SPICY LIT NIGHT CAP: WORD PLAY: Piquant

Tonight's word is all about "Piquant."



It's a word that describes something with a pleasantly sharp taste or with a spicy taste.

For any of you who may be writing a cookbook or creating a scene in your story where your character is on a dinner date and eating something very tasty then this is the word for you.

Using this word can definitely add dimension, spice, sharpness, zest and even a pleasant kick to your wording in your story or as you dress up your recipes in your cookbook.

Being creative as we all know starts with your basics and then building on those basics to take your creativity further and further as you progress in your writing.

Learning new words like "Piquant" can give you not only new knowledge of a new word, but can also help build a great story or finish your story around that word.

Remember, take the time to learn new words and their meaning. Then take it a step further to learn what their synonyms and antonyms are so that your writing can not only reflect your creativity but great intelligence to.



Cherries And Strawberries
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SPICY LIT NIGHT CAP! POETRY PLAY: "Nature" Is What We See!

"NATURE" IS WHAT WE SEE BY: Emily Dickineson

Nature" is what we see—
The Hill—the Afternoon—
Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee—
Nay—Nature is Heaven—
Nature is what we hear—
The Bobolink—the Sea—
Thunder—the Cricket—
Nay—Nature is Harmony—
Nature is what we know—
Yet have no art to say—
So impotent Our Wisdom is
To her Simplicity.


Cherries And Strawberries
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SPICY LIT NIGHT CAP! Poetry Play: Risk!

RISK BY: Anais Nin

And then came the day,
when the risk
to remain tight
in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
it took
to blossom.

Cherries And Strawberries
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SPICY LIT NIGHT CAP! PoetryPlay: Laughter!

LAUGHTER BY: Pablo Neruda

Take bread away from me, if you wish,
take air away, but
do not take from me your laughter.

Do not take away the rose,
the lance flower that you pluck,
the water that suddenly
bursts forth in joy,
the sudden wave
of silver born in you.

My struggle is harsh and I come back
with eyes tired
at times from having seen
the unchanging earth,
but when your laughter enters
it rises to the sky seeking me
and it opens for me all
the doors of life.

My love, in the darkest
hour your laughter
opens, and if suddenly
you see my blood staining
the stones of the street,
laugh, because your laughter
will be for my hands
like a fresh sword.

Next to the sea in the autumn,
your laughter must raise
its foamy cascade,
and in the spring, love,
I want your laughter like
the flower I was waiting for,
the blue flower, the rose
of my echoing country.

Laugh at the night,
at the day, at the moon,
laugh at the twisted
streets of the island,
laugh at this clumsy
boy who loves you,
but when I open
my eyes and close them,
when my steps go,
when my steps return,
deny me bread, air,
light, spring,
but never your laughter
for I would die.
 

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SPICY LIT NIGHT CAP! Poety Play: WHO'S CHARMING-The Depth Of Poetic Intrigue!

Who’s charming, who’s stacking it’s just a thought a simple thought of mine.
Who’s charming, who’s stacking it’s just a thought a simple thought of mine.

I divide I fold inside, like a caterpillar strives to be a butterfly.
Telling secrets is a whisper in a tender ear; I see it has been rendered.

Who’s charming, who’s stacking it’s just a thought a simple thought of mine.
Who’s charming, who’s stacking it’s just a thought a simple thought of mine.

Devotion is emotion as it becomes clear to spill into the ear of time.
Walking and thinking go hand in hand as it’s clear and so divine.

Who’s charming, who’s stacking it’s just a thought a simple thought of mine
Who’s charming, who’s stacking it’s just a thought a simple thought of mine.

Raising the bar of envy I decide to play and conform to simple thoughts.
Not alone I’m in divine ecstasy and provoking the sound of natural random abilities of intrigue.

Who’s charming who’s stacking it’s just a thought a simple thought of mine.
Who’s charming who’s stacking it’s just a thought a simple of thought mine.

Rambling of greatness has a price of sick sexy word play as it comes on display.
To be or not to be is our thought provoking significance of eternity.

Who’s charming who’s stacking it’s just a thought a simple thought of mine.
Who’s charming who’s stacking it’s just a thought a simple thought of mine.

Pump up the lost notions of believe or make believe to only think happy thoughts of standards and radiant scores of love jones; and only to eat likes and dislikes of charming but stacking thoughts of high sighs of beauty and divine suitcases of simplicity that feeds us small bites of heaven.

Who’s charming who’s stacking it’s just a thought a simple thought of mine.
Who’s charming who’s stacking it’s just a thought a simple thought of mine.










By: Cherries And Strawberries
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SPICY LIT NIGHT CAP! Poetry Play: Rain Drops On My Tongue!

Rain Drops On My Tongue (Diva's House Of Literay Coffee)

I coo little breaths as the free bird in me spins around in the moment of tragedy. Time goes on and I stand still thinking; will I remain here as me. Not easily broken I feel tight but whimsical as I close my eyes and feel the cloud pass over me as I coo soft little breaths in my soul.

As rain-drops drop on my tongue my mind takes over and burst with helplessness and freedom as the bubbles burst like a fresh drop of lemon on my tongue. Freedom feels good as I feel the rain drops explode in my mouth; as I think of all the tiny bubbles finding its way to my soul. Feelings of living and dying run rampart in me as my tongue collects rain-drops to cleanse the depths of the deepest part of me.

