Crazy frenzied buzzing in the hive this afternoon
A sexy female bee had come in on Zoom
She was built differently than the old dour queen
She’s a real fox, a dream, said my pal Screen
Screen is always trying to put down the current queen
They have not gotten along well since he was a teen
I looked on zoom and immediately saw what Screen saw
This bee was a real looker, a lah-dee-dah
POTD~
In the misery of a paler grey nightfall
she blinks like citrine glazed along walls,
Ivy of Boston flaunts her shimmer without guilt
as palette of amber claims her lustrous glides
slithering with her bohemian lift,
rosette flesh blushing in chilled breeze.
Social climber this paramour, whirling
among plants wanton wild ,
trickles of mist freckle palms of curled leaves-
stem for stem-- translating the language of time,
of how branches relish herbage flow
as my wet hands paddle my dusky breaths
through mid-evening's freeze.
How her alchemy draws gasping sighs
more red than red could ever tease,
and that gypsy's heat...leaving mortals
in awe-...that her fluid pose seems to jut out
from a glass frame to rush forth with all
her womanly senses gushing, snaking,
writhing in the middle of ghastly, boney winter
meant to return on the edge of wild abandon,
enticing men with her faceted charm
never ever the same each time.
To Melt a Woman's Heart
A magical incantation to melt a woman's heart.
Sending electric tingles racing through her every part.
A sweet succulent enveloping delirium she will find.
As thoughts of the purest desire swirl through her mind.
A magic spell where each word is crafted with the utmost care.
To bring her such a raging passion that's far beyond compare.
She becomes a blazing Phoenix rising with her fiery might.
For love's sake, she's remade to burn our bed throughout the night.
Charged with the almighty power of love are her arms.
Such that no man may ever resist her womanly charms.
Her exhale is sweet as honey and her moist lips are the most divine.
A magnificent breath stealing shape and silhouette in every curve and line.
The spell is cast and carried word for word in this magic rhyme.
So that we two may be lovers until the end of time.
Limbs flailing under leaves
These rows of second sight
That go with the reeling —
Like a dream too much dragged,
Her strange flesh is peeling.
Limbs flailing under leaves
Scraps of a wood tongue speak
To the womanly walls —
Where they perish upon
Shadows of her by dawn.
Limbs flailing under leaves
Their temperaments cool down
As she sips tea of trees —
There alveoli kiss
Autumn flickers on green.
Limbs flailing under leaves
How groans the bark's glory
That thinks of drift in dark —
There a fallen place warm —
...none hold her in her loss.
As he is making love to me he has the most loveliest smile.
He is slouched right on top of me, as he gasps all the while,
Giving into my every seductive womanly wile.
Birthday Wishes: Horatian Ode
Sweet sixteen with no happy birthday cake.
Oh, Mother, you're missed but I am bitter.
How many hundreds did your calloused hands make?
So steady, so sure, why do they quiver?
A Mother who has no thought for herself,
A daughter too immature to think to help.
A lovely, womanly form, but only Momma to me..
Oh Momma, she has your eyes so you can watch over me.
Abducted suddenly from youth, captive in haggardly age,
Your battle with scalpels left their jagged marks…
Just as your ancestral Natives wore paint when war raged,
It was your way to push back at the dark.
If time were a river, I'd gladly jump right in…
To dark, freezing waters, no matter, I'd swim…
To try to give back a portion of your goodness and light,
Stand with my back to yours and together we'd fight.
Three little old ladies came to Chester’s door
He did not know it but he had met them all before.
One had lived with him and took care of his children four.
Another he had been engaged too, but jilted with the girl next door.
The girl next door was the last one to arrive, she was holding out tea.
It is rather delicious, she told him, our secret womanly apricot recipe.
The police had no clues that day in the death of Chester.
The three hags went home grinning and said, “now we go after Fester.”
Fester was Chester’s twin, and he had been evil to them too.
They frequented his Michigan doorstep at a quarter past two.
Come in! He said. I have been expecting some gorgeous gals like you.
They watched him as he tasted their offering and turned a brilliant blue.
Topless Tattoo
Topless tattoo parading on the beach
Self-assured, edgy, out of reach
A nonchalant lounge, delicate pose
The perfect life we have to suppose
Male eyes survey you, curiosity and lust
And you bare all from head to bust
Then you leave, you’ve had your play
An old guy watches, wishes you’d stay.
The ghosts await you as you turn the key
A cold chill greets you from the sea
Your glamour lasts for a few empty hours
Home has no use for womanly powers
The sun disappears, and the gloom takes hold
The beach just a memory, of you so bold
You’ll leave them guessing until the next sunrise
Down on the sand with your topless disguise
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Aaah my love let your lacey
Lingerie Linger lastly slipping
Below your womanly waist with
Wanting me to erase your
Longing gaze. I love that look!
