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 May 2017 ManoelO
Styles
Pet
 May 2017 ManoelO
Styles
Pet
I want to pet
the pet
under your wet
mesh underwear
touch you there
until you soaked down there
two finger, a pair
*******, disappear
arching your back
as I pin you there
and hold you down
you *** again
like karma coming around
this time its and happy end
 May 2017 ManoelO
Styles
Fantasy
 May 2017 ManoelO
Styles
Since I felt your flame
the way you burnt my hand
its never felt the same
if you only knew who I am
if only you could understand
Normally, I cross my heart
you would love every second, al'carte
piece by piece, I'd tear you apart
late at night lay wide awake
thinking about how good we taste
daydreaming about all the faces
we make each other make
me deep inside of you
like the deep breathes I'd make you take
making your body shake
like a flame stuck in a fire
loving every inch of your everything
it's such a sattire
getting lost in your eyes
making love until they tire
if you only knew my plans
your lips would seal our fates
getting lost in a world my mind creates
 May 2017 ManoelO
Styles
Touched
 May 2017 ManoelO
Styles

To tease you
is to touch you
Like a whisper
is to tongue

To bite you
is to taste you
Like pleasure
is to flesh

To feel you
is to please you
Like desire
is to ***

To want you
is to need you
Like no other
is to none
 May 2017 ManoelO
Styles
Gone
 May 2017 ManoelO
Styles
In our youth
Our hearts as abundant as the oceans
Openly our love flowed like rivers
Until our worlds came crashing down voilently dropping
waterfalls unexpectedly
expecting an eternity
ended in a moment
contempt we are left
Empty
Are
We
 May 2017 ManoelO
Styles
Devour
 May 2017 ManoelO
Styles
Delicious,
fill me with your flavor
let your sweetness
take residence in my mouth
treat your essence
like a fragrance
and wear you out
make you my delicacy
and bare your fruits
delicately until our pleasures amount
releasing your pure juices
like a faucet they
spew out
ink spilled
over papers or parchments
by the devoted disciples,
to govern for the unseen holy authority
never imagined that their devotion,
would be so misunderstood
that the rivers would be full of blood,
crusade would be full of cries of children
and a symbol or a petty face
would conjure fears
in generations to come

when a smile can't guide to us love
but a scripture can guide us,
to hate that is when you know
that the world is doomed not due to lack of love
but due to ignorance of it.
I crave for power,
more than the glittery gold
or stack of cash bundles
It's kind of megalomaniacal but sane

because when they come for me,
barehanded and blood thirsty
only my gut and the healed bruises
will serve me truly
entwined scents
and a divine grace
a sombre gaze across the room
that sent all hearts to race

days passed and so did nights,
nothing was so vehement ever
than those beautiful eyes.

I have been a dreamer
since that day then,
to conjure an eternity in a moment
maybe it was her only sin.
If your words
have the spark
to burn away
the rudimentary thoughts
and aflame the irrational nights
for even a single reader

then it was worth
to spend years
to become a pyromancer
of words that lights
the lives
Make me see
*just how eternal love can be
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