion, ”
“Out of order, ” said plum, “cut it out! ”
“All those in favour say aye, ” said plum.
“Then the ayes win the vote gentlemen.
We now await a fruitful outcome,
and this assembly is adjourned until then.”
One year later
On the grafted lemon tree a fruit appeared,
but the colour didn’t quite look right.
The lemon was fighting back his tears,
as the grape suggested more light.
Two weeks later
“What beauty of yellow and blue, ” said plum,
“It must be time to judge the taste, ” said grape.
“Why, it’s delicious and sweet; a job well done,
we must have a drink to celebrate.”
Three weeks later
At the next assembly, Lemon beamed with happiness
and announced the success of the new taste.
The avocado said, “I don’t wish to spoil your party,
but aren’t you celebrating in haste?
A lemon is a lemon and will be forever just a lemon,
a beautiful smelling fruit with a taste that's bitter!
I sincerely hope that you have learned your lesson,
a lemon no, but a new fruit that tastes much better.
So with this sweet new fruit I congratulate your success,
but lemon, please don’t try to be what you are not,
you’re famous for your aroma and countless other uses,
so be happy with what you’ve got.”
poem by Orlando Belo
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True Confessions
My Confession
Written by Wilfred Charles Mellers Monday, April 14,2008
Let me make this perfectly clear
While I whisper in your ear
These things you must know
Let me say this before I go
This may bring to you some concerns
But for you my heart truly burns
To have you in my arms to possess
Passions concealed I must confess
My thoughts are filled with love of late
For your enclosure I want to penetrate
Nothing taboo I’d try them all
I want to breach the peach skin wall
Deeply I gaze in your brown eyes I stare
While slowly removing your underwear
You are the flower that I want to devour
In your room or in your shower
I would savor the taste upon my face
Trapped between the hour, reality, and space
Time I take and not a second haste I make
For the body eats as strawberry cake
I would handle the case and not a dropp I waist
Every joyous minute flavors vanilla’s taste
All will come to past if you let me
For deep in your love I want to be
From the sides to the center
This I do before I enter
Phallic tool does an amazing stunt
When taken from the back right to the front
Gluteus medius to maximus djembe drum plaid
Sensual strikes the sound cries softly made
Rhythms of syncopation cadences march my hands
Hot oils rubbed gently on barren lands
Brazilian waxed cleaned the service prepared with care
Explosive the membrane to enter if I dare
A moment’s passion became so clear
Heaven’s gates I was taken there
Diabetes dilute sweetness no more
Sweat embraced the body’s excitement the cure
Spelunking moisten cavern’s fingers ascertain
Seduction complete tighten flower flow like rain
Twisting and turning as the fire is burning
Discovering the spot now I am learning
Calling out for more satisfaction
Curling my back to each reaction
Harder and harder now I’m changing position
Soft on the sofa your bottom is the cushion
Circles made from mine to your hips
Tasted wine once upon my lips
Plunging reverse from interior back to the top
You cry out “mercy please don’t stop”
Gallantly riding to make an impression
Bodies move in timing to a wet sensation
Impaling till almost unconsciousness
Working the loins till almost numbness
Laboring intensely doing all I could
It hurts so nice, so well, so good
Crying out from love’s hot injection
Moaning and screaming near completion
Scratching of the flipside the nails are working
Holding on so tightly while you’re releasing
“That was so great” words are spoken
In context your words are taken
Bodies wet and needing of cleaning
Was it all real or was I just dreaming
Goodness gracious let be not my imagination
Lift me from this awkward frustration
Longing for the legs opened wide once again
Member wants to come now inside my friend
Fairytales no longer will be told
I want to be inside from the cold
Your body I want to have and to hold
Kissing and hugging your body I mold
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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The Mix
Vanilla, strawberry, chocolate hot
These flavors I crave a lot
Peaches, pecans, pralines so sweet
Cookie dough, mint I like to eat
Headed downward tastes I savor
I know not which I do favor
Pineapples, bananas with whip cream from a tap
These to be consumed from between the gap
Delicacy I like all these to put to the test
Especially when laid upon your chest
Areola covered by caramel is the trick
Gently fondled as I lick
Covered by chocolate as you know
Circles made from neck to toe
Bottoms up as candies I place
Around turned forward now I face
Macadamia nuts and vegan chocolate chips
All these gobbled from your hips
Honey used but you like it not
Did you thing that I forgot
Vanilla sky essences tasted so nice
Soybean, rice milk my Italian ice
Chickpea Saut that covers her rice
Curry, tarragon, basil and you the spice
You my queen are the Carte du jour
I will have you like chasseur
Parfait, passion fruit, and a Mango
Devoured from dusk down I go
Flowers bloom as leafs blossom
For you my dear is simply awesome
Bodacious vanilla a banquet I have dined
