The Thought-Fux
Rising in my hand, your Delta, an
Impression of heat on my fingers,
your
Mouth warm and hard, we met just
A moment ago but the chemistry
Is animal, I undress you, we
undress
Each other and the chemical
coupling
Begins, of lust, foreplay, hesitation;
the
Stink of skin and the fox is in,
the page is printed.
poem by Lucas Shakespere
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Turn The Key
turn the key...
put your hand
on the knob and
open the door!
there is more
to life than the boxes,
the bows, and the ribbon.
open the package!
you are who you undress for!
undress yourself
for yourself....
open your mouth
and let your song out!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Undress for the T.S.A (tune of Come to the Cabaret)
What good is sittin' alone in your room
Hop on a flight today,
First Take off your coat, your hat, your shoes
Undress for the T.S.A..
We’ll scan your suitcase, your ipod and phone
Mister, we have all day,
Undress for the T.S.A. you scum
Undress for the T.S.A..
We grope the guys, we fondle girls
Best of all our acts are legal
Because we’re working for the Eagle
No use permittin' a Prophet’s buffoons
To Wipe every smile away, yes
Undress for the T.S.A. you scum
Undress for the T.S.A!
What good are privacy rights anymore?
With full body scans O.K’d,
Bend over, cough, salute the flag
Undress for the T.S.A.
I once enjoyed holidays by the shore
but now I just drive most days,
rather that than the T.S.A, old Chum
Rather that than the T.S.A.
And as for me,
As for me,
What good is waiting on long airport lines
at the mercy of the T.S.A.
While someone named Kalid pats you down
wands you and kicks your bags around
Makes me loathe the T.S.A.!
poem by John F. McCullagh
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The Art Of Love Making...
undress
remove those coverings of restraints
undress
wear the skin of desire
touch, kiss, rub those bodies of stone and sand
hug the world and believe in the innocence of
natures colliding inevitably to the
silence of
ecstasy
spill and simmer
savor and favor
taste the bliss
bless this peace
desire culminates at the top of the mountain
saying Oh my God How beautiful Life Can be!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Wetness
Keeping it a thought you detest...
Is a kept confession,
You love wetness.
You're no different than the rest.
Those who undress quick,
For sex and wetness.
Denying heat wont make it go away.
Saying something different,
Is in conflict with your mission.
Keeping it a thought you detest...
Is a kept confession,
You love wetness.
You're no different than the rest.
Those who undress quick,
For sex and wetness.
Lie about it!
Try to hide those naked wishes in your mind.
Deny and fight it.
But you know fresh meat is what you want to find.
To bump and grind as you're sighing.
Keeping it a thought you detest...
Is a kept confession,
You love wetness.
You're no different than the rest.
Those who undress quick,
For sex and wetness.
You despair for nakedness and wetness.
You want it there,
Some sex and wetness.
Keeping you uptight at night,
And restless.
Ooooohhhyeah...
Keeping it a thought you detest...
Is a kept confession,
You love wetness.
You're no different than the rest.
Those who undress quick,
For sex and wetness.
mmmmm...
That sex and wetness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sleeping In My Car
Ill tell you what Ive done / Ill tell you what Ill do / been driving all nite just to get close to you / baby babe - Im moving so fast / youd better come on.
The moon is alright / the freeways heading south / my hard is going boom! / theres a strange taste in my mouth / baby babe - Im moving real fast / so try to hold on / try to hold on!
Sleeping in my car - I will undress you / sleeping in my car - I will caress you / staying in the back seat of my car making up.
So come out tonight / Ill take you for a ride / this steamy ol wagon / the radio is getting wild / baby babe - were moving so fast / I try to hang on / try to hang on!
Sleeping in my car - I will undress you / sleeping in my car - I will caress you / staying in the back seat of my car making love, oh yea!
Sleeping in my car - I will possess you / sleeping in my car - certainly bless you / laying in the back seat of my car making up.
The night is so pretty and so young / the night is so pretty and so young / so very young...
Sleeping in my car - I will undress you / sleeping in my car - I will caress you / staying in the back seat of my car making love to you.
Sleeping in my car - I will possess you / sleeping in my car - certainly bless you / laying in the back seat of my car making up.
I will undress you / I will undress you.
The night is so pretty and so young.
song performed by by Roxette
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Undress
The river undress
Qualified and with sea
The mountain undress
Qualified and touch sky.
