Some Serious Poetic Male Passion

 

 

 

Your prowess, like a tigress,
dominates the stud monkey in me.
In the early morning hours- I roar, but
not of defiance in the dark,
it echoes off the hollow walls
with the joyous mixture of the warmth
of your flushed, bashful nipples
met with my slowly hardening manliness
and my voice escapes in screams of passion
between trembling lips that give in to the desire
to meet with yours, now slightly parted.
Swelling with anticipation
our tongues whipped about like poisonous vipers
in the soft amber light seeping in
from a thousand tomorrows.

 

Your porcelain arms scale the brick wall
of my wondrous intentions in the moonlight
and on into the starry night
as the celestial bodies spell out our unending love
in creamy caramel sweetness
flowing over our apple delight
and washing away the troubles of society
in a savory and mouthwatering main course
of juicy happiness in white, playful dreams.

 

Will you marry me?

 

It was July Fourth around the barbecue
when my life changed forever.
You were shaped like a cake
with a tombstone that said
“Here lies my youth”.
I took a slice and bit.
Sweet.
Like a hug and a kiss on the cheek
for a surprise birthday party
but with a fiery temper.
I sat in traffic to prove I was falling for you.
I didn’t want to leave.
You were piqued and brought me mixed drinks
and sat next to me, these inner thoughts and dreams
would surface again years later.
It was an affair to remember.
Somewhat bittersweet,
but dominated by your angel face
hamming it up for the camera
with ice cream everywhere.
My memories bite into it-
it is but a plastic apple
and begins to fade...
I need you again.

 

A cool dip in the pool
with inflatable Spongebob and Elmo lounges,
cold toast with strawberry jam,
macaroni and cheese, and yellow icing cake,
squishing the bugs and playing in the dirt
erases the pain of my memories
when you were an innocent angel
and moved away.

 

I remember our island paradise-
nature’s greatest creation,
I, peeping at your perky nipples
and clinging to your bikini
like a mischievous devil
in the island breeze
only escalated my delicious breathing
of the sweet scent of your hibiscus lingerie.

 

and I can’t help myself…

 

My knees go weak. I am transfixed
on your plump, supple lips,
my tongue glides across them
on a hormonal roller coaster,
my overworked mind
suddenly can’t think clearly,
fingers dancing and tugging,
reaching new levels of imagination
and incredible heaven,
taking deeper advantage of you
with every touch
against my awakening frame
as your clothes shed
and your body moves with mine.

 

After a long day at work
we dine by candlelight on ground cat over noodles
with tangy marinara sauce
in a cheesy kitten casserole.
You asked me if for $5 million dollars
I would lose a body part, which one would it be?
I leaned close and wispered the one I’d lovingly keep-
the one that would accompany my bedroom antics
while you laughed at me in my
Fraggle Rock t-shirt and pink sunglasses.
Then you would always give me a treat afterwards…

 

You would stand like a stunning sculpture
and I would toss my worries for another day
and plant my feet next to yours
and we’d have a sexy blast,
I was sorry I didn’t do it sooner
before the humidity lingered in the air,
but I didn’t mind, having your enveloping passion
against my cheeks like gooey marshmallow peeps,
and you would nibble at me like jellybeans,
and devour my chocolate desires
like candy eggs and bunnies- we were yellow ducklings
eating up the yuletide sugarcookie men
in a basket on Easter Sunday.

 

It was one horrid sexcapade
that entranced me in your spell,
it only got worse from there
when my member went limp,
you tried to revive it
by plucking a few strands out,
then everything went wrong.
I found myself soaking wet
and my condom got lost-
we found it like a tiny imp,
a perfect fit, but
not worthy of a Disney princess
who fell in love with a Beast.
You tasted my salty bliss
and I regained my skill
and things were awesome,
like on the beach
with our daiquiris
in the warm sunny spotlight of love.

 

Anybody see the rectal mints?
What? Stuck in your bellybutton lint?
It’s so hard for me not to whine
when you smell like stinky fish
and your conversation is droll and gaseous,
continuing in an unending fart.
I think, ‘nothing is perfect’
and we head into the night
and dance our cares away together in bright yellow sneakers.
Perhaps I should have flown
because I got a frog in my throat
when in the morning you gave me such a fright
when you asked, “Don’t I look so sweet?”
before you brushed your teeth.
It would have stopped traffic.
I could only roll over and croak.