For sweet is the time I took you from behind
For where once parted lips were mine
A mouthful swallowed all the plum wine
Noir the knight I am and you are the lait
All was eatable and so all I ate
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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A Flower To Auroville Mother-70
Purple passion flower(Maypop
Passiflora incarnata)
Like Shiva, rays air flown
Passionate gently swaying
Dulcet breeze transmitting
Purplish passion wide blown
You're such o' dear flower
Viney perennial and cosmic
Pristine patterned dynamic
Complex blossoms just super
It's to adore your heart
Fragrant centered serpent
Hooding the cosmic secret
Like Cannonballs protect
Still more adorable willingly
Your fruit juicy succulant
Watching big leaves serrate
As you flower waiting eagerly
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Wild Forest Flower
Rough around the edges but a tender center
This is my wild forest flower
Short and slender with long flowing blonde hair
This is my wild forest flower
A loving heart that goes beyond what I can see
This is my wild forest flower
I want to hold my flower in my hands
Wondering why she holds back and refuses to stand
I water it every now and then to watch it grow
But it takes too long because it’s a little slow
So I wait patiently for the flower to begin to rise
Even though I can still hear the weeping willows cries
Firm and hard headed but with a loving touch
This is my wild forest flower
Always hiding and always scared like a little child
This is my wild forest flower
The only one im willing to be with anymore
This is my wild forest flower
A darkened hush rises in the sky above my flower
The roots slowly exposing themselves out of fear
A forest fire begins in the distance soon to consume it
The fire rages ready to consume the small thing in power
This little bitty flower that I love and hold so dear
but I laugh because I know how this fire got lit
poem by Branden Aeling
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Your Tender Touch
Your Tender Touch
your tender touch
reaches this very soul
thirsting and burning
the desire to be with you
and just to be with you
even in my wildest dream
your tender touch
melt my heart and piercing
the very core in me, leaving me
crazy, and so madly in love with you
gazing into your eyes
your hands softly caressing
this body, swaying and swaying
as we gently move into one direction
breaking the silence and stillness of the night
just hold me and caress me
your tender touch melting me again
the fire of our love will always be burning
our one in a million dreams we shared
engulfing in our embrace so sweet..so gentle
poem by Meggie Gultiano
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Unsoiled Boutonniere Blooming Delight
Unsoiled Boutonniere Blooming Delight
Written by Wilfred Mellers,12: 21 PM, Wednesday, April 7,2010
Smooth cotton so soft to the touch
Velvety polished plane I want it so much
Aroma sweet I want to eat it all up
Vanilla cream tasting liquid syrup
Attraction defies all known logic
When I touch you there it is like magic
The mere sight overwhelms my eyes
In yonder canyon lays a dampened surprise
Fanciful imagery of you I’ve ponder so graphic
Just the thought of tasting you would be cosmic
Your orchid corsage ripened would I pick
Should I die in your womb, please God don’t let it be quick
Sentenced to life was the verdict
The bouquet of my choice for you I’m an addict
Windows steam rises as I ponder on your garland fair
Ever so wanting to put my lips there
Chocolate hands covers your cherry treat
Honey suckled rose made my night complete
Toes curling from the summer’s heat
Sunshine divine my visage is your seat
Moments shared not soon to forget
Sweetest Blossom moistened till wet
Drenched I remove its covering layer
Articulated words from you a gentle payer
Trying desperately to keep it all in
Dear lord shouted as your head goes for another spin
Your body my wonderland now I explore
Bursting at the seems you can’t take it any more
As passions flow exploding into desire
The air is a flame for your soul is on fire
Resisting no longer and putting up a fight
Released the beast into a silent night
Words now magical as if they are William Shakespeare’s
Melodious incantations sway my attentive ears
So tender and few the moments we share
My slice of heaven resides now in your loving care
Enchanted I be by your floret is over powering
Cleansing my fingers my tongue is scouring
Soon there after I too peak as the night conclude
Every moment satisfied by your savory food
Striking you are my loving spice
For your blossom I’ll make the ultimate sacrifice
Let me pop the bubble then champagne on ice
You are worth it all at any price
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Tongue Savory Carnal Crave
Tongue pleasing body I crave,
made of confectioner's clay and
rippling streams of caramel fondu.
Soft baked skin, dipped in a melting
pot of coconut oil and maple syrup.
Toothsome truffles of nugat flesh,
filled with pillows of marsh-mellow fluff.
Mouth watering strands of scented
citrus or passion fruit hair, brushed
with cinnamon and brown sugar.
Bubblegum lips, in a rainbow
variety of color, that always
manage to keep their flavor.
Supple, palatable stomach
melting like a tiny bowl of
fresh peach sorbet.