About me face shy
With so many dress
No road no direction
To see and go by.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Woman And Poetry
writing poems together
with that woman is so much fun
i write mine, (i am much better than that woman)
i ask her to read my poems she obliges with her spectacles
as she opens her mouth to syllabicate
i gulp some saliva to my mouth
this woman is terrible
she makes me giggle
i have her word for word i have her metaphor per metaphor
there is no time to discuss
i like her to undress this time
i'll take the magic of her word
this time i will open my mouth
this time i will read all of her
i will not discuss i will not understand
i will just feel these metaphors
this mouth this tongue this body
this most important poetry
this love this lust this moment
after we have written
our poems together.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Undress me! ! ! ! !
Living under a cover
Hiding me.....
Undress my emotions
I want to break free
The inside clown
Long left the stage
Under his mask
A human disguised
Friend, foe or love
This human decides
Changes identity
Changes faces
Amidst the crowd
Masks to change
How do i select? ? ?
When i've lost the clown......
Humans are not unique
Indeed not
Carrying their masks along
Identical and fake
My lost identity
Glued with masks
Shed me off this burden
Undress me
Undress me............
poem by Royston Serrao
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To Cheesy For You (2008)
That warm romancing day is coming, drawing near
Though it's just a day, we're together another year
Everyday I love you, how a woman should be loved
Everyday I hug you, how a woman should be hugged
Though this day, more foreplay is revealed throughout the day
Everything may be the same, no need to ask, either way I obey
Everywhere I must kiss you, where a woman should be kissed
Everywhere I pleasure you, where a woman should be pleasured
Oh how you just love your Valentines Day
Such a day to feast on one another's display
Oh how you just love your Valentines Day
How you stare and undress, to get your way.
poem by David Joel Rodriguez
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Burn And Rage
alone...
in a room of voices,
dirty curtains sweating,
bodies without heat!
you buried me,
a 100 miles back...
poured milk on my grave,
and answered the phone.
but even the scar throbs,
the moon calls...
and the fire in the fugitive field,
burns down.
old men tell stories,
old poets burn and rage...
run with wolves, mad and hungry,
for touch, skin, and need!
when the soul becomes a tongue,
and fingers break windows.
the water in the well boils,
owls tremble and undress.
the hand that calls rain...
shakes, lights a smoke!
sweat sings on the pillow,
the scent of wild flowers.
travelling the night...
looking for a match!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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New Warm Skin (demo)
One fatal gift
Arrived here today
Heavenly sent
From the beauticians that pray
Here comes that face
And it's a textural treat
Is this a war?
Is this a god?
New
Warm
Skin
New
Warm
Expensive to touch
It's a novocaine skin
Beauty; this beast
Is transparent and thin
This sun can be cruel
I don't want to melt
Is this a war?
Is this a god?
New Warm Skin
New Warm Skin
New Warm Skin
New Warm
One fatal gift
Arrived here today
Contorted dreams
Of the beauticians that pray
Crawling out of this heat
And drifting this way
Is this a war?
Is this a god?
New Warm Skin
New Warm Skin
New Warm Skin
Is this a war?
Is this a god?
song performed by by Simple Minds
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Silk And Moonlight
sequestered love
you and i
stand intimateley
eye to eye
desire rising
yearning in motion
animated kissing
heightened emption
a moonlit room
rose petals spread
satin sheets
upon on the bed
bring two closer
embrace and caress
set in action
entwine, undress
passion craving
lose control
trade our sex
joining souls
catenery bodies
bouquet of lust
perfect moment
perfect trust
dangerous liasons?
coordinated moves
tonight our time
we make love
sweetest sensation
lust scented smell
released from our aching
moonlit washed shells
two now one
crowning tonight
rested in arms
fitting so right..............
poem by Dave Sherratt
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Hornbridge and Girls.
Hornbridge likes to see girls undress.
But slowly. Their thin fingers and thumbs
Holding the cloth and taking off. Especially
The black negligee held just so. He fully
Dressed waits until the final article of
Clothing is removed and she stands gazing
At him with her bright expectant eyes.
He likes to have music in the background
Playing. Jazz or classic. Gerry Mulligan for
Some types or Mozart for others depending
On their breeding or class. Occasionally a Rock
Chick makes it through his defences and he
Puts on the Stones or something of their ilk.
He likes it when the girls place their hands on
Their hips as they wait for him to undress.
Yet there is always some disappointment.
Some flaw in either breasts or waist or legs
Or ass. Gloria spoilt him. Hard act to follow.
Those eyes. How he could swim there in that
Blue liquid of the two eyes. Those breasts.
How could he ever forget them? His dear friends.
The way they would be waiting. Her hands soft
And warm and gentle touching him. And how
She loved to disrobe to the tones of a turned
Down Vivaldi from the hifi. Sad she left. Final
Curtain. Big cancer. No fond slow goodbye.
poem by Terry Collett
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New Warm Skin
One fatal gift
Arrived here today
Heavenly sent
From the beauticians that pray
Here comes that face
And its a textural treat
Is this a war?
