Category: Poems
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Baby doll
Baby doll it’s you and me trippin towns,I’m holdin you tightly by the hand, rippin down those dripping frowns, no more castles made of sand! Platinum Plated placemats you used to roll your bud, I say kick the cows out the crib with mouths all full of cud, our eyes now locked, can’t turn away, haters […]
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Opening poem from the new book “Words of Want” by Stephen Scialli
Alas, I would whisper The words of want into your heart Stir the passionate fire Make mine into your desire Yumminess may abound Smiles inside and out Mood swing are found Trying your sexiest pout Intrigue just one Two to be fun Hearts racing for more Open another of loves door Take a healthy chance […]
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“Brooke”
“Brooke” Not just a breed of any kind; tall, powerful, yet blonde and fair. Short-haired, it contrasted her; long haired, it made her shine. She, with long hair blonde, body petite quite beautiful. Eyes deep, sensuous gleaming, made my time stand still. Protected by her guard dog, wrapped up at night, […]
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you do not need firewood for your stories .. you do not need it rains in August .. six emotion in the emotion, the emotion because you are .. patches do not try to mend clothes crumpled, because you are not a patch .. love is a painter, not a character, although sometimes these Two […]
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Slowly dies who becomes the slave of habit, repeating every day the same paths, who does not change the march, who does not risk and change the color of clothes, who does not speak to those who do not know …… He dies slowly who avoids a passion, who prefers black on white and the […]
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it is my intent not to be absent on the occasion of the new sensation to makes us one not to be undone fingers dance a minaret our tongues talk silent alphabet we soon forget our limbs entwined so heavenly devine all our troubles all our dread soon to be passing through just wind in […]
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CYBER HOMME
pixels on my screen begin to glow here he is….. my heart quickens. the image of an angel in electrons reaching out at the speed of light. his eyes pierce mine our senses beginning to gel I laugh……I cry I don’t know why characters…..then words appear communicating his wisdom his fingers caress the keyboard touching […]
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In the valley of womanhood a wonderland wanting yes, wanting to be explored devoured enveloped with lips on lips skin to skin so velvety smooth is his touch breathing her name hearing her sighs the soft sighs of a woman…. ….by wanda
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she is abstract beauty, not perfection she is round and full, blossoming womanhood she is forsaken belittled by a hypocrite society that preaches to love, worship, and nourish the body, yet forces masochism to maintain its jaded ideal. but she is a goddess unconcerned with the masses who cannot see who tell her she is […]
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Rest until dawn from which upon The day break awaits you The road maybe long but there’s a song From which the tide Can take you!!!