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 Nov 2017 Mystic904
Seema
It seems I have known you for long
Cause everytime I here this song
You seem to appear next to my soul

Yet I don't know you well
But seems you have cast down a spell
I can close my eyes and tell

This night always sways in silence
My lips won't utter, it also follows the night
This silence, now giving me a fright

What flows in my heart, glows in my eyes
Even the birds rhythms, when I watch the skies
This is love or just my illusions of lies

In this so called love, I have chosen to walk
Leaving behind the chats and talk
Yet my mind ceases and starts to mock

Each beat wakens a dream
Each dream takes me down a beautiful stream
Then I wake drowning in my own scream

How unreal dreams get
You meet someone, whom you never met
With theses thoughts, that play as in a set

A fantasy painted into a dream world
Every emotion and feelings gets called
But when I see in reality, my heart is all walled...

©sim
 Nov 2017 Mystic904
Seema
You are not my King
I am not your Queen
Your hands are covered in sin
Yet you vowed to win

Put me in a dungeon
Or lock me up in a tower
My heart shall not melt
Useless would be your power

Dare not force me to abide
You may be brave
But I am not walking by your side
I desperately yell for my grave...

©sim
 Nov 2017 Mystic904
Seema
You happen to fear no one
Look what happened now
You had a licensed gun
To death you now bow

A deceased material
A so called psychopath
So much of you unreal
Yet no one measured your depth

Surely you got unnoticed
And took your own life
Dear friend, you will be missed
But your news is a rife

I hope your soul rests in peace
As your appreciation to people was less
Do behave wherever you are, please
And not create a forbidden mess

On your casket, here I place a rose
And pray solace to your soul today
I do grief on your loss as we were close
Sadly, in a very short time you went away...

©sim
Fictional write.
 Nov 2017 Mystic904
Cné
he once said to me...

                 “I would blow warm
                         moist breath through
                                          your toes...
                           I would do all the
                  wonderful things
                to your big toes
                  that you do to me.
                      And most certainly
                         all the tension would  
                             drain onto me...
                               I would draw
                                every last drop
                               from your toes
                          with little messages
                         along the way of my
                      charted course
                         to come up
                      your inner channels.
        Resting in the sensitive eddies  
      behind your knees
  we both breathe fire
    wafting up and down
                         your thighs.”


.... like drips of seduction off his tongue.

And he lingered on, saying...

                   “Flaming lips wafting
             together with desire,
       reaching and pulling
          with firey licks.
       As I slide
   my wet tongue
    on up and hover,
           breathing
                     you in
                           deeply...
                           through my nostrils
                         filling my *** senses.
                       Drunk on your fumes,
                I'm consumed.
           Circling the tip
       of my nose
   around
your hard,
   pearly knot
       feeling the heat
             from your butterfly wings
            my parted lips surounding
          and easing the warmth
     of my soul onto you
with wet hot breath.
   And I ease the length
          of my tongue to rest
      completely over
    your fire breathing wings ,
               warm capable and ready..
                   leaving you in suspense.
                      Sliding ever so slightly
                           and slowly up your      
                              slick silky lips,
                     tightening the tip
                   of my tongue -
                      flick flick
                             flick flick...
             And I look deeply
           into your eyes,
                  into depths
                    you've never known.
                       And then I'll take you
                        all in, with a suction
                           you'll never escape
                             or ever want to.
      Never breaking eye contact
my tongue slides from bottom
        and presses, emphasis
         at the top slowly
        over and over
            settling you in.
                We fall into
                   a oneness
                        and find  
                        our groove.”


And I said...

“I wish I wasn't
still irritated with you
so I could fully
enjoy your seduction.”


It’s my 100th poem and thought I’d do something different. Be kind! XD
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