Showing posts with label full lips. Show all posts
Showing posts with label full lips. Show all posts

Thursday, October 1, 2015

Her Red Lips Waiting

Red lips so full,
Waits for passion's pull,
Lips to be left sated, swollen,
and craving repeat,
Flowing like lava’s passion heat.
Finger tips touching through the screen door,
Until you return to love her more.
My Darling, she claims faithful I will be,
Unless, you set me free.
To roam and wonder,
Who put our love asunder?
What part of love remains?
It is not I, who proclaims,
That our love will forever be,
It is you my love, not me.
I have no time to speculate,
I will be late for my date.
Did you say wait?
Not for a gigolo do I hesitate.
You left the best-----me,
You can go for a long swim in the sea.

 His Lips She Said~

His lips so masterful and sweet,
Lips that’s always my defeat.
Lips from sweet love words do flow,
Lips that makes my very soul glow.
Lips that kisses life into me,
Lips that keeps me---not to flee.
Lips of promises silently made,
Time is a thief that steals our youth from us and we get older,
It boasts of time flying by as it gets bolder.
 Her Lips~
Her passionate lips can still kiss,
Maybe she is lacking the same bliss.
 Waist lines get wider,
It could be drinking spiked apple cider.
 If time does not truly fly---it has a fast trot,
It can leave you in a lurch or not.
 Age gracefully they say,
Who are these they people---she said-- no way.
Her mirror tells her each morning,
You are so adorning.
 And, it will stay,
Positive this way,
Her contact are not allowed when
she looks into her mirror,
So she only sees the beauty staring
back at her---it is much dearer.
She has many tricks to fool old mean ‘Time,’
Her creams and mudpacks are not a crime.
All the beauty tasks keep her looking the very best,
Even if some of her desire has left the nest.
 So~Time you may fall down a well,
Or you may~just go ring a bell.
 Because all the women of a certain age,
Count many words written on their page.
She has lived and will gladly shout,
Time has not touched me yet----this I doubt.
Now it is all in the mind as time slips by,
The unbelievers roll their eyes and cry.
It takes a strong person to grab time by the tail,
And, ride the ticking waves as time begins to sail.
Old age is for the strong and brave, not the frail of heart,
We are here to live a good life if we are smart.
Lips of strength---that do not fade.
His lips all through life,
His lips only kisses me his wife.
One last kiss before I die,
Will be mine forever, good-bye.

PurvisBobbi44 is the sole author of these poems and if they are seen anywhere else on the Internet or in print it was taken without my consent.

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Saturday, June 29, 2013

His Masterful Lips

 I hold his photo closely so I can see,

A perfect man who belonged to me.

Many times---I stared at---his flawless face,

He was dark and handsome with deep dimples in place.

My soft finger tips traced his full masterful lips,

His lips sent my mind in rotations and with their little nips.

His dimples I filled with kisses,

So long ago my mind reminisces.

Our time eons ago---seemed always in the fall,

Or was it the best of seasons---I can recall.

I remember his blue eyes with lights of green,

He made me feel like a beautiful queen.

He braided a crown of purple wildflowers,

I wore them on my head for hours.

Now they are crushed between my Bible’s pages,

I have kept them there---dry and brittle---for ages.

When the fall leaves swirl and flow,

In the cool breezes that blow.

My heart is for a moment sad,

While my mind recalls---what a great love we had.

I still walk through the mountain paths we shared,

And I sit upon the same rock---when your love for me
---you declared.

You loved to feel my face and how soft and smooth
my skin was then,

How you loved my hands and held them tightly---
as if to never let go---again.

So many moonlight kisses---I cannot count,

But I can feel each kiss still---but not the amount.

When you left that day in the early dawn,

We watched a doe feed with her fawn.

And you promised then---leaving meant ---happy returns,

For many years my heart waited---but it finally learns.

You left these mountains alive and well,

And you returned to me in a coffin---just a shell.

Now as I walk slowly to your grave---to sit a spell,

I wish all wars went straight to Hell.

If not the fighting---here you would be,

Sitting with me peacefully under our favorite tree.

But you cannot see or hear me now---anyway,

I will leave the purple wildflowers I brought this day.

Walk slowing into the light my darling---for I will be with you soon,

Then as young lovers we can dance and croon.

Life on earth is just a rehearsal,

It is the spirit world that is universal.

You are waiting for my spirit to rise and greet,

This is a real beginning---when we meet.

Kiss me then my love---and forever more,

It is you that I unashamedly adore.

His masterful lips,

That gave me little nips.

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PurvisBobbi44 is the sole author of this poem and if it is seen anywhere else on
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Thursday, February 14, 2013

Memorizing Experience

Most of us know the type that catches our attention,

Some prefer tall dark and handsome bad boys---a few I could mention.

Whether in High School or college,

He made our hearts palpitate—and

sometimes we giggled---this is common knowledge.

Did yours look like Channing Tatum or Tom Selleck?

Whomever---your heart yearned for--- he was Angelic.

Was it his long legs, his biceps or his eyes that shines with admiration?

Or maybe his lips so full and masterful ---and you tasted them---with great appreciation.

Did he call you after your first date?

Or did you sit by the phone and wait?

Inconsideration has spread through our Nation,

The outbreak is epidemic---no cause for a celebration.

If this sounds like you,

Well---girlfriend this is what I do.

When a guy says---I will call you,

I say---I’m never home to answer---I coo.

So softly I say bye-bye,

I might see you on the fly.

If you want to see me---you will,

Until then fellow---you can just chill.

So many guys--- on campus,

Handsome---not doing tricks like a grampus.

Don’t give them the chance to think you are needy,

Nor, for a relationship---you are greedy.

Just be yourself and have fun,

And when it is over---it is simply done.

This is called experience---we all need it so,

Without it---you might settle for an unlovable beau.

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