Sedate Rover

And such a delight to think of you working on head!

Good to see you doing art again.

Looks good; I hope to get to see the finished work!

And those days, there are many who would put their lips to your praise, kneeling in prayer at your fountain of grace.

And if I should write of what I feel
My prose and verse would be turgid
Until at last they fall
Spent and soft upon the sheets

You're not the only one...

I remain in awe and appreciation of how you depict nipples, truly.

Ah, to be that pirate, laid out under that booty!

It is a lovely one, and it's good to see you here again!

The way you do nipples is just amazing!

Who could not delight
To see such peaks
Or long not to summit them
Before seeking the valley they shelter?

Should we seek a little dab
Or look instead for a wider spread
The first to gently taste
The last will be no waste
But better for the diving-in
?
Either way
The tongue delights
To touch such spice

I, for one, would appreciate such a thing.

Make the people happy; destroy the financial district.
-A wise pixel person

Tanka 6

No meditation
Helps me to empty myself
Makes me still inside
Help me find an inner peace
Let me join you in your own

Killer concept!

I like a warm rain
Enjoy the wet heat
Seek it when I can
And where

O! How enthralled to see a glimpse
Of that fair mountain's summit proud,
And how desirous those who watch
To see th' dispelling of its shroud!

You know da wey.

How can the view not please,
Though it is but a tease,
A vision to desire?
Who says "no" is a liar.

It has been said the heart
Bestrewn on cards and candies
Is no heart, but another part
Sitting lower but far better
To eat

Happy Valentine's!

Have you at least got chicken?

Ah, to strive to drink from those splendid taps,
And should no flow come thence, perhaps
Another spigot might provide,
Another wet be sought inside...

What is not to love?
Who takes no delight
In swelling hills and
The standing peaks at
Their caps?

Who could resist such a well served course,
Refuse to dine on so sweet a dish,
An amuse-bouche deserving delight,
And sing the praises of the server?

Tanka 5

Away from the sun
Needing no light on the path
I never see it
Walls of the ravine occlude
Where the stream I drink at flows

What song is sweeter than your sigh
As fingers trace your flesh,
What music more melodious than your moans
As tongues touch you tenderly?

I want to watch you quiver under my hands and tongue, to feel you shiver as I throb inside you, to feel you empty into me.

Febrile
Flesh hot to the touch
Such is how I burn
Kindled by the thought of you