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Not a red rose or a satin heart.

I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
It promises light
like the careful undressing of love.

Here.
It will blind you with tears
like a lover.
It will make your reflection
a wobbling photo of grief.

I am trying to be truthful.

Not a cute card or a kissogram.

I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss
will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithful
as we are,
for as long as we are.

Take it.
Its platinum loops shrink
to an engagement-ring,
if you like.

Lethal.
Its scent will cling
to your fingers,
cling to your knife.
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QuiteCrazy wrote:
knocking on DeVine's box
Dude, honestly it's all lovely ..
but do you EVER do any of it?
just asking...
Shhhhh!

We Poetic astronomers are nomads,
Merchants, circus people,
All the earth our tent.
We are industrious.
We breed enthusiasms,
Honour our responsibility to awe.

Nothing more, nothing less......

But the universe has moved a long way off.
Sometimes, I confess,
Starlight seems too sharp,

And like the moon
I bend my face to the ground,
To the small patch where each foot falls,

Before it falls,
And I forget to answer questions,
And only count things.
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SOBRIQUET DeVINE wrote:
<quoted text>
Shhhhh!
We Poetic astronomers are nomads,
Merchants, circus people,
All the earth our tent.
We are industrious.
We breed enthusiasms,
Honour our responsibility to awe.
Nothing more, nothing less......
But the universe has moved a long way off.
Sometimes, I confess,
Starlight seems too sharp,
And like the moon
I bend my face to the ground,
To the small patch where each foot falls,
Before it falls,
And I forget to answer questions,
And only count things.
the only candid,
naked one
was the onion
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#4407
Nov 20, 2012
 
QuiteCrazy wrote:
<quoted text>
the only candid,
naked one
was the onion
thigh and tongue,
naked one
are heavy with it,
it throbs in the teeth,
and bites in the eyes

We look for communion
and are turned away,
each and each candid diffraction

It is leviathan and you're
in its belly
looking for joy, some joy
not to be known outside it

two by two in the ark of
the ache of it.....

peeling it back,
you weeping
I'm under running water.

~DeVine.
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#4408
Nov 20, 2012
 
At his incipient sun
The ice of twenty winters broke,
Crackling, in her eyes.

Her mirroring, still mind,
That held the world (made double) calm,
Went fluid, and it ran.

There was a stir of music,
Mixed with flowers, in her blood;
A swift impulsive balm

From obscure roots;
Gold bees of clinging light
Swarmed in her brow.

Her throat is full of songs,
She hums, she is sensible of wings
Growing on her heart.

She is a tree in spring
Trembling with the hope of leaves,
Of which the leaves are tongues.
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#4409
Nov 20, 2012
 
You ask me how to pray to someone who is not.

All I know is that prayer constructs a velvet
bridge

And walking it we are aloft, as on a springboard,

Above landscapes the color of ripe gold

Transformed by a magic stopping of the sun.

That bridge leads to the shore of Reversal

Where everything is just the opposite and the
word Ďisí

Unveils a meaning we hardly envisioned.

NB: I say we; there, every one, separately,
Feels compassion for others entangled in the flesh
And knows that if there is no other shore
We will walk that aerial bridge all the same.
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Nov 20, 2012
 
Woman

Tonight

Iím going deep



I want to explore the contour of your ocean floor

I want you to feel my manhood

slide deep inside your womanly waters



I want you to feel each backstroke

as I dive and soak

in your wetness

like the rivers of the Nile



Tonight

Iím going in for a swim

and I intend to descend

tongue first to test your extreme depths



I'll hold my breath

and let my tongue deep dive and explore

corridors of your crevice

where no manís tongue has ever gone before



Tonight I'm going deep

Plunging deep inside of you

immersing my tongue in a circular motion

Tonight

I'm a pearl diver

looking for your pearl tongue

submerging to the deepest regions of your ocean



Tonight I'm going deep



Using my tongue to dive deeper than your surface

while searching for your buried treasure

holding my breath

while licking the erogenous zones

that bring your body pleasure



I'll begin by lifting your brows

while getting you mentally aroused

whispering in your ear

to stimulate your cerebral hemisphere

then Iíll dive deep within your pink pool

with no fear of drowning

because I use Magnum XLs for my deep diving gear



So go ahead and remove your skirt

so I can deep dive undercover

tonight Iíll make you squirt

as my penis probes inner regions your former lovers failed to discover



Woman don't be nervous

I know those other lovers only penetrated your surface

but tonight I'm diving deeper than they ever went



I'm going to make love to you until I experience back spasms

I want your mind to explode in mental orgasms

I want you to feel every inch of my presence

I'm going deep to prove that no other man could ever penetrate this deep inside your feminine essence



Tonight

Iím diving deep

inch by inch causing your walls to expand

Tonight Iíll dive so deep

that I'll make you scream Damn!

