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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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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Bianca
Her cheeks are hot, her cheeks are white;
The white girl hardly breathes to-night,
So faint the pulses come and go,
That waken to a smouldering glow
The morbid faintness of her white.
What drowsing heats of sense, desire
Longing and languorous, the fire
Of what white ashes, subtly mesh
The fascination of her flesh
Into a breathing web of fire?
Only her eyes, only her mouth,
Live, in the agony of drouth,
Athirst for that which may not be:
The desert of virginity
Aches in the hotness of her mouth.
I take her hands into my hands,
Silently, and she understands;
I set my lips upon her lips;
Shuddering to her finger-tips
She strains my hands within her hands.
I set my lips on hers; they close
Into a false and phantom rose;
Upon her thirsting lips I rain
A flood of kisses, and in vain;
Her lips inexorably close.
Through her closed lips that cling to mine,
Her hands that hold me and entwine,
Her body that abondoned lies,
Rigid with sterile ecstasies,
A shiver knits her flesh to mine.
Life sucks into a mist remote
Her fainting lips, her throbbing throat;
Her lips that open to my lips,
And, hot against her finger-tips,
The pulses leaping in her throat.
poem by Arthur Symons
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Hands
The little hands too soft and white
To have known more laborious hours
Than those which die upon a night
Of kindling wine and fading flowers;
The little hands that I have kissed,
Finger by finger, to the tips,
And delicately about each wrist
Have set a bracelet with my lips;
Dear soft white little morbid hands,
Mine all one night, with what delight
Shall I recall in other lands,
Dear hands, that you were mine one night!
poem by Arthur Symons
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Over My Shoulder
Shut your mouth, and watch my lips,
Can you feel her healing finger tips,
Coming down, on you like rain,
So tell me now where do we remain,
Over my shoulder it goes,
and where it lands, you don't want to know
I used to work, night and day,
Nobody listened to a word I'd say,
I didn't care who knew me then,
and someone stupid asked if we were friends, well,
Over my shoulder it goes,
Back to a bar, we both used to know.
Shut your mouth, and watch my lips,
Can you feel her healing finger tips,
Coming down, on you like rain,
Tell me now where do we remain,
Over my shoulder it goes,
and where it lands, you don't want to know
Over my shoulder it goes,
and where it lands, you don't want to know
song performed by by I Am Kloot
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Once Upon A Time There Was Pleasure
when you were younger
oh, you remember the things that you've done
so much pleasure there
all over
your finger tips, your tongue,
your feet
pleasures reside in every mouth
lips
the giggle of the lone navel
the electricity in your
hair tips
the curve on the nape
the secrets of the thighs
you smile
over such memories
when you are alone
sipping coffee
one afternoon
upon a very cold day.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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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How a Little Girl Sang
Ah, she was music in herself,
A symphony of joyousness.
She sang, she sang from finger tips,
From every tremble of her dress.
I saw sweet haunting harmony,
An ecstasy, an ecstasy,
In that strange curling of her lips,
That happy curling of her lips.
And quivering with melody
Those eyes I saw, that tossing head.
And so I saw what music was,
Tho' still accursed with ears of lead.
poem by Vachel Lindsay
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Not a word He said
Before the Sanhedrin You spoke no word
and from Your lips no sound was heard.
Silent like a mute not a word was said
as awayto the cross, Lord You were led.
Your lips were silent and there came no sound.
In Your defence nothing was to be found.
As a lamb before the shearer is dumb
so from Your lips not a word was to come.
Angels were waiting for your bidding, Lord.
Silently You stood and spoke not a word.
You could have summoned that great army Lord.
They were ready and waiting for one word.
Silent there before Your accusers, Lord.
To their amazement You said not a word.
Louder than thunder was Your silence Lord.
Much more powerful than the spoken word.
Those gathered there did not understand why
You kept Your silence and did not reply.
Then there on the cross Your silence You broke.
'Father forgive them' were the words You spoke
The Night Sky
Night sky, Night sky
Twinkling stars near by
White moon, white moon
You light up the night in full bloom
The night in display
Watching this sky play
Hiding behind the clouds
Are these silvery bright stars
Ready in action
The sky a distraction
Sweet kiss from these tender lips
And the feeling of love at my finger tips
poem by Noreen Fonseca
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Serve-by Cauchy3
Serve..