I swirl in the midst of time as tragedies and moments of glory are current, but fading. It hits me like bad news as I try to make it in my mind. As it hurts it touches softly and keeps me present for time to pass by. As I stand still I coo and taste all the good, tragedies, and hopeful moments of the future. It’s time to go in, but not before I get one last rain-drop on my tongue. Momentum is building as I wait for the last drop to fall and burst on my tongue.

Seeing is believing and as I close my eyes, and taste it for the last time, I coo deep but little breaths as the free bird in me spins around in the moment of tragedy. I stand still and taste bursting wet rain-drops on my tongue.

By: Cherries And Strawberries
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SPICY LIT NIGHT CAP! Poetry Play: Lunar Baedeker!

LUNAR BAEDEKER BY: Mina Loy!

A silver Lucifer
serves
cocaine in cornucopia

To some somnambulists
of adolescent thighs
draped
in satirical draperies

Peris in livery
prepare
Lethe
for posthumous parvenues

Delirious Avenues
lit
with the chandelier souls
of infusoria
from Pharoah's tombstones

lead
to mercurial doomsdays
Odious oasis
in furrowed phosphorous---

the eye-white sky-light
white-light district
of lunar lusts

---Stellectric signs
"Wing shows on Starway"
"Zodiac carrousel

Cyclones
of ecstatic dust
and ashes whirl
crusaders
from hallucinatory citadels
of shattered glass
into evacuate craters

A flock of dreams
browse on Necropolis

From the shores
of oval oceans
in the oxidized Orient

Onyx-eyed Odalisques
and ornithologists
observe
the flight
of Eros obsolete

And "Immortality"
mildews...
in the museums of the moon

"Nocturnal cyclops"
"Crystal concubine"
-------
Pocked with personification
the fossil virgin of the skies
waxes and wanes----

 

By: Cherries and Strawberries
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SPICY LIT NIGHT CAP! Sexy Thought Provoking Lit: Salacious Egos!

Appealing and very emphatic I see them hiding but willing. Melodious rhythms are all around me as I reach out and grab on to their sweet delicious thoughts.

It’s music to my ears as their thoughts run through my mind and I taste the desire of many as they give off the sweet scent of orange spice.

As I take a breath I can feel them all over me. With my eyes closed I dive into my soul and it feels like my climax moment is starting over and over again as it’s pushed to a lyrical rhythm that encases me and takes my thoughts to heaven.

Feelings of excitement but loneliness pour over me as I try to capture this delicious moment in time. No boundaries of many, I try to reach heaven and stay as I savor the moment of their thoughts all over me.

I’m fascinated with them as the moment continues to engage me with hardcore thoughts but gentle touches that flow organically.

Time is evolving as I come to the end of a notorious evolution that has touched my body with many thoughts of being wanted, desired, and loved. I feel okay to have connected with their thoughts as we fell into a moment of bliss and rage.

Tried and true is believable as I move on and seek out more of them. Closing things up and smelling the great taste of organic wonder I slowly seep into a heavenly crack of obsession like a crack addict who is addicted and want more.

I want more-more of them to want me as I lay still and hold their thoughts close to mine to savor, taste, and smell for the last time their salacious egos.

By: Cherries and Strawberries
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SPICY LIT NIGHT CAP! Word Play: Thought Provoking Lit: 609!

Laughing as I walk away with my head down, it was the best time of my life. The purple and white mini with the white stiletto heels was what turned him on. The smell of fresh organic lilies that just sprung up on a warm spring day is what he smelled like.

As we talked and laughed and enjoyed our time together it was a moment that I broke down into a million as I swallowed the abilities of his nature to touch me in the right way.

Learning and digesting each word that flowed from him was like a baby learning to crawl for the first time. Amazing, delicious, and tragic as we held hands and let our thoughts crawl into one another’s mind like a cockroach crawls into one’s ear at night.

As he touched me softly and gave me hints I ate his words; and his ability to engage me came with no reservation. My breath was soft and willing as our time came to an end and it was time separate.

Getting up I shook like a drug addict waiting to get my next fix. I wanted more and I couldn’t help myself.

Walking out the door and carrying my white stilettos in my hand I place my finger in my mouth and taste for the last time his happy evolution. An evolution that left me laughing and walking slowly with my head as I had the best time in my life.

By: Cherries and Strawberries
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SPICY LIT NIGHT CAP! Word Play: Gush!

The word of the evening is a word that can be taken to the highest power. It can definitely can be used in unique ways to explain many different things. Yes, we are talking about "gush!"

When I think of this word it reminds of ecrotic lit. Lit that takes you to a sensual place and gives you soft pinches of tingles and jabs that truly get's your mind wondering.

"Gush" is a word that can say many things in rough or soft ways. It can truly take your reader on a journey through rough seas or soft jabs of intimacy in a story. 
















A masterpiece in the making; "gush" can mesmerize and captivate any reading audience, as long as you the writer stay true and keep it real with how you want to say it.

Tonight, think about "gush" and incorporate it in your story or create a whole new "gushy" story that says it's all the "gush."

By: Cherries and Strawberries
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GETTING TWISTED WITH WORDS!

It's amazing how often we say something and it hits us in more ways than one.  Words envoke feelings, ideas and gives us that tingle that we often can't describe.  Our thoughts wrap around our bodies and gives us an explosion of words to use and to master. 

As thoughts run through your mind today, think what words truly stand out to you. Then, explore those words by creating a sensual story, poem, or a novel to honor your spicy "word explosion."

By: Cherries and Strawberries
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