Poetry About The Beautiful Smiles Of Lovers! II

The global-class HSR, which doesn’t play that half-stepping stuff, IS MORE LASER FOCUSED THAN THOSE STEELY GUYS OOGLING A SASHAYING BIKINI-CLAD SUPERBEAUTY ON THE BEACHES OF RIO, so your “now that you’ve caught up to me—what are you going to do with me” smile can throw off the covers, get up, and go forge some history today!

Holding your moist hand

While slow unbalanced pacing along

The soft curving sands

Of the pink-colored beach

I close my eyes

And inhale deeply

To intoxicate myself

With the scents

Of your perfume and body

And the sensual salty sea…

It makes the

Love inside of me dizzy

I open my eyes

And catch you meditating

Just like me

Your relaxed mouth

Gives me a gift

Of a slow growing

Smile that ultimately

Spans and shines

More than before

We sit and stretch

On two lounge chairs

By the small ocean waves

Which seem to desperately desire

To repeatedly

Reach out to touch us

And make us

Therapeutically and

Wonderfully wet…

I hang one of my feet

Off of the chair

And into the lapping water

That has a sugary temperature

That can’t be felt

I give informed consent

To that liquid

To make comfortable

Forever memories

Of these beautiful moments…

I catch the

White clouds that are

Tall, expansive and droplet rich

Red handedly

Playing hide and seek

With the sun

Which seems to be

Turning over

And yawning and stretching

And getting ready to

Take its time

Slowly

Immersing itself

By taking a cool dip 

Behind

The secret distant horizon…



TO BE CONTINUED...

May you have many…man, it’s so good to be alive on this sweet sunny day, I just don’t know what to do with myself—but I’ll figure something out!...love is so necessary, that I sometimes feel “so unnecessary!”…I’m taking one easy step at a time and one easy breath at a time, so I can feel the numbing and bumping pulse of Nature, as I rise above!…smiles! 

The Last Secret Baby Tooth! Part 1.

The HSR is WARNING YOU—TO NOT TASTE THAT SUSPICIOUS PORRIDGE BUBBLING IN THAT STIRRING BLACK CAULDRON, because your “sweet, innocent, angelic, and uncontaminated” smile doesn’t need to go through that unnecessary and painful metamorphic transformation!

Today started out as any other ordinary day in the neighborhood dental clinic: some of the morning employees would sign in and meet at the coffee machine for some water cooler talk, while others put away their personal belongings in their lockers before starting work.

Soon, we started seating the first patients gathered in the waiting room and processed them for treatment.

Everything seemed to proceed along normally with my first patient, whom I have never treated before. He was a regular-looking six-year-old boy, but with bright, almost-see-through-me eyes.  

After exchanging a respectful “Hello,” he sat in the chair and dutifully opened wide, offering no resistance.

He needed a baby tooth out in the bottom front area of the mouth, the first one to be lost.

Upon examination, the tooth, which was just an old, short remnant of its former self, could bend far over with a finger touch, but it just would not come out at home. That’s what brought them here. After documenting consent, I placed the usual numbing jelly in the area and around the tooth.

Everything so far went according to plan. After exchanging short words with the caregiver, I prepared myself, forceps in hand, to take out this primary tooth that had caused so many disruptions in their lives.

I could tell that the elderly woman wasn’t the child’s mother. There was something quite unusual about these two, adult and child, but I just couldn’t figure out what it was right then.  However, it didn’t warrant any changes in the treatment.

I reached carefully into the mouth with the extraction forceps, taking no chance that it wouldn’t come out on the first try. I decided to hold on and will this tooth out.

I held the tooth within the forceps, and squeezed the forceps’ handles together, ever so slightly and…

You’ll never guess what happened next…

The baby tooth flew from the mouth area with great speed, so fast that I lost track of its trajectory. I sensed, however, that it went in the direction of the foot end of the dental chair.

Now don’t get me wrong, but I take out baby teeth all the time with no problems. I always recover the tooth, well, except for this one time right here.

I made a valiant attempt to find it, giving a close examination to the floor, and looking among the folds of the chair cover.  

In the end, I apologized for losing track of it, and promised to set it aside in the event that I find it in the future.

The caregiver, who also had intensely piercing eyes, profusely thanked me for removing it, but she stood up and pointedly warned me, “Please don’t go looking for that thing! The world needs to be rid of it! His mouth is no longer burdened anymore by its secrets. If you even start to go looking for it, you may be forced to make some very hard decisions about your life…soon.”

