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  Jan 2017 Alice
Tafuta Atarashī
Dearest love,
Tell me in my ear,
In the tone of voice,
That only I am privy to hear
.
How does it feel,
With me inside,
Your heart and mind,
And your body tight
.
Could it be more real,
When together we lie,
Sweaty skin and fiery eyes,
In embrace til morning rise
.
My passion unconcealed
My desires brought into the light
And sated with you, each passing night,
In the bliss of your piquant delight
.
Tell me love,
In your pleasured outcries,
And soft moans,
In your sweet sighs,
And your hushed tones
.
With every breath,
Every touch of soul and skin
And every spark between our minds,
Tell me dearest one,
How it feels to be mine.
Accidentally deleted a few times. Enjoy!
  Jan 2017 Alice
Damian Murphy
You will always be my little girl
Though now a woman in your own right,
And as you step out into the world
I pray to God you will be alright.
Though in cotton wool I would wrap you
To keep you from all harm if I could,
I understand that if I were to
That I would do you more harm than good.
Over the past few years you have grown
Into a wonderful young lady;
The strength of character you have shown
Tells me I have no need to worry.
So go girl! Do what you have to do,
There's a great big world waiting for you!
But remember, whatever you do,
That I shall always be here for you.
Love Dad x
Inspired by my two wonderful daughters <3 <3
  Jan 2017 Alice
Earl Jane


I'll plant a kiss in your lips,
So that a smile will grow in it,
Then its roots will reach into your heart and soul,
And that love will be its fruit.


© Earl Jane
♥ E.J.C.S.
For Brandon ❤❤



***. Lol. I didn't realize this became the daily poem ON MY BIRTHDAY. Hahaha.. Lots stuff are happening today and I am really happy. Thank you everyone
  Jan 2017 Alice
autumn eyes
Time keeps ticking in my head
As I think of all the beasts
hidden beneath my bed

The tight space in my skull
makes me feel claustrophobic.
Out of breath,
to rethink every thought is aerobic

Wasting minutes as I reacquaint
with every regret  
Wishing I could breath and finally forget


But here I am,  listening
to that clock in my head
that keeps ticking
  Jan 2017 Alice
Michael Marchese
Winter's razor seashore kisses
Permeate my skin and bone
Slicing deeper than abysses
Sharpened on rock bottom stone

Now dead men's tales and widows lull
My vessel towards the blue it lacks
She reached inside my beating hull
And shipwrecked me to fill the cracks

With distant memory city lights
A dreadnought captain's ghostly fleet
Of anchors made of empty nights
I drag along this lonely street
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