Siberian Back Kiss: an IMprov Poem

There is a place
along your back
where breaths gently flow,
where nothing attacks;
where butterflies land
and their gentle wings flutter;
where moist kisses fall,
and tenderly make you shutter.

Where quiet, solitude, and bliss
all combine,
intertwine,
and are felt
with a kiss.

To gain that spot on your back,
though,
the rider, searching that destination
must go
slow.

For tenderness and passion
from such cold Siberian depths upwelling
are often hid, and only revealed
by the master’s gentle telling.

And the visions your eyes alone see,
cannot, of themselves, bring you to your knees.
But the sum of all your tender senses
will rip down those cold winter fences,

and let the warmth glow
and grow
exactly
where it should go.

Too Far Down the Interstate

The temptation
and frustration
that you give

are like libation;
hibernation
because you live

so far
from where we are
able to reach sedation…

And you know
how the song goes
I wanna be…

Deep Dish Pizza and Chocolate

Cheese pizza (Chicago style) and hot
chocolate in the snow …
live not far away from each other
on this interesting street I know!

Why Is It? (A Questioning Sonnet)

Why is it
that a woman with heart pain
can, from the healing,
touch and laughter, refrain?

That she can turn her back
on the smile and the mind
who would never attack,
but instead, treat her kind?

That she, instead of salving
her torment and pain,
returns to the types that hurt
her again and again?

That she continues to reject
that gentle heart, tender hands, kind eyes,
sweet words, laughing voice that help heal,
(much to her surprise!)

That she can’t believe in a guy who could care?
That she still searches, when she should just dare?

Mussed Muse

Another IMprov Poem

    Mussed Muse

Usually I try
being romantic
with my rhymes.
If she acts frantic
then the paradigm shifts –
and the muse
is mussed.

On IMing Goodnight

Another IMprov poem; this was written around Dec., 2005

    On IMing Goodnight

I think about you often
of holding you close
and then
I wish I could be closer to you
and off I go again.

Off to the neverland
of dreams
of passions new and fresh
of desires and yearning
and insides turning
as you take away my breath.

A proper goodnight?
A proper farewell?
There is none in sight!
Nor could I ever tell
how hard it is to
bid adieu;
to once again say goodbye.
I only can hope that,
when I do—
you’ll consider it a lullaby.

Goodnight, sweetest lips
gentle caress
soft fingertips
flashing eyes
lightest hair
I hear your sighs
as you picture me there.

Goodnight.

What if God is a Jazz Musician?

Back in high school I read a science report that stated that radio waves coming from Pulsars, Quarks, and other astrological entities portrayed very sophisticated Jazz beats and rhythms. I wrote a poem, then, which I can’t find… but this is a rewrite that still asks the same question.

The Quasars
and Pulsars
from dying sparks
of Quarks
playing in the dark
form bang, bang,
do wop, bang
rhythms
and be bop bang
syncopated rhymes
in do wop, bang re bop
three-quarter time
on radio
do whop bang discs
in bang bang do whop bang Puerto
Rico
and New Mex
ico.
So …
What if God
bang bang do whop bang
IS a Jazz Musician?
Man?
AND
the Universe
Is His Big
Gig,
Dig?

A Selfish Sonnet on Issues to Work Through

A friend texted me the other day saying they didn’t want to talk, that they had “Issues to Work Through”. I didn’t hear from them for several days, so I wrote this:

There is little more disconserting
than to know someone
you care for is hurting.
So you wonder: “what have I done?”

When you think your flaws
both imagined and real,
Are the generator and the cause
of the way your friend feels.

And when they won’t reach out
to accept your warm, caring embrace,
then you wonder and doubt
if they liked you in the first place.

It’s not all about me!
That much is true!
But why won’t you let me see
how it’s all about you?

And as I sit alone in silence,
All I can wonder is where my friend went.

