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Oct 2015 · 1.0k
Passion
Poetic Artiste Oct 2015
Pull me close,
Your grip on my hips,
A hand holding my face,
Slip your tongue into my mouth,
Pull me closer,
Run your hand back thru my hair,
Squeeze me,
Until your tongue makes me moist,
And I have no choice but to take you home,
I am ridden with lust,
I want to feel you,
The need swelling between your thighs,
I want to be exposed,
Penetrate me however you desire,
As long as you please me.
I am indebted to your stroke*.
Oct 2015 · 739
I Used to Hate it...
Poetic Artiste Oct 2015
When you would stare at me,
Eyes fixed onto mine,
When you'd gaze at my lips,
For endless amounts of time,
When you'd tell me I made you nervous,
And to stop licking my lips,
Because even that small feat,
Created urge for a kiss.

I remember them,
Passionate,
Addicting,
Enough to make me understand,
The best kisses come from,
The person you love.
Only with you, have I felt that.
I miss that.
Oct 2015 · 192
See me....
Poetic Artiste Oct 2015
I will not beg,
For your attention
Oct 2015 · 219
Moving On
Poetic Artiste Oct 2015
Breathe,
Release,
Accept,
Let go*

If only it were that simple.
Oct 2015 · 210
One
Poetic Artiste Oct 2015
One
With you,
A piece of me is missing,
I need to be whole.
Oct 2015 · 221
Want Me
Poetic Artiste Oct 2015
I'm
Going to
Make you
Want
Me
Oct 2015 · 908
Hopeless
Poetic Artiste Oct 2015
Awaiting the day,
I will be comfortably able to explain myself,
To show my weaknesses,
Without being accused of only making complaints,
Ruining days, moods, moments,
A time,
A person,
Where when I say how I am feeling,
They'll ask why?
They'll care and tell me to explain,
With you.
It will NEVER be this way.
I am tired of waiting.
I gave up hope on you.
On us.
Oct 2015 · 290
Imagine that...
Poetic Artiste Oct 2015
Awaiting the day,
I can freely express myself,
Insecurities and all,
Without being made to feel guilty,
For feeling that way.
When someone who are supposed to love or trust attacks you just for expressing yourself you get to the point where you stop, for good.
Oct 2015 · 223
Confessions
Poetic Artiste Oct 2015
Telling you,
I will never love you,
would be a verse too cruel.
But cruelty in honesty,
is but a bitter truth.
Oct 2015 · 248
To be...Loved?
Poetic Artiste Oct 2015
I want to be with someone who wants me,
as much as I want them.
Someone who professes their innermost desires...
Who tells me they miss the taste of my lips,
and that thoughts of my kisses,
made a day well spent.
Oct 2015 · 284
Torn
Poetic Artiste Oct 2015
With her,
Still thinking
about him.
Ever want to have or be with two people at the same time?
Oct 2015 · 342
Bitch
Poetic Artiste Oct 2015
You're a *****.
and  always will be a *****.
Oct 2015 · 326
Satisfaction
Poetic Artiste Oct 2015
Find
someone
who
*****
you
so
well
you
never
have
to
ask
for
­more.
Oct 2015 · 432
Unwanted
Poetic Artiste Oct 2015
I want to be wanted,
To be drowned in the affection of one,
I want to be pleased,
Sexually,

Mind blowing ***,
*** so good the mere thought makes me wet,
I want to be wanted,
Sexually.

I want to be craved,
To hear you screen my name,
And shiver when I touch you,
In your most sensitive place.

I want to please,
To taste every inch of your body,
Until you've collapsed,
With no energy for more.

I want to make you mine,
To tie you down,
And blindfold your eyes,
To let warmth and ice have its way.

I want to please.
I want to be pleased.
I want to be wanted,
sexually.
Oct 2015 · 387
Untitled
Poetic Artiste Oct 2015
Always
faithful
to
the
wrong
person.

When will I learn my lesson?
Oct 2015 · 696
Hidden Intentions
Poetic Artiste Oct 2015
I see the way you stare at him,
With fierceness in your eyes,
I see the way you blush,
With lips parting to smile,

I see the looks of guilt,
When eyes drift unto me,
I see the way you tremble,
When you know that I have seen.

I see the mannerisms,
The firm meets doused with wine,
I smell it on your breath,
I sense it within our time,

I see the way you stare at him,
With fierceness in your eyes,
I see the way you blush,
With lips parting to smile,

If only for a moment,
I’d been less naive to know,
He already has had you,
Your mind, body, your soul...

