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 Dec 2015 Ambika Jois
Traveler
When a wall in our mind exists
Between intellect and spirituality
It tends to be a dangerous wall...
Intellect; The faculty of reasoning  and understanding objectivity...
 Dec 2015 Ambika Jois
Traveler
There was an old man
Still young in soul
So he left his body
And just let go

With spirit free
He took to wings
He flew to where
The angels sing

But there he realized
He was alone
That and he'd stumbled
Into a no fly zone...
Traveler Tim
re to 05-17
 Dec 2015 Ambika Jois
Helen
no one looks at me
like you do
no one takes my fingertips
and slips them between lips
to lick off my essence

no one knows me
like you do
no one takes me inside them
like a simple hymn
simply undressed

no one touches me
like you do
no one ever wanted to know me
no matter how I sat simply
but you do

no one wanted to know me
until you undressed me
now it simply comes down to
two words
*I Do
It's sometimes impossible to tell someone how you feel about them unless they tell you how they feel about you....
 Dec 2015 Ambika Jois
Havran
You didn’t tell me about farewell.
I had no idea
how much I could miss you
until missing you
was the only thing
I could do.
 Nov 2015 Ambika Jois
Kj
dating a writer
is like guessing the weather.
you think you know what you'll get,
but you never do.

you never know
because

she'll create a hero
from your weaknesses

and she'll write a great character,
from every last flaw.

she'll create a thousand plots  
from your worst nightmares.

she'll take every last thing you hate
and create something you'll love.

she'll turn your anger
into confessions of adoration,

and she'll make you,
everything you're not.

but worst of all,
she'll leave you wondering-
is it you she's in love with,
or things she's created from you?

but here's the beauty of it:

if you date a writer,
you'll never die.
I pull your ******* to my chest
And feel your heart beating oh so fast
I cup my hand upon your ***
And mash your mound into my mass
I hold you captive in my grasp
As I spread you legs apart

I savagely kiss your trembling lips
And bite the plumpness I find there
I pull and tug upon your hair
Force in your mouth down with care
BETTER NOT CHOKE or I will glare
As you finish up with sips

I throw you over and grab your hips
And enter you from behind
You are gasping but I surely do not mind
I pound your rim and one more time
And *** once more as you reach behind
To touch my finger tips

I twist you around and grab your knees
And pull you into to me
I raise you up and sting you like a bee
And I put my thorn in so easily
I take my fill for free
And toss your shivering hulk back across the bed like you are nothing now to me

You lay upon the crumpled sheets
You lay used and oh so worn
You hair a sticky mess , that of a baby born
You lip bleeding softly , while I look on with such scorn
You slowly spread your legs like butterfly wings adorned
Saying,"Won't you come back and do it all again ."
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