Dave Kuhns, 21 Jan. 2009

Mature Content Romantic Poetry

The following poems deal with mature romantic/sexual topics. They are not meant to be offensive, but have some phrases and thoughts which may be offensive to some. So that these poems won’t appear on the main blog posting page, I’m putting them here on this static page. If you want to comment on them, you’ll have to do by commenting on the main posting page. IF YOU MAY BE OFFENDED BY THEM, PLEASE CLOSE THIS PAGE! I HAVE THOUSANDS OF OTHER POEMS WHICH SHOULD NOT BE OFFENSIVE!

—-
The following poem was written after a long IMing session, where my friend was tired of IMing. When I called, the response was “I can’t talk now: I’m IMing!” This is my response to a return call.
I Can’t Talk Now: a ConTEXTual Poem
I can’t talk now/
I’m urinating!/
Which will soon lead/
to flatulating!/
Then, hopefully,/
to celebrating!/
(But, by then,/
you’ll be done waiting!)
-Jan 21, 2009
————
Thots@2am: a mature ConTEXTing poem
I wish I was able/
to give u a facial!/
For although I dissed you,/
who knew/
I’d miss you!/
and your tender words/
and gentle touch/
so much!?
10 Feb., 2009 – 2 a.m.

This was written some time ago, (Feb 14, 2008?) But I’m just now posting it:
A Romantic (kind of) ConTEXTing Poem d’ Pavlovian

A Pavlovian response! /
I hear your voice just once /
and immediately get /
a huge bulge in my pants!

April 19, 2009
Lustful Haiku
—————
desire was known
passion warmed deep in her loins
her breasts were heaving melons

April 20, 2009
Staying at Home: A ConTEXTING Poem
————
Alas! I’m a loner!/
A poor stay-at-homer!/
A texting on the phone 2 her/
guy with a boner!

April 22, 2009, 9:11 a.m.
ConTEXTing Poem on Showering in the Nude
—————-
As I shower nudely,/
Please, think of me crudely!/
And then,/
today,/
as you wend your way/
and play,/
o’er dale and through glen,/
please think of me that way,/
again!

September 28, 2009, 6:31 p.m.
ConTEXTing Poem about a discussion, in a bar, on 69, with an elementary teacher

I spent some time/

pondering your lesson of ’69./

Is the thought/

whether we ought/

2 take turns?/

Or share?/

Which lesson is best learned?

Does anyone really care?
——————————–
ConTEXTing Romantic Poem
Nov 23, 2009, 12:48 a.m.
My girl told me/
don’t bust a nut!/
I said don’t worry!/
When I go down, I get up!/
I got the dining at the Y blues./
Serving U satisfaction/
makes it easier to snooze!/
But only if she agrees/
and says “Yes, please!”
———————

——————–
Nov. 25, 2009
With soft hand of blonde,/
zipper down, I let her fond/
le me./
You can’t see!/
No response?/
She/
is thee!
——————-
ConTEXTing Haiku (2)
Nov. 25, 2009
Between legs, trio:/
together solo mio./
Upstanding alone.
———–
Tonight I, Rambo,/
elect to get stiff and so/
I go commando!
—————-

Early morning Haiku
26 Dec., 2009
Reaching o’er her waist/
in the morning: Will he feel/
Moisture? Or Closure?
————————
Mature IMprov Sonnet April 13 3:45 p.m. 2010
“Women at a Toy Party”

She pulled out her rabbit/
from its soft silken case,/
and said “You’ve got to have it!”/
and a grin crossed her face./

And in the party of women/
those who knew what ladies need/
Shouted at once “AHH MEN!”/
to say they agreed./

For they had all felt/
its vibrating ears/
and were all dealt
pleasure in high gear./

And the thoughts of that bunny’s pink nose/
made all the women moisten their clothes.

June 9, 2010 – 2 p.m.
Being sinspired/
by the nude above the bed,/
only a moment transpired /
b4 clothes were shed./
In reality,/
t’was heat that got 2 me,/
tho summer/
hadn’t come/
early.

