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Of you,
I speak of
softest petals, always kissing
flowers, full bloom
wet drops, your reddened lips
pour darkest cherry wine
all the day, watercoloring
my skies
i met your lips with mine
feeling our hearts beating against each others' chests
as my brain evaporated into the fog
and my coffee stained lips molded against yours
writing unspoken stories of intimacy
no one but you would ever have the pleasure of hearing

we held each other like two puzzle pieces
cut out for each other and brought together
like cigarettes to the flames of lighters and matches
and our love became the nicotine laced smoke
far less toxic yet just as addictive
and just as breathtaking

content
my happiness like an ember in a fireplace
slowly burning in my core
only unlike an ember
it won't eventually burn out
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jan. 27, 2014
♡ ☥ ☽ ☯ ☾ ☥ ♡
i don't know why i still love you
you've put me through hell and back
all i know is that
i can't stop thinking about you

you make me smile
you make me cry
you make me laugh
you make me wish that i'd never even met you

sometimes i wish that i could go back in time
to stop myself from falling in love with you
but then i realize that this is not possible
because one way or another
i would have fallen for you
Open books of cryptic mysteries
I re-read each stanza twice
Deep meanings begin to surface
Emotional chemistry entice

I am but a skeleton key
Struggling to comprehend
I jimmy the locks of Pradip poems
My simplistic mind ascends

Sally soft warm place
Reflect upon our souls
Rained-On Parade a night
Of pain I've never known

Weeping Willows guide
Her spirituality shines
Nap's words freely flow
Creep up from behind

Noose upon my darkness
Depoet mind that bends
Srj1000 my colleague
Chafer celtic hymns

The mysteries grow deeper
So many poets on my list
You take me to a special place
A little red heart I can't resist...
I would like to mention everyone but there's too many
Inevitably Raised by Duck , Whisker's Rhyme, Amy, Maria, r, D.Rose,
K.Rose quinfinn, P.Orchid, Alice, MJS, Fox, Sydney, Liam, Timothy, Author, Gabriel This list has no end....

P.S. And my nephew BORROWED, who borrowed some of my poems.
You can wait for life.
However,
I guarantee you that you will find no trace of it.
It will leave you behind in an instant.
Life waits for no beat-
Whether it be faint or piercing

so I advice you to stop watching sand fall and unleash the you that I have so vividly admired since the first unspoken second you stole my eyes from me.

You are passion and fire-
Stewing in suppressed beauty

It's about time you shower this world in your words

(C)  Tiffanie Noel Doro
You want to show me
some real love,
then please,
lover of the poetic-art,
**** on my words,
keep a tight grip
on my concepts,
don't fight me,
move with my flow,
*******
with more theory,
swallow all of my stories,
don't miss a drop
& return for more.

I want you reader,
I want you really bad,
I want you to know,
it means a lot to me
you see,
your reading-actions
make me fiery-hot,
I write harder,
harder & harder.
I taste bile in my windpipe
& wipe away my tears,
crying,
'cause
I was your fall guy,
got ****** by
your pretty smile.
I want to lie down next to you,
whisper warm-words
to you with the brilliant stars
& get as humanly-close to you
as I possibly can.

I want to melt with you,
get deep inside your mind,
create spasms,
feel your body tempo,
taste us on your sweet lips,
lick my cobwebs from
your hardened-tips.

I want to experience
the heavenly-inferno with you,
burn burn burn,
travel the contours
of your slick body,
savor every square
centimeter of you,
run my fingers
through your hair
sprawled all around
& under us.

It’s pretty simple,
I want to stop time with you,
float on magic-air with you,
make pure love to you
like none other,
that's all
I want to do.
There's nothing like it
so early
on a cold winter's morn,
born in fields so far away
& brewed perfectly,
just the right temperature,
a release of blended spices,
invigorating,
so soothing
it goes down nicely,
warming the inner spirit.

I even licked the drops
that rolled
slowly down the sides
of my empty warm cup
wondering about you,
what you like,
your own cup of tea.
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