I see the way you stare at him,
With fierceness in your eyes,
The blushing never to cease...
Had you ever been mine?
Oct 2015 · 322
I Remember....
Poetic Artiste Oct 2015
When it was just a crush,
And you were out of reach,
When conversation was minimal,
And I still believed...
You were worth it.

When risks and chances are given,
To be unappreciated by broken woman,
And thoughts of true love are but a faraway dream,
You never believe will come true.

I remember the days I'd do anything for you,
I remember the days I'd wished no one had ever hurt you,
I remember the days I thought I could help you accept your past,
I remember the days I thought you would learn to forgive,
The lies, betrayals and cheating men.
I remember the days I wanted to be different -- to prove good still exists.

I remember the days I thought I loved you.
I remember the days I wanted you for life.
I remember the cards, surprises, gifts.
I remember the day we first kissed,
I remember the nervousness, blushing, --stress.
I remember the day we first cuddled in bed,
I remember the nights you kissed me on the cheek,
I remember the day I found out I was temporary,
I remember the fear, hurt, anger, --regret,
I remember feeling my heart confined by locks,
I remember I did not feel safe.
I remember the days I felt Unimportant,
But after the time spent breaking down walls I did not create,
I realize nothing I can do,
Can make someone listen,
To why I feel for them,
When they can't see truth.
Oct 2015 · 273
Whispers
Poetic Artiste Oct 2015
When the whispers
Become louder
Than the love,
The love becomes silent.
When you allow others to put thoughts into your head you leave more space for their thoughts and less space for your right to be happy. The less people in your business, the happier you will be. Women lie. Men lie. People lie. Who actually tells the truth?
Oct 2015 · 578
...
Poetic Artiste Oct 2015
...
Sometimes
Your
Everything
Still
Isn't
Enough.
Sep 2015 · 973
The Blind Side
Poetic Artiste Sep 2015
I
Let
My
Guard
Down
and
Gave
Her
The
World
Only
To
Find
Out
She'd­
Reached
For
A
Knife.
Sep 2015 · 486
Broken
Poetic Artiste Sep 2015
I wonder if....
I can ever,
Love anyone.
again.
Sep 2015 · 2.7k
I Hate Liars
Poetic Artiste Sep 2015
Your lips never looked so beautiful,
Until moments truths exited with a twist,
When corners smirked,
Smiles exited,
and your voice flowed free.
Every indication that I could believe you,
I hated how I craved honesty,
Until I understood,
I hate the way you lie,
But I could never hate you.
Sep 2015 · 329
Her Lips
Poetic Artiste Sep 2015
Her lips told stories,
and with each share of a kiss,
I was pulled within.
Jul 2015 · 387
Confessions Freed
Poetic Artiste Jul 2015
Would my love still be good enough,
If I confessed my sins,
And all the mistakes I've since committed,
Be let free into the open?
Jul 2015 · 508
Tearful Memories
Poetic Artiste Jul 2015
Time flew faster,
When we were together,
Sunsets were brighter,
Laughter was louder,
*** was mind blowing,
Conversations were endless.

Then the time came,
When those same conversations seemed stretched,
Laughter rare,
Sunsets were dim,
And the *** came to no longer exist.

Maybe, we were never meant to be together.
Jul 2015 · 2.4k
Inferno
Poetic Artiste Jul 2015
If flames could leak,
She’d be the blaze puncturing my core,
It was only with her that fiery passion poured down.

Heated moments led me to ponder,
How the sodden creation of our affair,
Was enough to put her flare out.