7/24/2010 -4:30 p.m.
Cutting Short An Island Trip For Nudity: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku
My trip gets shortened/
when some hot cutie tells me/
she sunbathes nudely! B-)

Original:
My trip gets shortened/when some hot woman tells me/ she’s sunbathing nude!B-)

Sept. 18, 2010, 9:12 a.m.: A friend posted a photo of her sunbathing… waist down, BUT it showed ‘just a little”, so I wrote this:
Though some thought it rude,/
when she showed me her shaved pubes,/
I was just amused.

Sept 19, 2:50 a.m.
Something erotic/
for my story book! I’ll call it,/
if U please,/
The Incredible Lap Dance/
of What a Tease!/
U might have enjoyed it more/
off the dance floor.

2:31 p.m. Oct 8, 2010
As she at work stood, /
over the counter, leaning ,/
he came up behind her,/
caressing the fur./
It felt warm and good,/
but it was no longer dry cleaning.

A Birthday Spooning Wish October 22, 2010
You are the she/
who inspires me./
You give me a hard on,/
I give you a hard time,/
so let’s moon the moon while we spoon.

25 Dec. 2010 – 1:11 a.m.
Thumb Hard Cum: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku
Who knew that she’d cum/
so hard on my thumb that it/
would become real numb.
Jan.3, 2011 10:49 a.m.
One Night Stand Lament: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku
She said she’d never/
had a one-night stand. He’s sad/
that he was her first.

Jan.4, 2011 8:01 a.m.
Sleepy Morning Surprise: Romantic ConTEXTing Limerick
Would it be a surprise/
to greet the sunrise/
deeply,/
and sleepily,/
with my hand between your thighs?

7:54 a.m. Jan. 31, 2011

I won’t wash my sheets/

any time soon. Your scent gives/

lingering mem’ry

6:59 a.m. Feb. 2, 2011

A limerick/about my dick:

This is your nude alarm clock./

If you could see my cock/

you’d say: ‘Oh my heck!/

It’s so Erect!’/

and it would send you into shock!

2 Feb 2011 – 7:16 a.m.

Sordid Poem Temptation: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

So tempting to send /

you a sordid poem, but don’t /

you get them often?

Feb. 9, 2011, 7:54 a.m.
Pressure Reception: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku
The only pressure/
you should feel from me is when/
I’m laying on you.

March 1, 2011: 7:38 a.m.
Missing You Gone: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku
I hate waking up /
with a massive erection,/
thinking of you gone!

March 12, 2011: 10:14 a.m.
You Should See This! Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku
I wish you could see,/
again, what I woke up to./
Rather, woke up with.

March 13, 2011 – 2:45 a.m.
I love the smell of love making in the morning: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku
I have forgotten/
how musky, deep, moving and/
wonderful sex smells.

March 30, 2011 – 7:23 a.m.
What You Already Lost: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku
I would offer to/
f*!k your brains out but that would /
be redundancy.

6 April 2011 Y Think About Y: Romantic IMprov Poetry
She wonders y/
I think about Y/
in many things./
But I sigh/
and explain y/
thinking of dining at her Y/
and pleasuring/
is y/
her Y/
is my thing.

Just Wanting To Be With Her: Romantic IMprov Haiku – April 6, 2011, 1:25 p.m.
For the first time in/
my life, I have the simple/
wish to hotel us.

The Mo’man Ho: Romantic Blogging Improv Poetry April 8, 2011, 11 a.m.
She was a Mo’/
man ho/
who simply wanted mo’!/
(At least, she told me so)/
but when I asked fo’ mo’,/
she smiled and just said “No!”/
So … /
I had to let her go.

Which Head Leads? Revolutionary ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku April 14, 9:09 a.m.
The decision to /
get out of bed may depend/
by which head one’s led.

Wishing For Your Own Place: Romantic IMprov Haiku April 14, 11:10 a.m.
“If you were with me/
at my own place, you’d have me/
sitting on your face.”

What She Needs I Can’t Give: Romantic ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku Lament April 14, 2011 6:14 pm
She says: ‘I need a/
good fuck.’ I wonder where she’ll/
find one, ‘cuz I suck.

