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 Mar 2014 Kaweqamon
Poetry by MAN
A Beauty you are out and within
I have an insatiable desire to write poetry on your skin
Your body my canvas feel my gentle brush
Writing ******* with my ****** touch
Cinnamon lips I love your tone
Soft and silky to the bone
Finding words..be my guide
As we connect I come inside
Filling each other..there's no strain
Steady my thoughts I must maintain
Watching my penmanship using a steady stroke
I start hallucinating from my mental smoke
Sends me into a frenzied flow
I'll find my pace..go on a roll
My words soak in as you taste
My emotions invade your inner space
Down from your toes..Up to your eyes
Writing Haikus between your thighs
Poetry on your body every inch
You start writhing from my Scorpion pinch
Sinfully venomous my words forever sink
Into your skin my poetic tattoo ink
As you lay naked I visually feast
Every line of your body a masterpiece..
M.A.N 3-7-14 One of my favorites I really enjoyed writing this poem..^_*  ♏
You gave
me your
number on
a napkin
in a
coffee shop

I didn't
think i'd
text you

but you
tripped on
your way
out so

maybe I will
 Mar 2014 Kaweqamon
stillleagal
What if angels had tails, and demons had halos?
What if ponds were deep, and oceans were shallow?
What if the sky was green, and the ocean was blue?
What if i was in love with you?
 Mar 2014 Kaweqamon
Alexis Cook
I'm begging for intimacy.
I'm pining for attraction.
I long for affection.
And around every corner,
I find myself yearning.

I yearn for anything
to replicate the very same feeling I get
when I feel the summer sun on my face,
the warm breeze brushing my hair off my neck,
the soft wetness of a particularly lush patch of grass beneath my toes.

The feeling I get  
the one that bubbles up
and spreads warmth
throughout my core...
the one that draws the corners of my lips
involuntarily upward.
The kind of smile that's like daisies popping up on formerly
barren ground
in defiance of the harsh winter they've endured.

I'm chasing the refreshing parts of reality.
Searching for things most genuine...
the real diamonds that lie in plain sight.
A warm embrace of a soul that truly connects with yours.
The little victories that pass unnoticed by the turn of the earth...
the ones that I manage to catch just out the corner of my eye.
The freshness of something borne of the sole miracle of nature.

Things that I can only witness.
Things beyond my power to create.

Organic
Uncontrollable
Serendipitous
Simple
 Mar 2014 Kaweqamon
Nik Bland
Dip the moon in gold
Oh my darling
Remember the night as it should be
Let the stars accent each thing that unfolds
Let me tuck you in away from the cold

Dip the moon in gold
Keep it pristine
Let me see you grow beyond me
Remember the nights when I hold you dear
Deep the moon gold as you lie here
 Mar 2014 Kaweqamon
i
laughing at nothing
specific,
you said you could
swim the pacific.

i didn't believe you,
of course
and that's when you
headed for the doors.

i laughed harder,
at your blunt escape.
but you thought
that this was a date.

i gave you a
disapproving look,
and you stared at me
until your hands with
mine hooked.

you kissed me out
of the blue,
and you smiled against
my lips because you knew
it was true.

and i realized that
with a couple of drinks,
you can do a lot of
brave things.
not in my nature,
 Mar 2014 Kaweqamon
Sam Clemens
You
With your moonbeam beauty
Me
Waiting to love you
 Mar 2014 Kaweqamon
jvb
silence
 Mar 2014 Kaweqamon
jvb
What does silence feel like?
Silence feels like waiting at a train station at 3:00am.

What does silence look like?
Silence looks like seeing your dad walk out the door again.

What does silence taste like?
Silence tastes like cold leftovers from the night before.

But worst of all
Silence is seeing someone you love, with someone else.
Found this poem in my journal that I wrote a few months ago
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