Is this a god?
New
Warm
Skin
New
Warm
Expensive to touch
Its a novocaine skin
Beauty; this beast
Is transparent and thin
This sun can be cruel
I dont want to melt
Is this a war?
Is this a god?
New warm skin
New warm skin
New warm skin
New warm
One fatal gift
Arrived here today
Contorted dreams
Of the beauticians that pray
Crawling out of this heat
And drifting this way
Is this a war?
Is this a god?
New warm skin
New warm skin
New warm skin
Is this a war?
Is this a god?
Lyrics : j kerr music : simple minds (c) emi publishing ltd reproduced without permission
song performed by by Simple Minds
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Time To Sleep
The day is over
You have come back from your escape
Of the devouring fangs of routine
You are tired
Your head lags like the ink of
Gentian blue
You loosen the hold of your flesh
You undress you change your skin
You wind up and coil in the corner
You close your mouth
And keep your tongue in cheek
Slimy snake you shall now sleep
In my arms
In our dreams we shall not be enemies.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Medical Virginity
I undress each month for my doctor
and he either feigns disinterest
or is blind to what he sees.
This is a particular kind of intimacy;
one where I undress on demand
and he looks
but does not see.
I turn,
wanting some acknowledgment
that he sees me
wants me.
But he does not acknowledge my need.
He touches me then
in intimate spots
and I feign
not feeling his hands
which he pre-warms just for me
before he touches.
I get dressed slowly
and he watches me
for a second and disappears
leaving me
with a tiny bit of my virginity
restored.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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How I Have Destroyed Myself...
last night
when i arrive home from work
i undress myself before a mirror
seeing a worn-out body
furrowed by
too much stress
who furrowed all these lines
who wrinkled all these previous tight skin
the smoothness gone
who whitened this hair
and created the ruffles in my fingers
undulating waves
in my thoughts
endlessly rocking my mind
to such exhaustion?
the mirror is cruelly silent and if it has only a mouth
and a tongue
it could have uttered and lashed me with
'You! '
slowly i swallowed the word
I
Time should have been a good companion
loyal to my endeavors
but i rushed it like a slave
and so it has
taken its own revenge
these furrows
funnels of my Frankensteins...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In The Warm Room
In the warm room
Her perfume reaches you.
Eventually youll fall for her.
Down youll go
To where the mellow wallows.
In the warm room
Shell touch you with your mammas hand.
Youll long to kiss those red lips,
But when you do
Itll feel like kicking a habit.
Shell tell you that shell stay,
So youd better barricade the way out.
Shell tell you shes true.
Shell tell you she loves you.
Shes waiting in that warm room.
In the warm room
She prepares to go to bed.
Shell let you watch her undress,
Go places where
Your fingers long to linger.
In the warm room
Youll fall into her like a pillow.
Her thighs are soft as marshmallows.
Say hello
To the soft musk of her hollows.
Shell tell you that shell stay,
So youd better barricade the way out.
Shell tell you shes true.
Shell tell you she loves you.
Shes waiting in that warm room.
In the warm room.
Shes waiting in that warm room.
song performed by by Kate Bush
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The Dance...
We are vibrantly alive our nerves tingle, dancing,
Your skin on mine burning, pasions inflamed.
Sweet smells, voices echo, heat rising,
Skin exposed glistening with sweat.
Licking, kissing, biting, caressing and then...
Entrance to a warm moist enclosed world.
The soft insesent friction of electric emotion,
Pleasure almost too much to bare,
Breathless cries of extasy, flailing bodies,
We jouney ever closer towards passions precipice,
A sweet erruption of liquid lust released.
Satisfaction now fills all our empty places.
Heart beats subside, cocooned in loves embrace.
Sleep advances, dreams commence.
Until the dance begins again...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Witch
Eyes, rivulets of red that run beneath a canopy
Of green-tinged lashes –
Tear blood playing on the grey-white skin,
Stretched across the twin peaks of cheekbone.
That slender pillar of a neck –
Magnet of eroticism, blinds to
Veins gorging on the flesh,
Dancing under pulse of blood –
Or whatever pumps inside.
Coal-black lips word intentions –
Castigations – variations of the horror
She was born to be.
O the hair! – a flame-orange avalanche
Thundering down to Hell
Where seething mounds of torn bodies lost their souls
To viler wants and fouler holes of
Scatological minds.
And the plunge of lavish breast –
E’er the siren’s weapon! –
Baits the mortal man –
Were he to chance his hand across
The certainty of doom.
But still we go, our weakness on display –
Hers will not a challenge be to see to our decay.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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