“That stub of a tooth possesses unmentionable forces that must not be touched by those proven powerful, but only by a plain, uninitiated man, to unlock its unstoppable power. If you go searching for it, you will be suddenly swept into a new world. You will come back totally changed, if you come back at all! Yours will be a journey unparalleled!”

I perked, "Whoa!" and gave one more quick glance at the floor.

When I turned my head back around to see them again to say bye, they had silently disappeared!...

…Poof!...

Just like in the scary movies!

Well, it was almost break time, so I started to get up and leave the treatment room, but something told me to give a quick look back under the side of the chair one more time.

I then bent over to see under the foot end of the chair one last time. And when I did…I saw some thing…

It was twinkling and shiny. I reached out my hand to touch it…and…

Then I felt the room spinning around me!

It felt like I was fainting…or being pulled into something!

That’s when many pretty colors started swirling around me…

I should have obeyed the warning words of that woman, “Don’t do it, or you will be swept away!”

Now, I must pay dearly for my curious meddling!...

TO BE CONTINUED…

May you have many…I do want my vivid dreams to transport me to amazing and far-away places, but I also want to come back and wake up on time!...if my doctor orders medicine for me, I want it to be chocolate bars and smoothies!...only disturb the matter of the matrix if you are ready and willing to face the resulting unpredictable backsplashes!…smiles!

She Was The Best-Looking Woman In The Whole Night Club…Until She…

-YOU DON’T SEE ME KICKING, SLOBBERING, AND CRYING LIKE BABY, because your “best and brightest of the whole hour-long dramatic comedy show“ smile is HSR’s federal-reserve-backed, extremely top-secret, and covertly-coveted fiduciary responsibility!-

…opened her mouth!

And it wasn’t what she said, or even how she spoke…

…it was more about the lacking, and, maybe even off-putting, physical condition of her sorely-in-need-of-rehab smile.

So that's why she always showed a closed-lip smile.

She was otherwise decked out to the max in the finest designer apparel.

She was thick and thin in all of the right places!

The hair, the make up, the earrings, and the shoes, oh, yes, those to-die-for, fantastic, straight-out-of-Elle-magazine, high-class, high heels!

She had all of the attention from the guys, gals, and even the gays!

But, her unsatisfactory teeth made her mouth an unmitigatedly-toxic, anti-magnetic disaster!

She urgently needs to call 1-800-DENTIST, or get a referral to one of many thousands of competent dentists, or from friends or family members, so her smile can compliment, not complicate, the preferred branding image that she is trying to project.

She may want to save a little money for treatment, or use her insurance benefits, and maybe even get over her fright of dentists, and then, sit for, and get, a smile that is worthy of matching the beautifulness of the rest of her.

Oh, and, by the way, the same hypothetical…applies to guys in the club!

May you have many…it’s really what’s inside that counts, but what’s outside matters a lot, too…take a look deep into my eyes, and not into my mouth...okay, so I’m not perfect—heck—nobody is!...smiles!

My Boyfriend Just Got His Braces Off…And Now Lots of Gorgeous Women Are Shamelessly Hitting On Him—Right In Front Of Me! Part 1.

 -HSR is PLUSH BATHROBE LOUNGIN’, BIG WINDOW-TELESCOPIN’, AND END-TO-END THOROUGHLY FACT AND FANTASY CHECKIN’ your “panoramic penthouse views of the city’s blinking nightlights” smile!-

First of all, hats off to the importance of Dentistry, and its deserved status as a big, indispensible member of a fantastic facial makeover team.

What you and your dentist work on and smooth out…that… is what you get!

Besides attractiveness, a smile also comments on the strength, class, and more, of the person to whom it is attached.

Your boyfriend’s new and marvelous mouth further potentiates his existing facial status.

He’s more of a pretty boy now. The price of his stock has just shot up!

And the ladies are swooning heavily as they longingly gaze for him and his attention.

They want to be in his arms, in his thoughts, and in his dreams!

Well, if you two are so together, a good PDA, every now and then, may help others get the message and make them keep their distances.

But, you shouldn’t have a problem, especially if he faithfully loves what you are and have, on the inside and out!

By the way, where are you, with all of these hot, catty, high-heeled, short-skirted, and shamelessly thirsty women two-step prancing all around almost in unison?

If you want your man to pay more attention to you, quickly exit stage left, to a better place where you can be his glorious center of attention, and center of action!

Then you can enjoy the view from upon your pedestal, which he loves to praise!

