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A 1d
Us
I am Love.
I just want you to know that you are too.
Love with me.
I'll Love with you.
We'll practice Love with eachother.
Love with Love.
Do with me before doing for me.
Love for you, Love with me.
You are worthy.
I am worthy.
I am Love, as you are too, Love.
Styles 2d
Baby, why you playin',
I know you feel the vibe?
Body language speaking my lingo
And your smile coincide
Saying things with your eyes
That type of silence never lies
Styles 2d
She loves my style, and she ain't even in denial
Said she Wanna make love, said she won't deny
Feeling her dress, baby I love your style
Love the way you moving, hope you stay a while
Kissin on her lips, got my eyes on the prize
We can leave now, but we gonna be a while
Love the way she dance, I know, it’s a vibe
She calling me daddy, but she aint no child
No cap, she inviting me to *** inside
Gonna keep it private, things could get wild
Now she feeling on me, she wanna ride the ride
We gonna make love like it’s back in style
Styles 2d
lost but not forgotten
moments of the past
funny how they last
pay them no mind

yet, funny how the still find
the time to bind
to your mind-
set you off course
until you get yourself back
until you find yourself behind

making and *** out of yourself

of course
stars cross
and
moons align
thankful for both
I am inclined

so its okay to get lost
just don't be hard to find
and you can always be late
just make sure it at the right time
Styles 6d
Lost without your love,
I am broken,
beyond all,
repair.
031224

Gusto ko nang magwala,
Gusto ko nang kumawala —
Hahanap ng pluma
At kakatha ng isang tula.

Isa na namang piyesa
Susulpot na parang bula,
Mawawala nang kusa
Lilisanin ang mga tugma.

Alay ko ang aking awit
Minsang mga bala’y mapanakit.
Isisigaw na may dawit
Ang sukli’y kaakit-akit.

Ilang libong mga salita,
Papalibutan ng mga katha.
Isang araw ng pagkukusa —
Isang obra ang maipipinta.
Kate Millar Mar 3
A sense of freedom
No thought circling around
An unfamiliar feeling
The pure rush of a fire that engulfs a wild forest with no limit.
VG E Bacungan Feb 19
Like marionettes,
dancing, swirling, jibing
moved by strings of their desires.
Their bodies set ablaze,
by the fiction of their hides.

Despairing to escape by any means,
keeping their mem'ries in the haze.
Aimlessly thrusting til' Tilda tires;
swinging, struggling, scathing,
like marionettes.

And when the zenith is reached,
comes a fleeting sense of victory.
Their point of contact comes to an end.
***** hollow, and soul still empty.
Like marionettes.
Written 25 November 2020.

Original Commentary: This poem was inspired by a theme set by a friend.
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