Peace is not served by lips.
Greed to plays at finger tips.
Care is not served by lips.
Greed as tyrants all will rip.
Wounds are split and fires are lit.,
Helms you men as dogs will sit.
Tyrants’ tails and heads may pass.
What a shame is master tasks.
---Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3---
poem by Cheung Shun Sang
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Thunder And Lightning
THUNDER AND LIGHTNING I thought it was love
That hurt so bad,
But all of this time I was a fool being had.
Now it's the last stop for you, baby,
On my gravy train.
Well, I don't understand
How I could be so short of memory,
How I could just leave my pride in the rain.
No more thunder and lightning.
Nobody's gonna wrap me 'round their finger.
No more thunder and lightning.
Ain't gonna let you treat me like a prisoner.
You played with my mind,
Baby, much too long.
You played with my head
Until all feelin' was gone.
Now I'm out of patience and money,
And my heart is numb.
You kept me in the dark,
But now I finally see some daylight.
I've got a chance.
I'm gonna run, baby, run.
No more thunder and lightning.
Nobody's gonna wrap me 'round their finger.
No more thunder and lightning.
Ain't gonna let you treat me like a prisoner.
Nobody's gonna pull this thing back together.
It's too far out of hand.
If you wanna give it one more try,
Try it with another man.
[Guitar Interlude]
No more thunder and lightning.
Nobody's gonna wrap me 'round their finger.
No more thunder and lightning.
Ain't gonna let you treat me like a prisoner.
[Repeat Chorus]
song performed by by Richard Marx
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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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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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My Secret
You've been told my secret
Not from the words of my lips
I wanted to keep it
Keep it on my finger tips
Wanting to tell you myself
Trying to find my courage
Wondering what are you thinking to yourself
Loosing all of my courage
Leading me far away from you
Slower each day
My eyes want to catch you in my view
Walking past you each day
But I don't won't to stray away
My heart is beating faster
For what I'm about to say
My lips begin to chatter
Chatter with the words in my mind
As I'm telling you my secret
From the words of my lips this time
Now you can keep it... our secret
Love Poem: Don't Get Too Close
Finger
and nose tips
and lips
examine the ragged planes
of my face
It's the morning after
and I'm scared
that I have given too much
expecting laughter
I am surprised
to find you
so seriously
examining me
My eyes beg you
not to leave
but already I am pushing you
away
Spend the day
but don't get too close
Dumb-Bells
DUMB-BELLS left, dumb-bells right,
Swing them hard, grip them tight!
Thirty fat men of the town
Must sweat their filthy paunches down.
Dripping sweat and pumping blood
They try to make themselves like God.
One and two, three and four,
Cleave the air and smite the floor!
Five and six, seven and eight,
Legs apart, shoulders straight!
Thirty fat men grunt and puff,
Thirty bellies plead, Enough!
Dumb-bells up, dumb-bells down,
Dumb-bells front, dumb-bells ground!
Thirty's God has just the girth
To pull the levers of the earth,
They made him sinewy and lean
And washed him glittering white and clean.
Dumb-bells in, dumb-bells out,
Count by fours and face about!
Put by dumb-bells for to-day,
Wash the stinking sweat away
And go out clean. But come again;
Worship's every night at ten.