I knew she was perfect for me,
Our opposites attracted,
How do we tread cautiously against the steam?
When opposites attract.
Jun 2015 · 537
Prospective Loves
Poetic Artiste Jun 2015
I could have owned bookcases filled with sentiments of my love for you,
I’d have written journals, diaries and stories on the passage of our love,
Where we met,
The first place we’d left ridden with our pooling scent.
I knew from the first time our eyes connected,
I could strip bare and expose my flaws.
I knew the chemistry was mutual,
That our bond would brew and you’d realize our tie.
I’d learn that you were already broken,
That you believed you were mangled beyond repair,
I’d trust you could free yourself,
That you would soon forgive and understand.
You possessed too many damaged knots.
Years passed and you were still a black hole,
No letter, novel, or journal, could soothe over the darkness within you,
Now I am writing with a broken pencil,
Because you are no longer worth the lead I use.
I could have loved you endlessly,
I now understand,
That I can never love someone,
Who will not forgive the past.
Jun 2015 · 866
As The Anger Brews...
Poetic Artiste Jun 2015
My skin is steaming,
As the blood boils within me,
I feel the crimson rise to my cheeks.
I hear banging against the walls of my sternum,
—and pounding within my skull.
I’ve never experienced a heart beating this ferociously.
My breath has weakened,
As if I have a punctured lung,
The urge to scream —unbearable,
I am lightheaded,
My pulse races,
The rage intensifies,
I breathe deeply.
I accept the festering anger is hurting only me.
The crimson release flows from my cheeks,
They love to see us angered,
The best revenge is not to speak.
They enjoy making you angry, don't get them the satisfaction to see.
Jun 2015 · 543
Solo Guitar
Poetic Artiste Jun 2015
You are the beat,
Strumming places within me,
I never thought could make music.
Jun 2015 · 541
To My Favorite Poet
Poetic Artiste Jun 2015
I linger on your every word,
A faithful prisoner to your imagination.
Sailing to the beat of your expressions,
I feel myself carried across a sea of melodies.

Awaiting the chance to enter your manifest of stowed away words,
To watch them drift across the tip of your tongue,
As I glide the highs and lows of your quivering voice,
And find myself captive to your thoughts.

To sway with your mannerisms,
To cringe and buckle at the swelling of a tear,
When secret lines of heartbreak and love,
Breathe their first breath of air.

To dream and feel what you’ve seen and heard,
To experience the virtue pouring from inside,
When expressions expressed,
Are more than playful rhymes...

To extend keen ears while stanzas overflow—my goose bumps arise.
Your verse fills a void,—caressing places I never thought could feel alive.
Many pray to heal, you chose to write,
I once was trapped—*your poetry gives me life.
There are healing properties in words.
Jun 2015 · 517
This Walk...
Poetic Artiste Jun 2015
I used to walk on stage seeking to please others with my verses,
As if my two-cents would somehow—
Seep into the audience and change ulterior motives.
As though poems of true love, respect,
And confidence would touch you like it touches me.

Then I learned this walk,
Is more than hurling metaphors into the atmosphere,
and seeking fulfilling reactions.

This walk is more than wordplay,
Puns of foreplay,
—And kissing the microphone with my rhymes.

This walk is MY Freedom,
See, I know this walk,
I strut with this walk,
I speak, I feel, I see with this walk,
And when my destination is reached,
I make this stage MY home.

No approval needed,
This is the journey of a poet,—
If you can feel it, you can speak it!
Jun 2015 · 529
Shut Eyes
Poetic Artiste Jun 2015
I write with my eyes closed,
When feelings are no more than colors,
floating in the darkness of my imagination,
Where fingertips flow fluently across pages,
I can only imagine catch the fallen words,
I write with my eyes closed,
and with an open mind.
Freedom is for my own hands to find.
There are times you believe you are ok. You fool yourself enough the world believes and when you are in the closure of your own being and leave expression solely on feeling free, then and only then will it show you are a little unsteady.
May 2015 · 1.2k
Yes She Was
Poetic Artiste May 2015
She was poetry,
The way her curves aligned,
Bouncing out the walls of a perfect physique,
I could write verses of her.

She was music,
Her voice would rhyme it's own articulate songs,
Roaming the airways--
Her voice traveled down halls,
Lined With famous portraits,
She was the "Mona Lisa"
--of poetry.

She was the sun,
The moon,
The sky,
She was life,
AND she was temptation,
The chill down my spine,
When foreplay leads with ice,
When water melts and maneuvers itself in hot places I never thought,
Felt good cold.

She was poetry,
She was music,
She was Life,
She was temptation,
AND she was beauty,
Most importantly she was everything she wanted to be and more.
Apr 2015 · 919
Eternal Love
Poetic Artiste Apr 2015
I tasted heaven on her lips.
How can love so pure,
Be piercing sin?
If the shadows of hell,
Are where I shall be outcast alive,
I'll go so willingly.
Behind scarlet flames,
The beauty of our love survives.
Love who you want to love <3
Apr 2015 · 1.0k
Heaven Sent
Poetic Artiste Apr 2015
Her lips are a taste of heaven,
Since our first encounter,
I knew there'd be a place for me in hell.
What they believe are sins are the most enjoyed.
Mar 2015 · 960
Bitter Reflections
Poetic Artiste Mar 2015
Mirrors,
You never notice their magnitude,
Until each glimpse of reflection disgusts you,
Depresses you even,
When you are miserable enough,
To question significance of breathing,
Or why being born to this earth,
Has left you to feel deprived,
When your consciousness tells,
What you believe are lies.

