Kiss Kisses Kissing · The Nature Of Seduction

[nimbusGLOW]

Kiss Kisses Kissing · The Nature Of Seduction

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... ... So, let us begin this with a kiss ... ...

Kissing can easily guide lovers to sexual clarity.
It is through kisses that our experience of Allure
and seduction first invites us. Some people now
believe that Angels rejoice over the first kisses
exchanged by lovers, and that kissing can keep
    them feeling young ···

Love's kisses can carry life within, and may even
bestow their sense of youth. They may also be one
reason why some men are willing to stake their all,
but for the mystical magic found and felt in a kiss.

A tender kiss can yield the charm of an angelic
enchantment, embellished with sweet seduction.

Some lovers crave kisses as their noblest reward
shared in pure pleasure.

The importance of a sensual kiss can also be
significant in their level of intimacy. In the case
of lovers, a kiss is everything ... it nearly always
precludes their deeply intimate union, while they
merge within Passion's delerium~charm.

For me (and I have written three poems about
the essecnce of Kisses) the artful gift of kissing in
sensual spiritual delerium can even be experienced
    at orgasmic frequencies of shared experience ···

Such, what moist lips and warm tender tongue
are able to entice within Lovers' exchanges, may
also be a prelude to oral interludes within other
euphoria~endeavors of their sexual ballet. Their
rapture invokes deep breath, charmed sighs and
moans, tasting of their lust~perfume emanating
from their seduction ... tender spoken tokens of
Love and adoration ... all of which are expressed
from the alluring threshold of their mouths.

    Add in, kiss~explorations of their naked bodies ···
further tasting and savoring of their entrancing
sexual flavors and fragrances.
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I wish all of this bliss, for all True~Love lovers.

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composed by · nimbusGLOW
jeffrey alexander roberts · © 2.2022

[artolmaeus]

of all the things I miss
it is but a kiss
right or wrong
true or a lie
a kiss for kisses' sake
and kissing all I shall ever take
when kissing is enough
leaves you both satisfied and hungry
only hunger pushes you on
but not starvation
then, that is where I miss kisses
as I am otherwise left
to just survey rocks

[nimbusGLOW]

Mar 9, 2022 16:09:58 GMT -6 artolmaeus said:

of all the things I miss
it is but a kiss
right or wrong
true or a lie
a kiss for kisses' sake
and kissing all I shall ever take
when kissing is enough
leaves you both satisfied and hungry
only hunger pushes you on
but not starvation
then, that is where I miss kisses
as I am otherwise left
to just survey rocks

Brother, every syllable of your piece
seems perfect in its intent & content.
I am really deeply in awe of your poem.

Thank you for sharing it here'with'in.

Also ... and very intriguing ... you &
I seem to have been "mused" in a similar
fashion. Last month (February '22), I'd
composed another "kiss" poem, which I'll
post in its own thread (in a few mins).
It's called UNTO HER KISS.  Maybe,
through some sort of time-teleported
thought-waves, yours inspired mine (?).

[artolmaeus]

sometimes we are that we are like the I am that I am
in all things the best gifts to give are what you would give yourself
sickness or health, it is all rather common when we feel ourselves unique
and to deny that there are really no pronouns such as you or me
that argument is weak, we are never alone, we are never our own
we are not even a we, we is the word we have
when we have nothing more to define all that we be
it flows, it lights like a hive of bees, though we are not flowers
though we are not trees, I do not write poems
I do not exist, oh they gave me a name at birth and though they might get pissed
these pronouns mark something we cannot get at
like the poem that says there are three names to a cat
and even that is but something close to a lie
when we hear it though, it twinkles our eye
for all these things, let them drop to the floor
and whatever we are can then more readily walk through the door
and find somehow we were already there, something far more familiar
but needing of care, as often we feel, as only we can
these labels, these confines as if we were only one man
more like cells in something far greater than we
and so much more like each other than we would ever confess be
the billboards and labels and titles and names
we think we ought to more see
some great sins, I would think is that we are our own
or that life can exist only in each of us alone
for an island is actually land, except for the water
and I could be happy just as a sea otter
water land air and ice fire and rain

and chinese fried rice

and even joy and blessed pain

what is a perfect Heaven in all eternity to praise a creator

and call out its name, such things are pablum

but we want to make the cause certain

yet all of us stand in front of and behind the same curtain

I am he as your are he as you are me

but I am not the eggman

I am not the walrus

but I sure did eat all the oysters

and I do have a friend who is a carpenter

and we are altogether

though some of us might drop a little acid

some of us might plant a seed

some of us might have roast beef

and some of us have none

we we we

were already home

so really this life is all that is left

and it is actually right

no matter how much we might differ

it is the argument itself that gives everything a name

for all we cannot perceive, it has a target therefore, to blame

I am the scapegoat, I am the artichoke

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