Best Illicit Poems
Spray your love in the masochistic mist,
shapely satisfying the illicit itch...
With handcuffs upon the wicked wrist,
narcotic nectars that will bewitch…
Salacious secretions that must assist,
appeasing appetites that shall enrich...
Salivating on parts hardly ever kissed,
exploring erotica within its niche…
Licentious desires amidst negligent night,
engulfing erections are craving...
Passionate pistils partake in their plight,
tender thoughts are misbehaving…
Bodies in motion divulge in delight,
as animalistic aphrodisiacs are raving...
Concupiscence convulsions do bite;
willing wanton wizards are waving…
Hold me tight as we twist and twitch,
upon luscious landscapes yearning...
Libidinousness lactations in their stitch,
beauteous breasts are burning…
Carnal covetousness stings their pitch,
for evocative emulations returning...
Leaving humble humanity in the ditch,
lacrimal lewdness upon learning.
Oct.15.2019
Itch, witch, glitch or twitch
Sponsored by: Nina Parmenter
Background Music...Sade
"No Ordinary Love"
With Female Virtual Voice
N/A for contest
It was an illicit affair, you'd think, they wouldn't dare, they believed, if we handle it with care no one would be aware. Bur they made a grave err and it became a very heavy cross to bear.
Now the woman had flare with long, wavy hair, very well to do, a millionaire, she was known as cleaver Clair. Clair was doing just fine, marriage in tact, the woman was stacked, walking a straight line. Out of the blue, her life turned on a dime.
When she met a man who looked to be grand, seemed to have the upper hand, in complete command and he was called dapper Dan.
Dapper Dan was a secretive.man, although he had a wife and kids, he kept it very well hid. But Claire didn't mind, felt she needed to unwind and leave everything else behind, traveling a road completely blind.
Now they both were prominent the very substance in life they seemed to represent and all the people were looking at them with amazement. Until they looked into each other's eyes and was taken by surprise, they became mesmerized, what came next was very unwise.
They threw caution to the wind and committed the ultimate sin. It felt a so right, it couldn't be wrong, they were singing love songs, two people that just didn't belong. Things soon started to go wrong.
When they had to settle for quickies as their lives became tricky and the affair really sticky. No matter how hard they tried to keep it hid, life opened the lid then came an awful smell when life dropped a bombshell. It was time to say farewell.
Yes the jig was up and they had to drink from an extremely bitter cup. And they were genuinely sad for they could plainly see the beautiful lives they already had. Since they knew they had strayed they became afraid, for the first time in their lives they prayed.
Eventually they put their lives back together but they had to go through some awfully stormy weather. For those beautiful lives they earned. A hard lesson learned.
You see, you can work your game but it will take aim, put a bead on you like a sniper, then strikes like a pit viper, although your schemes can have you feeling hyper. Remember, just around the bend there awaits. The Piper.
Time together is the most precious time of all,
fleetng moments to be grasped,
secret, only seen by those who happen by
oblivious to the circumstances of what they see.
Ordinary to the uninformed eye,
two people rapt in each other sharing a common purpose,
a purpose that hides from the rest of the world, for now.
The joy of stolen hours, illicit pleasures made exciting
by the latent dangers, dangers that are knowingly ignored.
Commitments made to othersmust be honoured,
but, do these deeds not dishonour those commitments
in a way we do not wish to comprehend?
The denial of mutual pleasures,
the simple call to say, 'How are you?'
The holding of hands in public,
the litttle squeeze that tells all without words,
the overt passion of a greeting of hello or au revoir,
but never goodbye,
all relegated to a privacy behind closed doors.
Two pairs of eyes ever watchful for the familiar,
two silent voices unable to tell best friends.
The world does not need to know, yet,
the world may never need to know unless,
unless the illicit assumes a legality
and the consequences for others are not only acknowledged
but faced in a way as yet beyond contemplation.
The legality may diminish the excitement
that has fed the illicit, and then what happens?
The internal department of the psychic friends,
Aggravation can find a dollar before it is printed,
Like Christmas tax day comes once a year,
It will take that long to pay one bill,
Ask Santa for it under the tree it will appear,
The parasite, the invalid, it can't help itself ,
It's eating away a the system,
You can't kill it, it's like bad grass,
It just sucks your blood and laughs,
The more you give it the more it wants,
They use your mind, your body, and your soul,
No matter how bad it hurts, it can hurt somemore,
Hand stretched out arms open wide,
It invites everyone to be on it's side,
It runs like water it's hard to hold,
It rund out of your pocket until there is no more,
Like maduca the seven headed moster with a sore,
It won't stop kicking until you are is sore,
Men ain't free it's a IRS guarantee,
They can not stand the sun to shine,
They tell you what to think,
You can't fight City Hall because they put up a ten foot wall,
They can't hear, can't see, and won't speak no evil,
A crooked road where will this lead us,
To the deaths of the masses,
It spews hate it's the only thing that lasts,
Everything else is a worn out song,
"Follow the IRS you can't go wrong,
The IRS and it's sympathizers,
Go early to bed they are early risers,
Can't make love you can't go to war,
Not for a good reason or things worth fighting for,
Who's your daddy? What's your mama name,
Ask me no questions it's the end of the game,
Stand up sit down what should I do?
