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 Jan 2016 Almas Quasim
Bunhead17
Can I borrow your love?
I promise i'll give it right back.*
You see, *I love you,

and even though others
don't think your perfect...
I do.
I love you for all that you are,
all that you have been,
and all that you're yet to be.
I love everything about you
and I will always be there
for you.
....... **It's us against the world
and no one can stop us... except us.
(Can I Borrow a Kiss part 2) <3
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 Jan 2016 Almas Quasim
Bunhead17
As a addict with a pen,
who's addicted to the wind...
The waves mean nothing to me.*
But know this i'm addicted to you
I have tasted your mind
and I cannot forget its flavor.
The first time I kissed you,
I was hooked.
Addicted to you.
I could never love anyone
the way I loved you.
You are my sugar rush,
my ******* bliss,
my illegal high,
my perfect kiss.
I will wait for you,
because I don't want anyone else.
Title inspired by Twenty-One Pilots  @falenacon.blogspot.com
Some think it makes them grown.
Oh, how they so wrong?
Some they it makes them look cool..
Wise words of a fool.

The profanity generation.

Where the ***** words said even in simple conversation?

The profanity generation.


On they get offended when advising them some places words not required.

Back in the days of old school parenting.
You bet not let a slip get hurdle from your lips.

On jobs.
Within a group of associates.
Someone, somewhere gonna utter it.
Than proclaim that's just apart of them.
POEM 101
Devouring You In Poetry**

I awake to tangerine,
red licorice skies
staring at me with
chocolate covered caramel eyes,
creating apple spiced flavored,
cotton candied words
that kaleidoscope
off my tongue,
down my chin
moving my finger tips
to drip
gooey marshmallow
and smiling butterscotch words
across your lavender scented,
sleeping rhythmically
cherry cream *******.
~~~
With desirous morning sighs
your blueberry lips,
and open arms
invite me in;
into your humid jungle folds
to bathe in your gorges
and waterfalls,
unleashing my coppery nouns,
my amethyst adjectives
into your liquid opal synonyms,
devouring me in your rich tones
of ****** poetry.
~~~
With our metaphors
deliciously spent,
and a golden sun
rising toward the moon,
you nestle even closer
and whisper
in alive, wild poppy hues,
“tonight, my love, fill me with haiku,
as I come to you in sonnets.

Aztec Warrior 12.11.15
it's Friday....
enjoy the music:  Madonna, "Fever"  from her ''Erotica" albumn
https://youtu.be/oiVtWtVAEYI
Do come for me
when the night swallows me whole
bring sunlight in your words
come rescue me

Do come for me
when life has failed me so
and
I am standing on a bridge
come talk to me

when fate knocks at my door
a day before I go
please cover me  from harm
don't let her take me

Do come for me
and bring sunlight
and bring hope
break my chains
and warm my blood to save me

Don't cry for me
if all attempts to save my soul
have fallen short of hope
if my  mind has become mold
release me
let me go, do free me

Your courage
has ******* fate
you honor life, never death
in silence and with grace

without striking a cord
you do it not for praise
now hear me

if I break
before you get here
do  pray for me
To that modest hero who would give his life for others and then writes it off ever so modestly as doing his job.
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