Titillated Poems - Poems about Titillated

...“hope floats from purple petals to ebony buds” - Silent One In darkness, I dreamt in color, with eyelids fluttering like butterflies. I’d thought I’d see sunlight, before I fell into......

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...X marks the spot - teeny fingers tap colors. Youngster’s attentive to the rainbow bars. Language of a rambunctious or prissy toddler. Oscar music songbook exalts experience. Potent stick and head......

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...For some reason, I feel especially vindicated Learning recently that I won’t be syndicated, I know many of my dear family are titillated Since they are of my readers most dedicated. I......

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...He was turbulent, fearful, and a dipsomaniac. He was dead to the target, undeniable emulation of his father. So I've been told. Equated with many of his uneducated and socially stigmatized peers, ......

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...One Last Night of Passion Shimmering starlight reflects on his face, in the throes of our final fervid embrace. Each sensual caress weakens my defenses, and our frenzied kisses ignite m......

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...Summer’s warmth breezed upon the verdant hills Quivering golden twilight’s zesty marigold appeal Scintillating rustling leaves in resplendent prairies While eventide’s glaring aura emulated your z......

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...Sometimes sun rays feel deliciously nutritious in delightful ways upon my then titillated skin. Sometimes early dawn’s ideal golden streaks smolder atop the ocean in ways that awe me. At thos......

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...She is sallow-skinned, salacious, seductive beauty, secure, safely sequestered in seclusion; sinking, shaking, shattered, submerged self-contained, self-centered in selfless solitude s......

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...IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY - LXXIII IF ever I had a country re-made by the Revolutionary And if ever I were that Corsican Napoleon who appropriated the Apollonian sanctuary " gymnase " and the " ......

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...I once spent the winter Near the town willow creek. It wasn't adventure I attempted to seek. The cabin elevation Was 5000 foot. My goal that winter Was to finish writing my book. The firs......

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...Within a whirlwind of change The mouth of modernity passes And we casually cast images Of past protruding post-hate We find ourselves fiddling With harpoons to harken our Wayward wise dominion ......

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..."Just take this chalk," (so went his talk, to servants sent before): "And do not balk. When you uncork good liquor, mark the door." This way, the churchman planned to pass, when pausing f......

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...In the mid summer hues Oh in the Kingdom of thee Pillars of lust so lofty Dither boneless men like bees Only to mesmerise the seer For its beauty & valhallain A fine glass of amethyst ......

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...When I was a lad and somewhat brash I often read the poems of Ogden Nash, whose humourous rhymes on many themes, was motivation for my own poetic dreams. Later when I took to reading Edgar Alle......

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...Straight rows of soft chairs, larval eyes stare blank Absorbed by glowing colors on the wall Their jaws slack, fetid whiff, unwashed and dank Arrested minds the blue screen does enthrall Their ......

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