The IRS wants to get next to you,
They'll burn your house, they'll take your child,
Can't have it, ain't getting it,
I ain't got and I ain't gonna get.
She was a woman of beauty and grace
With a heart that longed for a lover's embrace
Her marriage was dull and devoid of desire
But a new flame ignited a passion that was dire
He was a man of power and charm
With eyes that sparkled with a dangerous alarm
Their affair was a secret, a forbidden delight
A love that burned with a passion so bright
She found in him what her husband lacked
A passion that filled her with a love so intact
Their stolen moments were like a dream
A love that was pure, or so it seemed
But the truth would soon come to light
A betrayal that shattered her with all its might
Her husband discovered her infidelity
A discovery that would end in tragedy
Her lover was gone, her heart torn apart
A love that was pure was now a painful remark
Her marriage was over, her life in despair
A love that was lost, beyond any repair
She learned too late that love can be a curse
A passion that consumes and leaves nothing but hurt
Her heart was broken, her soul in pain
A love that was lost, forever in vain.
Neighbor strolls shirtless
Confining my true delight
Our eyes meet briefly
Feverishly I suppress
Wishing I was a mower
When my eyes stop at a ring
on your finger
I wonder why this feeling
even stronger
I know for sure you're taken
Though my heart's not
broken, you've caught me in
your prison
Look at those eyes, intensely
stroking my heart
And those lips, offering
heating kiss
The closer you are, I smile a
nectar
You say your name, only
your sexy voice I can hear
I gaze your face, your neck is
on my trace
You invite yourself to my place
I definitely shall be whipped,
if I tried to resist
Then all of a sudden, your
ring touches my cheek
It is cold and rings my
conscience
As alluring your illicit
temptations are
I'd never scratch other
woman's heart
Youth to deny
Wearing an illicit sign
To drink from her curious eyes
And ravish her tender mind
Her innocence stalks her
ILLICIT ILLNESS
I was considering the subject of sorrow, sadness and tears
And how depression has such strength to last for so many years
Then I realized how happiness turns to hurt and pain
And how my tomorrows really have nothing to gain
And so I pick up my syringe filled with illicit calm
then try to find a vein in a track laden arm
Just another puncture as a sign of how badly I feel
And the belief that the wounds she caused may never heal
Dope can be a balm to calm the strength of stagnation
And erase the visions of repeated information
Intrepid information that reminds me of the love I once knew
And the portrait of pain her painting drew
No more laughter only she brought about
Because hurt can carry such caustic clout
It’s for that reason and that reason alone
That after so many years my sorrow seems only to have grown
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
Helen and Paris
cause of ruined Troy
in illicit amour
-November 07, 2018 Chattogram
Fair maiden was guarded by chaperone
Yet her vision was filled by a gallant
He too wondered how they could be alone
Then he remembered the jousting pageant.
Their encounter would be quite illicit
If his liege lord knew feelings were engaged
Her favours he would take quite explicit
Their feelings acknowledged and wholly assuaged.
Wonderful day sky ethereal blue
Strong-brave knight carried her silken favour
Both knew their precious love was pure and true
Thundering horses fearless to danger.
Their love life doomed maiden in dire distress
Her knight unhorsed, dead, they'll be no caress.
Pixabay Image by: GDJ
Explicit Trump Is Illicit
Not only do we want to be complicit,
We also have enjoyed being explicit;
When will shout,
Drum him out;
What Trump did is completely illicit.
Jim Horn
If from VMI you will know what a
drumming out is.
The sick and the injured had been his whole life
He’d never found time to ensnare a good wife
He’d slept with a patient and soon was arrested
“It just happened once,” to the court he attested
He’ll run no more x-rays, he’ll set no more bones
He’d made the mistake that no jury condones
No more operations, no drugs to dispense
The judge said, “The public demands recompense.”
“Your claim that it happened just once was complacent,
There is no excuse to lie down with a patient.
A long prison sentence is what you will get
Such a shame… for I hear you were quite a good vet.”
He desired her
He knew it illicit
And yet he couldn't
He knew her
He knew it licit
And yet he did
She knew him
She knew it licit
And yet she did
She desired him
She knew it illicit
And yet she didn't
My head sun bound,
The water scream sublime.
The ripples waver.
So tranquil now,
But if I fall,
Grasp and grippling.
Yes I’m fine on the ledge.
But the blue skies so meek,
Compare to the sonorous sea.
Aplomb.
The water leave a white sheen,
But unkempt under hide.
Hermit’s fatuous thinking.