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.
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ignorance


the illusion of prosperity is caused by man’s inability to rely on and sustain himself without the desire to be worshiped by others.

happiness


this life is about doing what you want to make you happy.

DUES


Who is this looking at me so ludicrous,

My mind is a jungle and my eyes uterus,

Birth a new vision yall can see truth exist,

Earn a few wishes I can be humorous,

Funny kind of humor but I be serious,

At times I see through hooligans,

Let me tell you dudes what I do to present this,

I write my own but I got dues to the bestest.

Don’t Call Me A Sinner


This poem is dedicated to a persian poet by the name of Rumi. A poem I read from a new edition of a collection of his poetry called The Essential Rumi by Coleman Barks inspired this poem.

Everybody talks shit,

I’m a shit talker too,

When I see a fool do,

What I never would!

 

Better believe I’ll spew,

The scrutiny I should,

Will it be understood,

I’m no greater than you?

 

Must be funny when,

After a second or two,

You will come to find,

I’ve committed that crime,

 

But don’t call me a sinner,

You sin all the time!

Go waste your breath,

While I taste my wine.

White Feathers


Your veil makes you that much more,

Attractive to my inner yearnings,

Oh how I wish that I could be,

Underneath that cotton surface

covering your head, tracing along your hair,

Down your arched spine.

I see you in my dreams,

Lying on the softness of my bed sheets,

Your olive skin against them,

Drowning in a pool of white feathers;

They fall from my pillowcases,

Into the nakedness between your thighs.