what to do when your body starts to tingle?
take a cold shower.
turn on the fan.
drink some water.
turn off the R&B;
blow out the scented
look around and it will all start to make sense...
" what to do when my body starts to tingle?"
place a pillow between your burning thighs and remember that you are single!
I feel it tingle
from my heart to my shoulder
Of the man I was once.
With my heart so full hope and love.
So big it could fit the world in it.
I feel it tingle
Now its going through my biceps
And I'm on my phone looking at old pictures.
And how it fills me with sadness
Of what we could have been.
Oh how much I hate this tingle
As it starts to burn thought my forearm.
As tears start to swell in my eyes when I see her online and how well you moved on.
How my heart have shrunk that I feel it starting to collapse in on itself.
Make it stop oh please make the tingle stop.
As it hits my palm and the back of my hand.
As I look to my side and see another random girl I use to fill the void that surrounds my heart.
A temporary solution and nothing more.
It was meaning less sex and she's a sweet girl but I haven't moved. How can I.
Finally it reaches my fingers and how the tingles gathers at the tip ready to explode outwards.
Ready to free me from this curse.
The girl moves and it snaps me out but it's too late as I'm already lost again and the tingle returns to it's nest in my heart.
When I was young and single,
all the pretty girls made my penis tingle.
But now that I'm hoary and married,
feeling quite sorry and harried,
all my brass balls can manage is jingle.
My jaw is frozen
Ice and fire creep up my numb face
Circling my eye with gentle hands
Tingling across my stiff lips
They call it 'filling,' but when I touch it
It feels invisible, empty
Unreceptive or responsive
Numb like dead feet
What a curious feeling
That numb is
is to have a faraway land, full to the brim of blue sky bliss,
Is to have a chain reaction of tingling nerves, the taste of sweet champagne,
Brings happiness to every corner of your heart, to soar sky high with not a care in the world.
I like to believe that ugly hands
can create beautiful things
that they can paint oceans wide and deep
that they can scribble words that make the soul weep.
I like to think that ugly hands,
with darkened knuckles and twisted bones
can make someone want to hold them
and trace patterns, and leave tingling jolts.
The splinter pain
it just sat there, tingling
as if, unconcerned
small and below deck
like fibreglass invisible
I could not do a thing
until I removed the sensation
of a sting from its new home
stray words stick deeper
to the bone. I struggled for a week
a walk in the woods solved
the sensation the tingling
replaced by tingling.
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, 26 days ago
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