You are a beautiful person,
Be aware of hidden gems.


Yet, compliments of being physically appealing are avoided like molten tempers,
Promises of the sweetest nothings,
You know to not take to heart,
After all,
You know what it is that they really want.
When people find you attractive and you feel otherwise it makes you question the truth within their minds....
Mar 2015 · 1.3k
Honey
Poetic Artiste Mar 2015
She said I'm Honey,
A sweet blessing to her tongue.
Would you like a taste?
Mar 2015 · 452
A Poem for You
Poetic Artiste Mar 2015
I thought I’d write a poem for you,
But what would I say?
That you brighten my life,
And give me better days?
Or that my life is incomplete without you,
When in actuality I felt complete before you,
But now that I have you, I feel whole.
I could write line after line,
Pouring out my muse,
But wouldn't that mean
I’d be pouring out you?
When in thought does each reflection of you not surface?
Where the beauty in your passion,
The ferocity in your person,
The tenderness of your touch,
The scent of your love,
Is all I have ever wanted for us?
If I wrote a poem for you,
It would be everlasting,
Because you, my love, are my ending—
As well as my beginning.
Mar 2015 · 600
Unattended Wounds
Poetic Artiste Mar 2015
You told me I could pour my all out to you,
I trusted you,
Even when I saw you, yourself—are punctured.
How can I pour all my secrets into a damaged jar?
Mar 2015 · 1.0k
When I Love...
Poetic Artiste Mar 2015
I love endlessly,
I am yours as much as you are mine.
Your happiness is my happiness,
Your pain, as well, is mine.
One word with a Million Meanings...
Mar 2015 · 3.5k
Black Rose
Poetic Artiste Mar 2015
Is my appearance uneasy?
Does my darkness expose—darkened spirits,
And a vessel in need of mending?
Have my scarlet relatives,
Evoked only the most cherished desires?
—blinding you from my deaths.
When I whither,
I turn from crimson reds,
To the blackest of blacks,
I was not meant to live forever.
Mar 2015 · 938
Peace
Poetic Artiste Mar 2015
It
is
more
than
quiet
nights
and
sun
filled
musical
mornings.
Mar 2015 · 1.1k
Hello Pretty
Poetic Artiste Mar 2015
By your appearance
you seem to be sweet,
But Beautiful Faces
are known to
have personalities
twice as ugly.
Just as one is to not judge a book by it's cover...
Mar 2015 · 1.2k
The Private Journal
Poetic Artiste Mar 2015
I thought there'd be a journal,
One we'd keep to ourselves,
To express how we felt,
and not show anyone else.

At least then we could talk,
And issues would be kept private,
Or maybe for you to understand,
The things I hold most silent.

At least I could speak to the pages,
And hope one day they'd respond,
Or maybe my writing and tear streaked lines,
with penned anger dents, and ink smeared stains of all my faults,
...Would let you see I mean no harm.
I don't know what is fixable anymore...
Mar 2015 · 864
I Do Not Hate You
Poetic Artiste Mar 2015
I hate how negative you are.
I hate that you do not understand me.
I hate that you believe negative rather than any positive in me.
I hate that this feels forced.
I hate that speaking to you is like a tongue fighting a knife,
--your words always did cut much deeper than mine.
I hate that you do not listen.
I hate that I have little connection with you.
I hate that you make me miss them.
I used to have faith in this but that faith has now been drained.
Mar 2015 · 339
Endless Love
Poetic Artiste Mar 2015
If I were
to love you
endlessly
would my love
be returned?
Mar 2015 · 1.5k
Writer's Block
Poetic Artiste Mar 2015
I wonder if my thoughts are blocked from over thinking.
Maybe my urge to write is scarcely needed,
If I stopped writing would anyone notice?
Shall I jot my thoughts in a journal safely hiding my moments?
Self expression through words means no expression at all,
When the words no longer flow and keen fingertips lock.
Mar 2015 · 5.5k
Endless Stars
Poetic Artiste Mar 2015
Maybe the stars are more than they appear,
Maybe each star could be a count of the years,
--Or lives,
Maybe a star will one day be mines.
Mar 2015 · 1.6k
Forgetting You
Poetic Artiste Mar 2015
When you love
someone that dies,
does the love die too?

If it did,
maybe it would
be easier to
forget you.
Mar 2015 · 994
Too Many Tears
Poetic Artiste Mar 2015
I thought
I shed
More tears
In my last
relationship,
Maybe not.
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