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William Blackman

Pleasure(Acrostic Version)

Pulsating movement of verse on a creative incline.
Leisure time affective inward and outward states.
Enjoyment with potential for a higher arched experience.
All-American dreams realized to the utmost.
Sensual vibe and sweetness that comes from a look.
Upward angles of stimulation to a specific nerve or muscle.
Reminiscing old lovers and those unearthed romantic days.
Effort and goal that gleams positive rewards.

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Respect the Arts

Revere the arts standing on pillar and wing.
Moves of Longfellow, da vinci, Mozart fashioning
in a misty past, a marvelous cast, who dug the
trenches and flowered the path.Their bodies of
work streamed the portal for future artists
and their creations.A foundation still solid
though time tortured may the realness live on
through student and teacher.Look.listen and
feel through it's beauty and rebound the
simplistic, fine things in life.

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Enter the Deep

I have ventured between her fleshy shade,
bearing tadpole and the spade-shifting spine,
vibrating frame...the sweet mystique-the
stories made.I've pushed in her ocean's
edge from symbolic gray swings my sledge
a plunging force, a striking wedge..soft
and curling lips turn red.I've heard the
sounds from the deepest fathoms, some dark
escape out of the well of phantoms.Sensual
cries feeding my twisting actions.Commanding
in the most giving forge with sliding traction.

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The Years

The years go by breeze on vine along
the long circles of time.The telling
of season gives and strips away.Makes
one look at the past reflectng days.
through the interior eye there will
be dreams.The reality of tears on field
and stream.The turning page of age sets
on brisk wings.Living joys and pains
stroke the violin strings.Things beginning
and ending cycle is universal.In our
tumbling existence there is good and
there is evil.So the stories flow with
the passing years.

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River & Streams

Running, running as they will through nature's gates.
The spectacle below the air in sparkling motion..
coursing upon mind, emotion touching lake and ocean.
The graceful force and beauty high jumps rustic states.
In it's sublime deliverance riles a plate of memories.
Aquatic system that supports life and freedom.Romantic
plots are shaped around it's energy and scenery.In a
poet's world symbolizes the senses and passion.The
destination and the journey once one travels rivers
and streams.

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The Elegance of Strands

Oh, how it lays the soft fibered rays,
sweeps along a pretty neck expressing
on shoulder and breast.Exquisitely
secured by a jewel, band or clip.
True to it's essence from root to tip.
Subtle in movements once the head swivels.
Airy sensations link and boost in levels.
A look so classic in form and figure.
Feeds from parts not scoped a man's vision
and pleasure.The temptation of beauty bold
and proud.Woman's power and mystery above
tree and cloud.Brushed by her hand are the
elegance of strands.

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Adjacent Hearts

Will you be mine, be my Valentine?
A time again when love is scarlet red.
When lovers engage with impatient vine.
Romance elevating breath beyond stories read.

Sweet sentiment tugs the inner string.
Maiden's hug and kiss an arousing gift.
That royal affection eased from her king.
The heated air with passion's upward shift.

Day and a season for hearts palpitations.
A fireplace of memories infuses more moments.
Chance to get real in one on one conversations.
The spirit of fun and pleasure with full compliments.

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Provocative(Acrostic Style)

Probes with sensual points a designated area.
Rustles masses of thought through a surface.
Open yet concentrated in it's objective to stimulate.
Vivacious in various degrees depending on the moment.
Oscillates the air with an arousing touch.
Capable of reaching deep into the intangible world.
Assertive forms and presence that can be deceiving.
Tempestuous at times the excitement will flow.
Intereacts with flagrant motion all the senses.
Vital to the living no matter the extremes.
Enticing wand of words and whispers.

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The Spectator

So utterly pleasing when I watch.
Shapely beings escape their hatch.
Movement with music taken higher.
Form, leg to hip pops the elegant wire.
Swerves the head away while passing by.
Still locked in glance mode that breathing eye.
Dreaming like a drifter of image and flavor.
Sliding on an in-between the most sensual razors.
Appreciate the beauties for their fashion sense.
Hair accentuates in any air lightly or immense.
True spectator vision on an important mission.
To notice and admire loveliness-an everyday attraction.

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Motion Black

Moving like the mamba slick and graceful whenever brushed.
Embraces the fingers with sensual ease whenever teased.
Relaxes with no effort on the neck, back and shoulders
and cut pleasing to the ends without that awful splitting.
Hides sudden tears as it can with it's canopy.Shiny as the
night whenever passions burn.Regal in it's strand whether
adorned or not.There's an illusion of cold but hot even in
December.Wild and alluring when it's wet, a bighearted man
is sure to remember.It's the hair of Monica I call the
Motion Black.

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