I LOVE YOU BLACK MAN!



Iíll explore inner caverns

causing your backbone tingle

I'll dive all the way down

I promise not to drown

I'm an experienced deep diving Mandingo



I'll have you telling your friends

Iím a deep diving aquamarine

because when I descend

deep within

I intend to go so deep

that I leave my imprints on your spleen



But woman I want you to realize

I'm interested in diving deeper

than your surface level

I know the sexual overtones of this poem

are making you feel cynical

But Iím diving deep

because I also want to take you

to the highest intellectual,

spiritual and sexual pinnacle



See I'm not shallow

and I know those other men

in your past were shallow swimmers

who weren't mature

and too inexperienced to explore your inner core

but I'm the man who's willing to go deep

until I touch the bottom of your ocean floor



Woman

lay next to me

I'm not satisfied with satisfying you sexually

or feeling the tsunami of your love

overflow in ecstasy

I want to dive deep inside your mind

to satisfy you intellectually



Let me show you the depth

and profundity of my love!



During this deep diving expedition

Iím on a mission to prove my affection

I want you to see that I have something bigger

to offer than this well endowed erection



I want to dive deep inside your mind

my tongue will provide the lubrication

After play is the time for intimate communication

verbal penetration and your

mental stimulation



And once I've made you experience

a mental ejaculation

I'll stroke your hair while you sleep

my after play will make you say

Oh man, how that poet Devine goes deep!
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I want you to come to my door
wearing nothing more
than a trench coat and stilettos
tonight I intend on making you scream in falsetto

Follow the trail of red rose pedals
leading to my king sized bed
now lay on your back
thighs spread
enjoy the movement of my tongue
while I proceed to make your eyeballs
roll into the back of your head

You may have been with other men
but tonight I intend
to lift up your skirt
insert my fingers
and massage your g-spot until you squirt

Tonight I want you to release
and leave puddles of your orgasmic juices
all over the sheets

I'm a man who understands
how to use the forefinger on my hand
to massage your vaginal glands
suck on your nipples
until you squirt
so hard that you need a bed-pan

So lay back
relax
unlock your thighs
while I use my tongue
to lick your wet womanhood
counter-clockwise
have you surprised by my co ck size
leave you feeling so good
that you'll be looking' cockeyed
moaning in pleasure while the bed rocks
and my rock hard c ock
slowly slides inside of you

I just want you to release
I want you to sit on my face
ride my tongue
allow me to lick your inner thighs
until tears of joy fall from your eyes

I want to make love to you
until your orgasm has an orgasm

Tonight
I'll intentionally
give you every inch of me
causing you to drench the sheets
clench your teeth
while I make love to you sensually

eventually.........

you'll feel your pelvic throbbing
I'll have your head bobbin
knob slobbing
have the bed rocking
till your neighbors come knocking

I want you to squirt so hard
that you call your doctor and tell him that he needs to prescribe you a med
leave the sheets wet
you'll think you pee'd the bed

Now close your eyes

Visualize
my tongue taking a trip
towards the inner region of your hips
fantasize feeling my warm tongue flick tip
you canít' escape my strong grip
so lay back as my mouth savors every sip
of the love juice that drips
from in-between your inner lips

(slurp)

I can tell youíre excited because
your clit is beginning to swell
and your naturally wet no need for lubricant gel

Now fantasize feeling my fingertips
fondling your erect nipples
while I slowly slide every inch of me inside of you
causing your body to shudder while
I hone in on your g-spot

I'm penetration with slow deep strokes
suddenly you feel an increase in your pulse
anticipation begins to peak
and within minutes your body begins to convulse

Make eye contact with me
while our bodyís rock rhythmically
you moan in pleasure with each deep thrust
I'm bending my back swiftly
urging you to bust

Baby get your nut!

I quicken my pace
your hips gyrate while I penetrate deeper
and within minutes your wet womanhood pulsates
wet waves of pleasure and satisfaction come gushing out of your flood gates

I hear you screaming
I feel you squirting

Donít worry about wetting the sheets
women also deserve to skeet

Moments later
I hear you whisper
squirting is the closest thing
youíve ever felt to paradise

Rest for now
because later tonight

I intend to make you squirt

Twice times twice!
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Nov 20, 2012
 
You open lush and pink,
a hybrid of your liquid need,
my fertilizing lust.
I kiss your lusty stem.
I lick your labial petals.
I sniff serene the sweet scent
of your flowering.

