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Can Anything Be More Beautiful?
(Ode to a Siren's Song)
Can anything be more beautiful than she,
impish little siren and outrageous flirt?
It's utterly impossible, so, how can there be
anything more breathtakingly beautiful than she?
Her sensual fragrance wafts over me,
borne on shower's steam slowly seeping
over, around and beneath the bedroom door;
manliness hardened to near-bursting
passion and desire, needing to explode.
My, my, myyyy! More beautiful than she?
Surpassing such seductive beauty could not
will not ever in time ad finitum, is
humanly, possible to be;
there's nothing you can
ever find to compare that is
more beautiful than she.
Stimulating me to frenzied passion,
she enters our sugar walls;
towel falling away from her body;
as she dances ever ao slowly,
sensuously, toward me.
My pulse quickens, throbbing in reply,
blood flowing hot, cold, then hot again,
her breasts, a sumptuous feast for my eyes,
firm nipples stand hard and erect,
from after-shower chill!
Indeed, tis an enigmatic riddling labyrinth
trying to fathom containment of blazing
white-hot fire, ignited by her hypnotic
vixen beauty, hungry darting tongue
whetting her lips and my appetite;
Her kisses, luscious and sweet ambrosia
to my mouth; teeth nibbling lips and
tip of tongue causing bittersweet,
exquisite painful ecstasies hurting
so good, I shriek: “Oh, hell yes”
I am now compelled to ask again:
more beautiful, MORE BEAUTIFUL?
From the bottom of my heart I say
"Oh no no, nay; never!"
From the depths of my soul I dare say;
"no, not ever!"
Trying to resist tongue-drying her body, futile;
Water droplets are sweet nectar that I catch
and savor, quenching my great thirst,
eyes closed, my tongue chases droplets
melting over her curves,
flowing between perfect cheeks,
cascading over tight roundness;
I grasp both firmly in each hands to gently
massage with love, giving sheer pleasure;
her soft moans and groans are reminiscent
of Greek Sirens' provocative songs of myth.
Ask again now, I must:
Is there anything lovelier than her aura,
or more electrifying than her body?
Brothers and sisters, boys and girls,
ladies and gentlemen, friends and foe;
to this I am obliged to answer,
with a loud, resounding emphatic
"NO!"
A Naughty Green[i] Original
(ddm Ent. 2004)
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Can anything be more beautiful than she,
impish little siren and outrageous flirt?
It's utterly impossible, so, how can there be
anything more breathtakingly beautiful than she?
Her sensual fragrance wafts over me,
borne on shower's steam slowly seeping
over, around and beneath the bedroom door;
manliness hardened to near-bursting
passion and desire, needing to explode.
My, my, myyyy! More beautiful than she?
Surpassing such seductive beauty could not
will not ever in time ad finitum, is
humanly, possible to be;
there's nothing you can
ever find to compare that is
more beautiful than she.
Stimulating me to frenzied passion,
she enters our sugar walls;
towel falling away from her body;
as she dances ever ao slowly,
sensuously, toward me.
My pulse quickens, throbbing in reply,
blood flowing hot, cold, then hot again,
her breasts, a sumptuous feast for my eyes,
firm nipples stand hard and erect,
from after-shower chill!
Indeed, tis an enigmatic riddling labyrinth
trying to fathom containment of blazing
white-hot fire, ignited by her hypnotic
vixen beauty, hungry darting tongue
whetting her lips and my appetite;
Her kisses, luscious and sweet ambrosia
to my mouth; teeth nibbling lips and
tip of tongue causing bittersweet,
exquisite painful ecstasies hurting
so good, I shriek: “Oh, hell yes”
I am now compelled to ask again:
more beautiful, MORE BEAUTIFUL?
From the bottom of my heart I say
"Oh no no, nay; never!"
From the depths of my soul I dare say;
"no, not ever!"
Trying to resist tongue-drying her body, futile;
Water droplets are sweet nectar that I catch
and savor, quenching my great thirst,
eyes closed, my tongue chases droplets
melting over her curves,
flowing between perfect cheeks,
cascading over tight roundness;
I grasp both firmly in each hands to gently
massage with love, giving sheer pleasure;
her soft moans and groans are reminiscent
of Greek Sirens' provocative songs of myth.
Ask again now, I must:
Is there anything lovelier than her aura,
or more electrifying than her body?
Brothers and sisters, boys and girls,
ladies and gentlemen, friends and foe;
to this I am obliged to answer,
with a loud, resounding emphatic
"NO!"
A Naughty Green[i] Original
(ddm Ent. 2004)
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Published 10th Jun 2015
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10th Jun 2015 1:26pm
the dexterity used with the words is fantastic! This is a read that depicts the beauty of the opposite sex without crossing the line into mer vulgarity. Has a very British flavor.
Thanks, Jazz; props from one whose skills I admire, is truly an honor.
I was a little concerned re how this piece would be received. The mark of a true writer and poet is the ability to speak to any/every person, in any/every voice; bar none. I am comfortable speaking in every way, form and fashion. This voice is obviously male/lez, derived from how I'd want to be envisioned.
Not everyone's perception is so keenly open and unbiased; yours is spot on! Thanks again
Green
I was a little concerned re how this piece would be received. The mark of a true writer and poet is the ability to speak to any/every person, in any/every voice; bar none. I am comfortable speaking in every way, form and fashion. This voice is obviously male/lez, derived from how I'd want to be envisioned.
Not everyone's perception is so keenly open and unbiased; yours is spot on! Thanks again
Green