May 1, 2011 – 2:20 a.m. – Who Is In The Bed: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku
A naked man in /
your bed is like having rain/
moisten a desert.

May 1, 2011, 2:34 a.m. – Mormon Pioneer Decendent Juxtiposition: Romantic Improv Poem
He wondered if
this Puritan
Pioneer
Pollyanna
would ever simply
turn
her ankles out
and with soft lips,
moistened,
simply scream:
“F*** me
hard,
NOW!”

6 May, 2011, 5:40 p.m.

Dreaming Of Blonde, Impaling: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku
Sometimes I dream that/
a blonde hovers above me,/
then impales herself.

May 15, 8 pm
How Women Worship: Revolutionary IMprov Humorous Haiku

Many men wish their/
women were loose like those who/
worship on bent knees.

May 19, 2011, 8:13 a.m.
Riding Bareback: Romantic ConTEXTing Poem
I was dreaming/
of her screaming/
as I pulled her hair./
T’was no nightmare./
She was willingly bare,/
and begged 2b ridden./
RU kiddin’?/
I was doing what was bidden!

May 27, 15:19 p.m.
Stuck Post Fuck: Romantic ConTEXTing Poem
Just my luck./
I am stuck/
on the toilet,/
and can’t get/away./
But it was worth your fuck/
any day,/
I’d say./
They turned off electricity/
and I can’t c,/
c?

Full Moon Rising: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku
June 13, 2011, 12:59 a.m.

Sometimes I see a/
full moon. I think of you and/
want to fuck your ass. (!)

Poodle Piddle Panty Puddle Riddle: Romantic IMprov Limerick
June 20, 2011, 12:56 p.m.

She watched the poodle puppy piddle,
and thought of her own drip down the middle.
It caused her mind to muddle,
this panting panty puddle,
and she puzzled at the cause’s riddle.

Adjusting Kneeling: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku
June 23, 7:30 a.m.

Why can I now just/
adjust me and dream of how/
I’d kneel behind thee?

Why Leave Your Door Unlocked: Romantic Blogging Haiku June 28, 12:38 a.m.
Leave your door unlocked/
so late at nght I can crawl/
in between your legs.

———
What type of Goo: Romantic Improv Poem June 28, 2011 11:31 a.m.
What type of goo
do you want me to do
for you?
Soft porn
is not my norm
but you seem to be
in that mode lately.
(it was begun
well before the V-tongue)

And I’m so sad
that I can’t find that “bad”
photo.
Where did it go?
Because I don’t want to forget it,
and I could do a quick edit
and it’d look way different
than the porn you meant.
———–

——————–

What Men Pray For: Romantic IMprov Haiku June 28, 2011, 12:17 p.m.
She suggested he pray/
for a wet dream. He instead/
prayed for good lovin’.

When Nothing Is Hidden: Romantic IMprov Haiku June 28, 12:20 p.m.
I have licked the juice/
from between your silky lips./
Do we have secrets?

Partaking In Rare Form: Romantic Improv Spoken Limerick — June 29, 23:44 p.m.
With her long, silken, glowing hair,
cascading, flowing on her shoulders bare,
she invites me
and excites me
to partake in her form so rare.

Expected Smut: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku — July 2, 12:10 a.m.
Expected dirty/
poetry wasn’t sent. Her/
grandkids made it tough.

Wince The Silence: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku Lament — July 5, 8:12 a.m.
When the convo goes/
from underwear and “down there” /
to silence, I wince.

Seeing Her Head And Mine: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku 29 July, 2011 20:20 p.m.
The top of her head/
looks fine, especially when/
it’s wrapped around mine.

Lotion By The Bed: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku 30 July, 2011, 7:39 a.m.
I keep a bottle/
of lotion next to my bed,/
in case she calls late.

Desire Auf Deutsch: Romantic ConTEXTing Iambic Poem 7 July 2012, 15:49 p.m.
Ich moechte meine Harte
zwischen deine Beine stechen
Und sanft deine roserote
Lippen lechen.