Not to be plucked,
neutered by vase,
I'm drawn to your living,
the hot house of bodies,
the hard thrust,
the tender pollination,
the raw sap-slued coitus,
the gentle fingering of the bud.
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This wooer has no opportunity
to bathe with the contortionist
in a pond
under the full moon which is tonight

If he could, they would
bend and twist
glide soap to, then beyond
each others' curves

If she would, he would
let hands, legs, arms and feet seduce
toes squeeze sponge
squirt drops......
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(She.........)

The buzzing needle
penetrates my skin.
I can't see the ink,
but I feel the pain
and grip the metal

posts of the chair's back
until my fingers
cramp. The artist asks
me a question which
invades the torment

that will cloud my brain
until endorphins
kick in. He shows me
another color
and dismay requires

me to focus and
rethink the palette
I've envisioned. His
devotion to his
craft never wavers

and my trust in his
talent overrides
all my concerns. I
survive the pain and
the indecision,

but still I stagger
when, after two hours,
I stumble to the
mirror to admire
his bright creation.
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Naked like murmurs
she stirs in the flesh

the kiss
down by the corner of her mouth
a flavour of wine and the tilt of her smile
hover like doves on my tongue

conclusion
sadly
our affair
had the destiny
of ending
in such
short poems as this
it must have been
better than that

the kiss

down by the corner of her mouth
a flavour of wine and the tilt of her smile
hover like doves on my tongue

she

happy in her beauty she
scatter leaf from north blonde tree
bent, blue short dress and shatter
brown legs curve down eyes batter
smile she smiled laughing me
laughing that be half her life
laughing oh! is her drum fife
cool cool she sway a wind
kept calm in her trimmed
oh! self unleashed outside her blithe
sweet bone world she sends out to be
nothing but life oh! constant as
tides she washes beach wave as
happy in her inner beauty she
scatter leaf from north blonde tree

she cried

after laughing, naked
yet sorry set eyes set in sorry wet face
just set yet eyes get wet tears let grace
in/out in/out yet words get tears lace
bed time she cried pet her years place
well met sorry night men race
here wet face streaked tear glace
eye skin streak stay sorry set yet cry sad trace
hurt skin feelings no sad she cried no ace
joker kiss tear gone come another why pace
away hold her tight smile away happy embrace
sigh tear set wet tear face
yet still sorry set eyes in sorry set face
before laughing, naked

Memo to the Lady

I would like to warn you,
my lady,
that the next time
your fingers touch my balls
I will explode
in a sheet of flame
you might just
as easily taste.
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Nov 21, 2012
 
knelt over her spread below me
slid
my throbbing
up over her butterfly stomach
all skin alive
to round, rounder her breast
tapping the nipple
lightly surface knocking
she
put her hand over her breast and its lover
pressed
as closer, harder to her
glazed her eyes, closed mouth open/tongue licking
lips glistening
then the other breast
it pleased her so

she was willing
i not yet spilling, so
she took it in her mouth
a question she advanced
upon sucking/fingering/tonguing
slowly blessed
lip-pressed, sucked, sucked
my hands caressing her hair gentle
wondering she tasted the unusual
sunburst: smiled with
newly discovered pleasure
going to her stomach

herself
all naked
hips hungry
sat upon my thighs
hanging happy over me,
faces kissing
slowly slow-ly wriggled
until the lips of her glowing warmth
part encased my erect enjoying
she
hip rocked back and forth
oozing living sensations
all along the shaft
up and down,
opened further till her
legs fully splayed
up and down
all along
up and down
all along
lifted the erect higher
fitting it hungrily into herself
sacredly moving adoring
and began to soar,
whipping her head around
and around in sympathy with
my upthrusting her
rotated
gyrating
growing skill
pure motion ensued
till she fell upon
me
I still in her
fell out
she rested
upon my slowly heaving chest
wrapped her arms around
the kissing me
kissing us
resting
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I recall her pubic hair
as ferny vegetation, thick and black.
Amazing... there she lay
upon her wide and undulating back
with one leg thrown,
the other raised at knee,
the whole scene lit
with a muted streetlight's desire to see.
With one arm waiting behind
her easy, calm and contemplative head,
and her pillowed eyes
whispering from that breezy single bed,
we aboundingly
but for such a short time shared,
there, her limpid nudity, there
unrestrained, after less than a week was bared.
- I did more
than look, I stared
to between her opened
cream-and-tawny thighs, as, thick, full and black
that hair, refined, light, so youthfully
crinkled, crisped, close-textured and often tack
with the sheening fluids we each
in the other made overflow
as we looted desire and time
of a passionate, sensual undertow.
It was at all odd hours
that I fingered that hair
for long and long
while she smiled at all the pleasure there.
Over weeks,
over long, clean, verve-curved thighs
my leaping hands
celebrated, and my fascinated eyes
saw how well defined
was the suddenly rising edge
of pubic hair
from her warmly summered skin.
A hedge, almost
one of luxurious contrast
to the near-transparent female grass
upon her thighs and lower abdomen.
Black! Black to the last:
bushy, all natural scented;
firmly intimate hair all in-skin knotted
perfectly round her flesh so belling,
churning, welling out,
ahh, so lingeringly, lust-besotted.