May you have many…today is an extremely good day to be alive, and to be in good shape!...people are getting down, at the partee, but move yourself on, cause he’s with me!...mine eyes have seen the complete glory of loveliness in my life!…smiles!

Poetry About The Beautiful Smiles Of Lovers!

-OUT OF THE THICK WHITE MIST AND MOVING FOG SLOWLY APPEARS THE GREAT MAJESTY of your “almost Godzilla-big, but with a gentle touching finger“ smile, brokered by the Big-Time Hollywood Connections that are hot-steel stamped by the one and only HSR!-

Sailing between close islands

With calm seas

The lazy wind

Guides us straight

Surrounded by

Earth’s liquid mystery

Sea birds fly and

I hypnotically gaze at them

As they soar effortlessly

With direction and intent

In the distance 

Your beauty is set off

By your smile.

Sitting at a table on deck

With food, drink, and candles

Slow pulsing love song

On the radio

I gently take your hand

And my other hand

Holds the controller

Your smile gives stark contrast

To your sculpted

Mother of the Natural

Wind, sun, sand, sky, and sea face

When we make it

To the island

We step off into

Our personal

Lush paradise

Your smile changes

With your lips

When you talk

Let’s walk

But not in a rush

Along these sands

While I look

Back and forth

At you and

The green tropics

And the commanding blue waters…

A coconut falls

As we walk by

That’s a sign that

Nature wants to

Give to us abundantly

And have us stay around

To keep her company

For a while

You sparkle me

In my heart

And the astonishingly beautiful sunset

Has yet to start

That’s a new chapter

To which I am eager

To dance cheek to cheek…

TO BE CONTINUED…

May you have many…you can rub your chin and grin as chesirely, and lean as astutely, in that plush psychologist’s chair and talk as Freudian and as psychologically deep as you want…sitting with closed eyes on the park bench, my skin feels the electric sweep of the romantic winds which repeatedly and tenderly caress the dancing tree leaves…I’m really going to enjoy the beauticious and continuous seconds of time that come my way, until they come no more…smiles!

My New Smile And I Are Going To Catch a Nice Girl At This Party Tonight! Part 1.

-The hacker-and-NSA-proof, 348-bit-encrypted HSR is, by nature, MORE THAN READY, WILLING, AND BATTLE-TESTED ABLE TO PROTECTIVELY ASSIST your “forward-thinking, forward-acting, and forward-loving“ smile!-

 

I just passed the bouncer, paid the entry, and now I’m in!

It’s my first time at this night-place…and check it out! This club is huge…it’s cavernous! Lights flashing and swirling…big video screens…hot action all over the place…

This party is jammin’ big time!

Beautiful high-heeled ladies! Some slinky thin, others curvy thick. Dang!

And they all have that “I am soo ready” look on their faces!

I’m glad that I did a good once-over of my smile…My new teeth look as cool as ice cubes!

“Thanks again, Dentist Man!,” I say to myself.

But I’m not going to smile a lot, yet…not until I find a nice prospect, and there are plenty of fish in this sea, so I’m in no rush, buddy!

I think I’ll walk up the stairs in a cool-slow manner, and look down at the action on the dance floor…

The DJ has the crowd marching and bouncing like soldiers to their own rhythm!

The waitress, who is as fit as an aerobics and yoga instructor all in one, took my order for my favorite drink: blended unsweetened orange juice and ice, with two cherries on top.

I’m leaning on the balcony handrail. I look to my right and I see these two model-worthy ladies quickly walking straight toward me with firm looks in their eyes.

As they stride closer, I clear my throat a little and get ready to come up with something slick to say to improve my chances of a miracle happening.

Now they are right in front of me…and I’m starting to think that this is the start of a man’s wildest dream…

But they rush right past me…to the ladies room!... which, to my surprise, is right to the other side of me.

Psyche!

Oh, well!

The waitress comes back with my drink. I give her a tip.

As she’s about to sashay on, she purrs, ”let me know if you need anything else,” chased with a naughty wink.

Her bright smile seems to light her way back into the twilight room, as she fades into the crowd.

I turn back to the gyrating dance floor, raise my drink, and take a small sip.

“They have fine chicks galore at this place, um, um, um!

Just then, a dainty finger taps me on the shoulder.

I turn around to see what’s up, and…

TO BE CONTINUED…

May you have many…if you look deep into my eyes—you’ll find me peeking back at you!...you can two-step and spin around without missing a beat—you should be on DWTS!...magical music can reinforce the magnetism and memory of the moment…smiles!