poem by John Crowe Ransom
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So So Dumb
Uh
Oh yeah
Alright (alright)
Alright alright
Dumb dumb dumb
So so dumb so dumb
Dumb dumb dumb
So so dumb so dumb
Everytime I see ya
Simple bitch pleads
Come here and talk to me
Wanna tell ya (huh)
Tell ya whats been on my mind
The wifes a friend of mine
Why do you need some
Georgia pine in your life
Do you love everything
About the woman you with
Why you tryin to get with t
I thought that you had
Responsibility
See your wife is beautiful (huh)
The kid is two years old (hey)
She folds all your clothes
Whatcha runnin around for
I cant think that youre so
Dumb dumb dumb
She thinks youre so faithful
So so dumb so dumb
And shes such a pretty girl
Dumb dumb dumb
How could you be so damn
So so dumb so dumb
I cant believe
Youre knockin
Youre knockin at my door
I should get my gun
And gun you to the floor
But instead
I think Ill invite you in
Ima call your wife boy
And let her know where youve been
Cuz she thinks that
Youre so faithful
Boy youre so dumb (dumb)
Aint goin down like that no more
Guess whos knockin at the front door
Aint nobody you wanna see come in
You should appreciate your girl
Stop tryin to push it on me
I cant think that youre so
Dumb dumb dumb
She thinks youre so faithful
So so dumb so dumb
And shes such a pretty girl
Dumb dumb dumb
How could you be so damn
So so dumb so dumb
And one day love will leave your side
And no other will hear your cry
But you had to live your own life
Now nobody likes you
Not even you
Why you gotta be so
Dumb dumb dumb
Youve never been faithful
So so dumb so dumb
And you can have those other girls
Dumb dumb dumb
Cuz Im no longer in your world
So so dumb so dumb
I cant think that youre so
Dumb dumb dumb
She thinks youre so faithful
So so dumb so dumb
And shes such a pretty girl
Dumb dumb dumb
How could you be so damn
So so dumb so dumb
So stay away from me (huh)
You better play her somewhere else
You need to look at yourself (huh)
You need to find some help
So so dumb so dumb (dumb dumb)
Dumb dumb dumb (dumb dumb)
(da dumb dumb dumb)
So so dumb so dumb
Dumb dumb...
song performed by by TLC
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Ad Manus Puellae
I was always a lover of ladies' hands!
Or ever mine heart came here to tryst,
For the sake of your carved white hands' commands;
The tapering fingers, the dainty wrist;
The hands of a girl were what I kissed.
I remember an hand like a _fleur-de-lys_
When it slid from its silken sheath, her glove;
With its odours passing ambergris:
And that was the empty husk of a love.
Oh, how shall I kiss your hands enough?
They are pale with the pallor of ivories;
But they blush to the tips like a curled sea-shell:
What treasure, in kingly treasuries,
Of gold, and spice for the thurible,
Is sweet as her hands to hoard and tell?
I know not the way from your finger-tips,
Nor how I shall gain the higher lands,
The citadel of your sacred lips:
I am captive still of my pleasant bands,
The hands of a girl, and most your hands.
poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson
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Waiting For That Night
I am soooooooo looking forward
To laying beside you
For just one night
Breaking some of my rules
Not just one or two
I am talking about a few
You just don't know
What I want to do
I look forward to
Planting kisses
On those sexy lips
Of yours
Feeling your skin
Against my finger tips
Rubbing your back
Laying my head on your shoulder
The thoughts in my head
Are getting bolder
After all I am becomimg older
I know what I want
And I go for it
Without a second thought
If there is anything
That life has taught
Anything worth having
A battle has to be faught
So I am going forward
With my plans
Wanting us to see
One another as quick
As we can
The thought feels
So right
I am sooooooo
Waiting for that night
poem by Tameeka Smith
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Thunder & Lightning
I thought it was love
That hurt so bad,
But all of this time I was a fool being had.
Now its the last stop for you, baby,
On my gravy train.
Well, I dont understand
How I could be so short of memory,
How I could just leave my pride in the rain.
No more thunder and lightning.
Nobodys gonna wrap me round their finger.
No more thunder and lightning.
Aint gonna let you treat me like a prisoner.
You played with my mind,
Baby, much too long.
You played with my head
Until all feelin was gone.
Now Im out of patience and money,
And my heart is numb.
You kept me in the dark,
But now I finally see some daylight.
Ive got a chance.
Im gonna run, baby, run.
No more thunder and lightning.
Nobodys gonna wrap me round their finger.
No more thunder and lightning.
Aint gonna let you treat me like a prisoner.
Nobodys gonna pull this thing back together.
Its too far out of hand.
If you wanna give it one more try,
Try it with another man.
[guitar interlude]
No more thunder and lightning.
Nobodys gonna wrap me round their finger.
No more thunder and lightning.
Aint gonna let you treat me like a prisoner.
[repeat chorus]
song performed by by Richard Marx
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