Mmmmmm, cunnilingus

like a poem, perhaps...
the gradual tongued apartness
after the decision to be party to it.
the strangeness of new, moisty places,
unusual intimate tastes, novel perspectives
and the tearing at the hair from above.

from numerous directions, in many places,
and almost passionless sensuality, past adoration
this pleasure, satinly constructed;
a little of
the real perfume beads the face, lulls the mind.

whose point of view prevails - so much openness,
so much space to be filled with the anticipated.

begin at the shoulder's curve,
follow with barely parted lips and taste the erogens,
till hovering, nuzzle teasingly,
intuite the parting thighs which seek variety,
peel the fruit till dazzled flesh
reduces itself to contact
which unburdeningly gives itself
up to most beautiful, heart-warmed frictions,
and undulations gently slide down sweet intensities
which twist and ride up and over
lilted music in us -
sup and sip the most sated saliva ever glanded,
kneading nubs of luscious,
luminescent - what must be for her, loveliness.
Look in and kiss folded depths
opened with delirium,
closed with a slow, natural restraint
which permits a moderation,
for, from beginning to end, such
luxuries cannot persist, and more potent,

violent pleasures must needs batter the coiled bodies

which is not to say too little for the talking

or how to obliterate time
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We lie there in heat, nakedly,
until you, lady,
begin to stroke with such devotion
and lazily lick your lips -
Then you curve your smiling body round my legs.
your fingers tipped with gradual lust
are lace, embroidering this king of pleasure.
you stretch your leg
and blow on my hair, on my skin,
then across the top of my thighs.
You slowly close your eyes;
you kiss once the shaft
and turn the tap of soft ecstasy
to a waterfall through my pelvis.
You shift, to begin to enjoy this more.
One of your breasts settles into
the bower of my hip,
and with your mouth all apart you explore.
Your face seems awed by tallness.
You wet with your tongue all sweet luxury,
sucking delicately over and round,
up and down;
your hair wafts across my stomach,
rythmically, erotically demure.
Your shoulders have a gentle power,
as, fingers kneading at the base,
your kissing lips group deep on purple.
Veins distend, and you control
such a well-designed uproar
into a caressingness of waiting.
I hover in your mouth.
Waiting, I become cylindrical.
I want to roll. I thrust.
You retreat. You take me in your mouth.
You fix your throat.
You slow, you quicken,
you taste on taste.
I moan, too glad, enclosed,
until as you take me liquefied
to flood your curiosity
I leap whitely across your tongue
and you release me
like a loving word you have spoken
enchantingly over and over again.
One flick, the tip of your tongue convulses me.
You kiss the shortening man,
your mouth dripping with
my fluid and your saliva.
Later you stroke
your wet discoveries
with one slow finger, dazed.
Then you smile with your eyes.
You roll over to ask how it was.
With your legs so apart,
your hair so wet,
and your centre glistening
you seem more ready
than ever before.
You stroke your own breast
and spread your toes.
Later when your hips lift
and I enter you quickly
your body moves like a tongue.
Then you begin to arch,
I cannot say how well.
I move to kiss your tongue, your mouth,
to dwell there in your breath
as you keep rolling,
moaning, giving, glad.

ancient lovers

within a sigh of contentment -
leaves whirling down the windy street
brushed almost against her breast
within a sigh of contentment who greets
first some memory of a subtle test
her naked skin he saw in a half light...
beginnings of the love poem
seventeen wonders for you
my beauty, among them
the fact you are alive to see the world,
the green, the spark, the live crest
my love, i am too new
as we lean nearer

her complexion,
most often in summer, the unexpected angle
of a woman's cheek catching sunlight and beaming
light filled with her anatomy into my eyes
her face, just for a shining instant
the boat, the exhausted oar, the groan of afterlove
sweating, the hand across the hair as if the horizon
had melted, a momentary illusion before
the broad smile, the lip service

'you'

completely still night air
filled with lovers hovering on discovery
the warm day swinging
at the passing away of time, flame shudders silky
teeth catch
the gentle tautness natural at the start of frenzy
she considers the smell of her dampness
one of them wonders 'what am I doing?'
laziness melts.

