Quotes about sensuous, page 9
Two Over A Dozen
Two over a dozen-
Those digits that make a fortnight-in that second month,
But today, the sky was grey-
Mirror reflection of the discordant heart-
The angry gale hitting against the pane of my window-
As I looked thro’ the hazy mist- deep in thought
Red everywhere, love petals; in bouquets,
Which I cannot smell- not today
Sweet product of cocoa melts on the sensuous tongue,
Which I cannot taste- not today
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poem by Aseso Omollo
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Euphoria In The Rain
Liquid mirth beckoned to her gypsy soul
Casting spells on her runaway thoughts
Its silver dance on her thrilled wet skin
Rained promises showered by forgotten gods
Euphoria reveled through the slithering drops
To caress, to whisper, to sing sensuous odes
Splashing her with wet water-secrets
As elation coursed through the lavish hour
The incessant beats quenched her rhythm
And danced her over to the waiting night
Moving her to the heady brink of satiety
Over the daring edge of a thirsty life
Walking in the rain, knocking on chances
Drawing charms from ancient wells
Warm summer rain and little wood-fairies
Weaving magic into the threads of dusk.
poem by Bindu Vijayan
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Death Of Calenders
It is me, inside & outside,
movement of sensuous self.
Time sails through the mind,
a silken thread unbroken in names.
If only the death would erase the fear.
If only the other self meets my roots
and stir up the inner sap.
Reaching the end,
you tell me to remember
your name to latch on to memories,
to collect all the pieces
of conceptual loss & gains.
How we were fooling ourselves?
Nothing is left between us
to celebrate the dreams.
All the stray thoughts
could not give us insight
we were dusted off from start
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poem by Satish Verma
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Famous Movie Poem - The Reader
it pays to strip and to be read to
naked lines of old classics we can
turn and twist to fire up our fantasies
like the warm blanket on us, lines that
need no word to portray the passions
shrouding us yet revealing us to things
we never thought would be possible
your lips that read all the lines have
turned every sensuous word into walkies
blazing over the the contour of desires,
amplifier of longings, mersmerising
soft crevice a power packed dormant
volcano waits to blast all its molten years
and beneath them, beneath them
a burning secret that one day would
rummage through all the words to send
you and the world reeling with pain
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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My Dear Angelina
You’ve in you something luring and unique.
A daylong stroll with you to the cool creek
Through thick verdant and fragrant sunlit woods
Ensconces me into ecstatic moods.
My high on that wave of beatitude
Would well transform into a silver moon
In the late night’s sensuous solitude
Into your lap and embraces to swoon.
The mood to pen a dulcet lyric
With notes, tunes and melodies Delphic
Oh, my sweet darling Angelina
On your ageless magic charisma.
Your empyrean arousal,
Oh what a great carousal!
What then in gratitude can I this amorist give back?
Except myself birth after birth for this heavenly pack!
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poem by AtreyaSarma Uppaluri
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Crazy Clay
Is it sweet destiny that I am in your hands?
Molded to your desire on bracing fire
I wake up to lazy, latent earth trysts
As your potent fingers tease me to life
I arouse to a man's enigma, sensuous as earth
Revel in caresses that melt my brown life
Thrill to heady moments riding high
As passion waltzes her way between us
Does your woman know you in this obsessive state?
In this intimacy that riots through you and me
Perfecting union in those feverish hours
Creation at her sultry, rapturous best…
I am earth and clay most of my life
Sired by Gaia when the gods were playing
You were molded from me and breathed alive
Destiny turns a full circle now, I smile…
poem by Bindu Vijayan
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Of the Jews (50 A.D.)
Painter and poet, runner and discus-thrower,
beautiful as Endymion: Ianthis, son of Antony.
From a family on friendly terms with the Synagogue.
"My most valuable days are those
when I give up the pursuit of sensuous beauty,
when I desert the elegant and severe cult of Hellenism,
with its over-riding devotion
to perfectly shaped, corruptible white limbs,
and become the man I would want to remain forever:
son of the Jews, the holy Jews."
A most fervent declaration on his part: "...to remain forever
a son of the Jews, the holy Jews."
But he did not remain anything of the kind.
The Hedonism and Art of Alexandria
kept him as their dedicated son.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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A gift for every occasion! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
The bracelet of fresh and fragile white fragrant
Jasmine buds, its soft feel and sensuous scent,
That you so tenderly slipped on my wrist
And the look in your eyes, and your tight grip.
I still remember, as I fondly look
At the string I had dried, in my scrapbook.
Sitting by bay window, watching twilight
Smiled to myself, reminisce about that night.
Today to make up after a bad fight,
Cold vibes; we both felt wee bit contrite.
You tied jasmine in my hair; and I lay
Wondering, how flowers quietly convey
What somehow, we all feel uneasy to say
At times words limit us, ego comes in way.
There are flowers for every occasion;
Act as bridge with little persuasion.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Fragile Heartbeats and Sensuous Mouth
If I close my eyes,
I can see you in a floral dress,
Happy and smiling;
I fall in love with you
All over again
Like the world is new.
I go to the autumn park
Where we used to walk
And I still hear
Your delicate footsteps
Softly touching fallen leaves,
That is the way languorous memories,
Sad and sweet, return to me.
But I’m on my way
To exhilarating, original dreams
Never seen before
In the cinematic landscape
Of my mind.
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poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Un Poema de Aventura
I travel up to Andes mountains
maybe a little bit hard to get there
but still I can touch a friendly gesture
I can smell fragrance of shiny gardens
O Beloved Poet! O Gabriella Mistral!
fill me, inspire me until ethereal
with your gracious words
vivacious rhymes
I travel down to Cuban ocean
maybe a little bit deeper
I can sense brighter
a colorful haven
O Dear Poet! O Che Guevara!
pour me, move me with aura
of your vigorous sentences
profane-patriotic themes
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poem by Ahmad Shiddiqi
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