nivey - Hello Poetry

You and I can we feel The morning mist hand in hand Can we traverse the silent speak That we never had I’ll sprawl my lips on your neck Bite the hints Of perfume after taste Muddled with your skin See your pores erupt The trickling down of the mythic mead From your rivers, deep within Delve in the night of your groin All the churning Wonder where it’s coming from With my magic fingers trace your breast Ask them what they are yearning for. Spinning in the spirals of ecstasy In the deep mystical realm of transcendence Feel the fingers slowing sliding slithery in my sensuous curves Coronating me in the kingdom of pleasure Senses blur , spinning and spinning in the widening gyre of desire Reaching the crescendo of bliss Tasting my bodyscape and detonating the fuses lurking all over Phallus stroking, fondling, searching in the depths of my cave for the shrine Nuzzling and rubbing the fuses again... and again...again... and again rapidly, with urgency, with haste, seeping in and out of the precious mount in a bull's exigency Exploding in the zenith of rapture. Ahhhhh....

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Jun 28, 2015

Jun 28, 2015 at 4:12 AM UTC

nivey

You and I

You and I can we feel The morning mist hand in hand Can we traverse the silent speak That we never had I’ll sprawl my lips on your neck Bite the hints Of perfume after taste Muddled with your skin See your pores erupt The trickling down of the mythic mead From your rivers, deep within Delve in the night of your groin All the churning Wonder where it’s coming from With my magic fingers trace your breast Ask them what they are yearning for. Spinning in the spirals of ecstasy In the deep mystical realm of transcendence Feel the fingers slowing sliding slithery in my sensuous curves Coronating me in the kingdom of pleasure Senses blur , spinning and spinning in the widening gyre of desire Reaching the crescendo of bliss Tasting my bodyscape and detonating the fuses lurking all over Phallus stroking, fondling, searching in the depths of my cave for the shrine Nuzzling and rubbing the fuses again... and again...again... and again rapidly, with urgency, with haste, seeping in and out of the precious mount in a bull's exigency Exploding in the zenith of rapture. Ahhhhh....

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You are walking all alone There is one you want Haunted by visions, deluded by voices Stung by vengeance, anger, illusions Many serpents crawl up offering the forbidden apples Which tastes sweeter. All bonds broken - open the floodgates gushing Emotions run deep ..deep into the dark abyss of the mind Into the dark world of nocturnal meet the hungry eyes glowing in the dark hastened pulses, the pregnant breath of lust Passions and Pulses run high Pushing the realms of the carnal pleasure Flesh overpowers all the senses Youth subdues consciousnesses submitting to the moment ****** into the vacuum of deception **** your soul out of your soul Blood out of your blood Breath out of your breath Light out of light All you get is emptied darkness Leaving you in the midst of a deafening silence - of an ocean of darkness. O! the eternal night.

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Jun 28, 2015

Jun 28, 2015 at 4:05 AM UTC

nivey

Sweet Inferno

You are walking all alone There is one you want Haunted by visions, deluded by voices Stung by vengeance, anger, illusions Many serpents crawl up offering the forbidden apples Which tastes sweeter. All bonds broken - open the floodgates gushing Emotions run deep ..deep into the dark abyss of the mind Into the dark world of nocturnal meet the hungry eyes glowing in the dark hastened pulses, the pregnant breath of lust Passions and Pulses run high Pushing the realms of the carnal pleasure Flesh overpowers all the senses Youth subdues consciousnesses submitting to the moment ****** into the vacuum of deception **** your soul out of your soul Blood out of your blood Breath out of your breath Light out of light All you get is emptied darkness Leaving you in the midst of a deafening silence - of an ocean of darkness. O! the eternal night.

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Born into this carnival of rust Fancying for your touch Fancying for your love All I see around is dancing to the rhythms of lust Blown away by the winds of infernal heat Colors bleed in the rain of angst Desiring for your touch Desiring for your love Emptiness fills the vacuum created by life When life was swept away by the waves of gust. In the chaos, eying the gates of carnival of rust. Drenched in the muddy slush of pain Thirsting for your touch Thirsting for your love Caught up in the maze of a cruel game At the end of which stands the gate. Walls of vast abysmal expanse of mind, closing in Encumbered by the dust of fears vision blinded by the smog of illusions ears assaulted by jarring sounds of confusion Craving for your touch Craving for your love Don’t turn away.

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Jun 28, 2015

Jun 28, 2015 at 3:42 AM UTC

nivey

The Carnival of Rust

Born into this carnival of rust Fancying for your touch Fancying for your love All I see around is dancing to the rhythms of lust Blown away by the winds of infernal heat Colors bleed in the rain of angst Desiring for your touch Desiring for your love Emptiness fills the vacuum created by life When life was swept away by the waves of gust. In the chaos, eying the gates of carnival of rust. Drenched in the muddy slush of pain Thirsting for your touch Thirsting for your love Caught up in the maze of a cruel game At the end of which stands the gate. Walls of vast abysmal expanse of mind, closing in Encumbered by the dust of fears vision blinded by the smog of illusions ears assaulted by jarring sounds of confusion Craving for your touch Craving for your love Don’t turn away.

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