the aromatic feminine


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Yearning for the scent of the feminine,

Her arched feet and delicate angelic toes,

Breaths and high pitched melodies of moans,

The scent of cleanly natural manly musk & colon and sweat,

Semen of the sensual,

Fulfilling your spirit, bringing your heart nearer,

To that which Created you,

and loves you as I wish to.

as I dine on you from behind, and inhale.

 

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Danny K,
The Armenian
Nizar Qabbani
on the
Sacred Eroticism,
Elegant Delicacy,
Intellectual & Aromatic,
Feminine.

Jezabelle


A woman’s body upon mine,

Clad none, dressed in light,

Skin of white, pale, just right,

A scent of semen, her lips 

surrounding my inner want,

Together, we become a serpent,

Rising into the air without spine,

A love affair between two,

for life.

Jezabelle


A woman’s body upon mine,

Clad none, dressed in light,

Skin of white, pale, just right,

A scent of semen, her lips 

surrounding my inner want,

Together, we become a serpent,

Rising into the air without spine,

A love affair between two,

for life.

a few given words


I can’t help that I am who I am,

A writer, a poet, an artist, a baby,

a crier who cries,

sheds tears like lies,

oh what contradiction you are —

a giant surprise!

look in his eyes,

water will form,

smiles will swarm

and turn all those leaves like a storm,

for believe me he’s tough,

tough as his faith,

difficult as can be,

almost impenetrable —

it’s a blessing he fears the Lord.

feeling inspired.


we are not slaves,

lest we submit,

my only object is to be lit,

lit by the sun

lit by the moon

lit by the bluntness

lifting the room.

what are we here,

why are we here,

take me to places,

never been known,

way with my ace,

way to my home,

little miss fucked him,

turned him to stone.

how long will it take


There is no need for resistance,
My darling from a far,
We’ve been all along this quiet front for longer than an instance.

My eyes are enthralled,
By all your existence,
The softness of your skin,
the tenderness you’re emitting.

Fermenting Anger


A typical twilight of sorts,

caught in my mind at this late hour,

twisting and turning my innermost,

sentiment towards power.

I certainly would go for wine,

a bottle of beer that I may be candid;

and say to hell with all the swine,

that plague this world like cancer.