12:02 a.m. Aug 2:
An erotic doggy style sonnet

I’ve sometimes thought of you
On all fours like a dog.
Begging for a screw;
Pleading for my log.

I watched your smooth bottom
Rise up in the air.
White and soft like cotton
Glowed your derrière.

And when I slid inside
And penetrated your hot wetness,
It was not with pain you cried.
T’was a moan from internal caress.

And when you involuntarily at last exploded,
Your tight squeezing released what your passion had loaded.

———————-
I can only dream
And imagine how you’ll feel/
Sliding down on me.

Aug 24, 2012 — 00:25 a.m.
If I wrote something/
> sordid would my passion and/
> romance be thwarted?
>
> If I send you a/
> photo of me nude would you/
> think it crude and rude?
>
> Me too. So I will/
> bid u adieu and goodnight/
> before your long flight.

Moonlight Bare Blanket Eros===========
Aug 25 2012 9:58 pm Bare On A Blanket
She lay,
bare,
there,
milky white,
bathed
in moonlight.
All I could do
was stare
with delight.

——
Sept 10, 2012 18:40 p.m.
Oft Twisted Off Knickers: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
She got her knickers/
in a twist because I thought/
oft about them off.

—–
Jan 7, 6:31 a.m.
Where Am I Sleeping? Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
If I was sleeping/
with you then you wouldn’t ask/
where I was sleeping.

April 10, 2013, 7:15:
Do You Like Sex? Romantic ImproVerse Limerick
She asked, somewhat direct: /
“Do you like sex?”/
That kept me up all night/
’til, by morning’s light,/
I was a quivering wreck.

Aug 20, 21:58 PM
Adult Kitty: Romantic Adult ImproVerse Haiku
Each time I see your/
furry pussy, I want to/
gently caress it.

Sept 22, 2013 12:42 p.m.
Red Pubic Hair
If you have your head/
up your rear, how will I know /
what’s your pubic hair?

Jan 6, 2015 6:16 a.m.
Wisconsin Winter Dreaming: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku
Her furrowed field is/
warm, moist, and anything but/
frozen. I’ll plow it.

Jan 6, 2015, 6:57 a.m.
Homage to the Moon, Setting (Full Mature Version)
(The first half of this piece was published in the normal blog. This reflects the entire piece, and what I was thinking about).

Sent at 5:56 Central

It’s early morning./

The sun,/
Sleeps in/

In this winter farmland,/
He/

Lazy like me/

Has not yet shucked

his blanket.

But the moon,/
Bright,/
Woman-Full

and luscious,/
Works her way/
Through cold/
Spindley/
Cottonwoodmaple/

tree fingers/
That reach skyward

to cup her/
And hold her/
And uphold her/
Longer/
Until Apollo/
Can wake up.

—-

I wonder/
If you were here/
(And we were),/
And we honored her/
Through the bedroom/
Patio/
Window,

you,

prone,

bowing/
On all fours,/

back arched slightly/
Skin white and shining

like the snow;/

Me kneeling behind/
Gently rocking back/

and forth,/
Her moving/
In and out/
Of my view,/
Both of us/
Rhythmically chant-moaning/
In the early morning/

A Higher pitched

ohhhhmmm:/

Would she feel/
Like/

a voyeur?

IMAGINING A MOUTH: ROMANTIC IMPROV HAIKU
2:29 a.m.Dec. 30, 2015
Sometimes I try to/
fathom a mouth wrapped around/
me. And I just can’t.

CAN I WRITE A SONNET YOU GORGEOUS: ROMANTIC SONNET
8 p.m. January 15, 2015

Can I write a sonnet
about how you are gorgeous?
You say you are chubby, yet
I’m glad you are not less.

I love your breast, firm and round.
And your belly’s soft mound.
I yearn to feel them.
I’d like to reveal them.

And between your thighs I’d gladly dive,
and tast you to make you sigh
and taste your juice divine
with my tongue, lips and hands.

Let me touch your heart
and be your man!