Like lips let laughter loose as I
Consume you choose to be in
My ecstasy. How can I refuse
This erotic space! Right next to
Me. I see your face. Baby your
Electricity is more than what
You say. You're bad Mrs. Me.
Sweetheart baby! You've been
Had, I have you where I want
You. Here Everlast.
Let your breath go submit to
Me yeah baby! This chase is
Erasing spaces between you
And me to much fevor to
Believe. I love this maddening
Trip especially when you
Scream! More exciting so
Inviting. Secession stop me
Please Dolly! Holler loudly
Why try to cry, it only turns to
Pleasure excellently contrive
My need! No strain or pain.
Lay back and know I'm always
Here waiting for the ecstasy
Flow. Yeaaah I know I know
I know I know DELILAH!!
Baby Dolly please! Dolly!!
Good morning Mr. Sunshine your journey's underway
Have you come across any pocket penguins on your rise today?
I'm looking for one specifically, on her I am sold
You would know her if you saw her, she's a beauty to behold
Well let me tell you some things more to help you to recall
First of all she sings like fire, she's brighter than them all
Secondly she's passionate in what she wants to do
She'll keep you on your toes so you'd better think things through
Thirdly, if she asks a question it's more likely than it's not
She already knows the answer she's just seeing what you've got
Fourthly she's so feminine, as womanly as they come
Her tastes are just impeccable, in all second to none
And finally, though this isn't all the things that I could here devise
She's got the most captivating, incredible blue eyes
A pocket penguin yes indeed, but what I say is true
I'd love to have her with me and if you knew her you would too
Bride of Frankenstein does not like the scene she is seeing.
Her husband looks so delightful, he might be peeing.
Elvira Mistress of the dark is losing her clothes loud and proud.
Her large headlights are shining and showing, collecting a crowd.
The werewolf is groveling down low at the hussy’s feet.
Tasting the hem of her gown, what could be so sweet?
Bride of Frankenstein is furious, going to tear into them all.
When Elvira says “Frankenstein, your wife is a doll!
She is protective and personable, and I like all her ways.
She is even sweet-tempered on those womanly days.”
Bride of Frankenstein begins to rapidly take all mean ideas back.
Elvira might be nicer than she thought, so she begins to back track.
As soon as she is gone Frankenstein says this was a close call!
I know says Elvira, who is not truly that much of a doll.
Dracula is still trying to figure out where to sink his pointed teeth.
Werewolf is eating bugs out of Elvira's hem a carnivore relief.
This silver trinket means so much to me
An old broken locket from yesterday
Caught in a memory of mystery
The womanly image on my mind does play.
Her countenance is definitely pensive
Graceful shoulders and hands arranged just so
Beautiful brooch on blouse looks expensive
Intuitive feeling what do I know?
Father passed away, among his papers
Photograph of woman from my locket
Love letter asking him a great favour
Her brooch he kept safe in velvet pocket.
Mystery now solved the story revealed
But, why oh why was my mother concealed?
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A beautiful image of Victorian womanhood.
She is colder than
Most with emotions.
With her it's just going
Through the motions.
Her womanly ways and
Perfect figure.
No hesitation when she
Pulls the trigger.
Her tan skin and
Dark eyes.
BEWARE! A word
To the wise.
Her full lips,
Her long fingernails.
She is 100%
Bone-a-fide female.
You smile when you
See her look.
You're guessing, she is
A closed book.
Her radiant smile sets
You at ease.
The way she moves,
With expertise.
She is at her weakest
In the morning.
She never prepares when
She hears the warning.
No matter what,
A smile on her face.
It's like she has
Fallen from grace.
You can envy her
Lack of attention.
Easy going, calm,
No sign of tension.
No emotions show
In her eyes.
No hint of confusion,
Or look of surprise.
She is not stuck-up
Doesn't brag or boast.
Be careful,
She is colder than most.
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The beauty born from lovely melodies fill my visions.
Nature’s image transformed into a glorious tone,
Is found all over, extending earthly nature’s regions.
Even the sun appearing as a bright flower in the morn
Gives off its soft rays with the civility of the harp.
My eyes long to envision a view of something so fine,
So easy and encouraging so to appear that sharp,
The trademark and the product of God’s design.
Woman’s beauty when bathed by the Morning Star
May fool my eyes into thinking I see a goddess,
But it is only the splendor of the sun from afar.
Being sweep into a demure vision so modest.
Her womanly figure whether draped or not
Displays such a floral elegance to my prim mind,
As to render me to a period of no thought,
A facility of the most beautiful female kind.
Art deco dictates a strong womanly arrogance
Her orange hair accented her headdress true
I saw her in a vision dream, of course only once
She parades herself in a painting, looking haughty and new.
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