Honey frosted fingertips,
creamy touch of silken mousse
and lightly whipped meringue.
Praline eyes, maple sugar swirled
with vanilla, almond, and hazel.
Devouring sweet, delectable you
with all my senses and taste buds.
Nutrient rich dessert or a guilt free
bed time snack, you are the whole
of my dietary pyramid, I abstain
from all other food groups in favor of you.
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Schatz
I remember tasting lips so sweet that they drove my blood sugar level high to the sky
Sweet lips divine so to wine and dine must be a crime
So great the taste I ate till late
From front to back speech tenderly soft and pink I drink
Taint that nice tickling gently to soften moans uttered and muttered
Calm are the seas no more for sickened cured
Tasty liebling lions salute for you are so cute
Face in love I push and shove
Juices sweet and so much to eat
Meat I dine between the sheets for vegetarian I still be
Vegan I am not for I taste the spot so hot
Kitty so pretty rest on my chin I grin
It was on the tip of my tongue for songs I sung
Laps of fire was my desire taken higher
It was like dope that helped me cope
What can I say with you I lay
Thank you liebling for a magical evening
Now left to history for no more the mystery
I would not stop to think of cherry wine to drink
Lips to taste I could not waste a dropp of tender morsel
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Erotica Maximum
Vanilla skies on a chocolate dream
Pierced the sky a mocha beam
Thoughts the body has of false pail
Mediterranean seas I choose to sail
Longing just to hold the sky’s hand
Colors blend in Neverland
Deep went the chocolate man
Covered vanilla with a bronze tan
Contorted reality in black you’ve dressed
Esoteric words me you’ve impressed
Energies exchanged food for thought
Contentment found was what I sought
Strawberry peach so bitter sweet
Bodies intertwine to summer’s heat
Pink walls I must try to breach
Speaking in tongue to eat the peach
Unadorned the surface of the true love
Chocolate fits the sky like a glove
Passions flair sounds of the night
Friction heat from cometh the light
Fire blazes giving all you’ve got
Soothing the scratch to hit the spot
Strolling across barren lands
Vanilla melts in chocolate’s hands
Exposed they lay as chocolate kissed the sky
There bodies beautifully sings my, my, my
Twisting and turning biting of the lips
Moaning and groaning the solar eclipse
Darkness penetrates the light
Open skies puts up not a fight
Climax the passion releases Screaming
Quite the night for they are now dreaming
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Come Back As A Flower
The starngest thought came to me on this morning
As I awake to greet the coming dawn
The sun was hardly peaking through the garden
It felt that with everything I was one
Then I wished that I could come back as a flower
As a flower
As a flower
How I wished that I could come back as a flower
As a flower
To spread the sweetness of love
To spread the sweetness of love
The dew had finished making love to many
A rainbow smelling sweet was in the air
I envied all the silence I saw growing
So unmoved by things outside themselves
Then how I wished that I could come back as a flower
As a flower
As a flower
How I wished that I could come back as a flower
As a flower
To spread the sweetness of love
How I wished that I could come back as a flower
Oh as a flower
As a flower
How I wished that I could come back as a flower
As a flower
As a flower
To spread the sweetness of love
To spread the sweetness of love
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Wished that I could come back as a flower
Flower
Flower
Wished that I could come back as a flower
Flower
Sweetness of love
How I come back as a flower
Flower
Flower
How I come back as a flower
Flower
Sweetness of love
Sweetness of love
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I Have The Touch
The time I like is the rush hour, cos I like the rush
The pushing of the people - I like it all so much
Such a mass of motion - do not know where it goes
I move with the movement and ... I have the touch
Im waiting for ignition, Im looking for a spark
Any chance collision and I light up in the dark
There you stand before me, all that fur and all that hair
Oh, do I dare ... I have the touch
Wanting contact
Im wanting contact
Im wanting contact with you
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Give me the thing I understand
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Any social occasion, its hello, how do you do
All those introductions, I never miss my cue
So before a question, so before a doubt
My hand moves out and ... I have the touch
Wanting contact
Im wanting contact
Im wanting contact with you
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Give me the thing I understand
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Pull my chin, stroke my hair, scratch my nose, hug my knees
Try drink, food, cigarette, tension will not ease
I tap my fingers, fold my arms, breathe in deep, cross my legs
Shrug my shoulders, stretch my back - but nothing seems
To please
I need contact
I need contact
Nothing seems to please
I need contact
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Price Of Flower
He whose heart is filled with love pays for flower
Take hold of flower causes sleep passion hover
This colorful sweat earth is filled with deserts and beds
All day long mind wants to hear the love words
Getting variably tone plays- on raft mind goes on floating
Leave shyness- embrace me- forget every thing
Unveiling face passionate words utter the bud of flower.
poem by Bongokobida Zakaria
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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