a single grief rustles,
a lizard in the heart's drier land,
once, swiftly, and a tongue speaks out from wet silence
a groan, an inexpression
later one of them drank water from a glass
and wiped a mouth with the back of a hand
when the smell is intense
when the variable night locks its secrets
an eye reading an eye
a hand reaches for clothes
a hand on a shoulderbone
one arm stills over a sad feeling
how long have we been apart?
passion a kind of architecture
for each other's sense of eternity

a fastidious glint of hair at the thighs
a single flush of blood
a single fingertip
a love bite under the mouth
blood has much to do with it
archaic patterns, ancient lovers
and a cry of antiquity
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Nov 21, 2012
 
a summer
has killed a winter
they are already drinking wine
the rose throws greetings out
on the soft power of the day's incline
the lips move through speech
the currents of shadows flood
away into the dreams
of grass
waiting
where love is......
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My poems
are
like a hand feeling fabric
my words are precise covers
for uncertain shapes
coloured with ambiguous pastels.

About the shape of the hills
she is silent.

She looks from the hilltops, though,
more and more discreetly,
to the horizons of discreet anquish.

Things as are, not quite sayable -
are on the silent horizon
in recurring presence, recurring.

This is waiting for the sun.
This is waiting for the day of straightness
woven like a gown she once saw
and desired
like a draught of clear spring water.
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I dreamed of a lover from years ago
and she was dressed in green.
She smiled as readily as she always had,
though she never said where she'd been.

I was working, engrossed, absorbed...
We lived together awhile.
I wondered why she stayed nearby.
As always I was captured by her smile.

Why was she here? I dreamed. I never wondered.
We finally went to bed.
She went with me more naturally
than she ever had, to sleep head to head.

How the years play tricks.
I woke and cursed. I never need reminding
how a cure for passion hasn't been found,
how the memories keep unwinding.

She hasn't been heard of for quite some time.
I felt a kind of indignity.
I can't tell with this dream. Did I visit her?
Or did she, for some reason, visit me?
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Nov 21, 2012
 
Cradled between your tender thighs
I lift you to my mouth.
The abundance of your wetness greets me
and my mouth overflows with your warm essence.
Your sweet taste is on my tongue
and your fragrance delights my senses.
No gentle lick this visit.
No bashful cautious approach
For I wish to consume you.

Push against my hungry mouth
As the tip of my tongue slides up the slippery furrow
that welcomes me between rows of delicate pink petals.
Thrust against my generous tongue.

Show me the power of your desire
for my oral caress.
My exploring tongue lifts the hood
and finds your smooth firm pearl.
You squeal in that unique way,
signaling that I have found your special spot.
I harden in response.

My jaws protests what my open mouth provides
but I am unrelenting in my gift,
intent only on your fulfillment.
I feel your body tense,
and you are quiet now...
Concentrating... bearing down.
Soon now my love,
ecstasy approaches.

You push hard and fast against my tongue,
shameless in using me
and I so willingly comply
until you cry out...
and in your satisfaction,
I will find mine,
But mine will be the greater.
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Nov 21, 2012
 
From where I lie, nestled between your tender thighs
I see stretching out before me
the spectacular landscape of your beautiful body.
My nose is surrounded by the untrimmed bush
that sprouts upon a bony ridge.
Unseen, my tongue has found the fountain of your womanhood
and your earthy taste is sweet within my mouth.
My eyes travel across the flat plain of your soft stomach,
lingering at that shallow crater
where a small gold ring decorates the rim most distant from me.

It is a rolling meadow to the lush foothills of your breasts.
Small firm mountains, a matched set,
twin peaks each topped with its own perky nipple
sitting alert as though calling out for attention.
Beyond the mountains your chest and neck
display the warm reddish flush that signals your arousal,
like flowers announcing the coming of spring.
My eyes travel over your chin, finding full lips
that reveal nothing of your intense inner pleasure,
save a small upturning of each corner.

Your eyes are tightly closed as you look deep within.
Golden hair provides a wispy frame for your lovely face
as you are swept up in the avalanche of your arousal.
Your face reveals no recognition of my presence,
for you are swallowed up in the ecstacy of your sexual pleasures.

As I now concentrate on my pleasure in giving to you,
I close my eyes, for I have captured the landscape of your body.
Your indelible image is imprinted on my mind
and in fantasy, I will swallow you up.
My mouth will consume you, taking you in
and you becoming a part of me and I of you
until the plains heave up, the mountains shake,
and the bodyscape before me erupts with the fury
buried within the deepest strata of your passionate soul.

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