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Harmony Theater
it's the shifting of your hourglass frame
permitting the slippage of time
emancipated in creamy shades of anticipated naught
let's imagine you...haughty heiress to
the realm of my right him-is-sphere
dreading the wait and the weight of a dreaded mane
draped over a bared bodied banquet
coveting a rare confection
seasoned with a proprietary blend
of poetic spices
our vices teach and torment simultaneously
wandering that red light district
speaking in coded tongue
as they meet in obscure dark alleyways
hinting with innuendos
peeking through a tinted window of opportunity
luring with alluring verbiage
as an invite to incite the demeanor of Delilah
to come play a role for Sampson
RSVP
step inside the velvet rope
for a private screening of behind closed door politics
masquerade as that raunchy vulgar vixen
as a parade of indecent proposals tempt the senses
lyrically fornicating while formulating
new modes of movement within this triumvirate of
arrogance elegance and intelligence
not for consumption of a gentle mentality
the temple must be put to the test
spread openly upon the thespian's staged melodrama
here you will get your intentions arrested
handcuffed..manhandled..pinned to the wall...skirt hiked up
thoroughly searched before your rites are read
you have the right to remain silent
speak only with your eyes
tantric antics just one of many drugs of choice here
where we explore techniques designed to
experience osmosis of the physical and the mystical
allowing us get high on our own supply
of human affection through extrasensory injections
as we luxuriate in yet another relapse
while watching time collapse into liquidated thoughts
inside the brothel of poetry
Published 2nd Mar 2017
| Edited 7th Mar 2017
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2nd Mar 2017 5:36pm
Damn Naajir, you're on a poetic roll...
Again... such a delicious write!
"you have the right to remain silent" > this line put a smile on my face :-)
Again... such a delicious write!
"you have the right to remain silent" > this line put a smile on my face :-)
2nd Mar 2017 6:06pm
The brothel of poetry. Damn, Naajir. You have some really good wordplay in this.
Him-is-sphere was unique and well applied. You also demonstrate some good alliteration in lines like bare bodied banquet.
Him-is-sphere was unique and well applied. You also demonstrate some good alliteration in lines like bare bodied banquet.
Anonymous
2nd Mar 2017 6:21pm
Damn! What a ride! Enjoyed a lot!
Anonymous
2nd Mar 2017 9:01pm
You knoooooow what this just did to this bitch....do I really need to write it out?? Daaaayum Naaj!! That third stanza caused me to get the hell up from my seated position and walk the hell around!! Thennnn I came back to finish it off, lmao...
Xoxo Taryn
Xoxo Taryn
3rd Mar 2017 3:28am
Anonymous
3rd Mar 2017 7:07am
As she bows before him.... she replied '' I know nothing with any certainty. "
🙏Trish
🙏Trish
3rd Mar 2017 10:58pm
envious the the world around you keeps your words wanting to be written whilst i wait for words to welcome...curtsy nod..
6th Mar 2017 5:27pm
And hew swarms them in with the circumference of a universal magnetic black hole....making poetry the realm to his home.
Mundane words can not lift this high enough...so I'll quietly let my silence scream the feelings on this piece.
Mundane words can not lift this high enough...so I'll quietly let my silence scream the feelings on this piece.