 

But when I need a hug
   and someone to catch my tears as I cry
   and I wonder what there is left of me,
   and agonize over the question of ‘why’, and 'when'
   I want happiness and love tonight
   from your blue-gray fiery eyes,
   and then ask,  ‘But what’s the point?’
   and 'Where's my keys?'
you recognize me in my bittersweet ocean of sorrow
and make me forget- in your arms that anguish is extinguished,
we blossom into a single flower of grandeur
as I plant a tender fertile seed with your pistle around my stamin
and I score points and trophies because my name is Jenn.

 

It was a disastrous kiss, in a tangled mess.
Our teeth crashed together in a painful slam.
We were told we’d need surgery,
General anesthesia; they’d have to cut with a knife,
there would be stitches, and in some cases,
extreme death.
We survived, though we looked like Frankensteins,
I thought I lost you. Boy, was I ever wrong!
We screwed until the stitches came out.
We did it in the office and in the green grass beneath our feet,
and despite the warnings we wrote poems of passion
with punch and pie and our deepest feelings
never before felt or seen-
like candies on parade in an afternoon sunrise.
The beautiful green trees gently blew in the wind
as we munched on sandwiches
and watched the kids in the playground.
A date of luxury.
It was an incredible time.

 

So you turned me into a loving man who was
taken away on your sweeping winds of crazy passion.
When I leave the seat up and you fall in, it melts away my heart
when I hear those five dear words that follow,
“You son of a bitch…” and I delighted in being next to you
as you dry yourself, cursing me to the four corners of the earth.
We work together on it, one soft, thick towel at a time,
I get strangely excited, we would have explored further
if my grilled cheese sandwich wasn't burning in the kitchen.
I left your cheeks there, turning pink and ready to explode.
They did. Taco farts.

 

I never want these feelings to end...

 

In love. It’s so unbelievable. My whole life was torture
before I stumbled across your path and you took me in.
I lost my eyes in your sparkling gorgeous dishes
and put them away while speaking kind and courteous words
hitherto foreign to me, like speaking Latin, or in Tongues.
You mystified me
when you left up the seat and I fell in.
We worked together getting me out
then played couch potato on my birthday
as you read me stories about young lovers at Hogwarts.

 

My mind is graced with your infinite love
and bubbly personality, and interior beauty.
Your heart of gold and depths of happiness
rain down on my barren hills
and stormy oceans of silent tears
while you spread your warm inspiration on my icy cold life.
Now my mind is of peppermint dreams
and divine dark chocolates of luscious patties
that take my breath away, though I hold it so tight
and I quiver with desire whenever you are near.

 

I wear these nut-hugging pants to give you a surprise.
You see them and are at once hypnotized-
you grow saucy and sexy before my eyes, your hands turn lovingly
into the balmy pristine pockets of my buttered rear end.
You think I’m so sexy, and a madness takes control
for the next few hours and continues on into morning’s first light.
We greet the weeping dewy leaves with citrus-
you in your gauzy veils and soft breeze,
me in my bands of fuchsia eggplant melodies
of orange and lemon pastels and fresh celery.
The sun rises and echoes through the dawn
tenderly waking our world in a lilac sky.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

End of Part III, 141-184, of the "Seven Epic Adventures of candy177".

Intermission.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Continued With:
Part IV, 185-210: Bold and Spicy- Dark Love

The Other Parts:
Part I, 1-89: A Dripping Fluffy Sugary Love Drool Ballad
Part II, 90-140: The 'Horny for those Two Lumps on your Chest' Ballad
Part III, 141-184: Some Serious Poetic Male Passion
Part V, 211-255: Simple, Quiet Love for a Hopeless, Dark Psychotic
Part VI, 256-334: A Precious Love in Our Fantasy Land Part VII, 335-380: A Sad Goodbye from a Parallel Path
Part VII, 335-380: A Sad Journey on a Parallel Path