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astroaquanaut Aug 2017
innocent touch and exchange of breaths
my romantic thirst and your lustful yearnings
in a place where we could only trace our forms
left with nothing but to erotically fancy

monstrosity unleashed
and i am gripping your thigh
you are plotting kisses
but nothing to signify

bite my lip, there’s more to show
went too deep yet gone shallow
astroaquanaut Apr 2017
embracing a forgotten dream
a touch that has transcended eternities
with all disquiets and elapsed relationships
will you be the last stop of my wavering?

but forgive me, honey
i can only love you from afar
without your consent
without you knowing
astroaquanaut Oct 2016
signs are twinges of reality
that have subjective meaning
inexplicable but wanted
answers could be displeasing
but must be willingly taken

responses given by the stars
which we ask and even wait for

however, it is still our choice,
whether to wholly accept
or dismiss signs
as random happenings
astroaquanaut Oct 2016
moments of seamless kilohertz,
i could not distinguish
depolarize, over-romanticize
this painless sensation of shock
hence i ask between
static radio frequencies
*don’t you want me, baby?
astroaquanaut Aug 2016
the moment you reach the point
wherein a play is no longer a spectacle
oxymoron is glorified and inner mayhem develops
blinded by flickering lamppost lights
drunk dancing at the empty streets was the aftermath
i’m winning you and losing this game at the same time
the countdown starts
can i be yours in
five
four
three
two

*one
astroaquanaut Apr 2016
every flip obscures the history of glances
even the spine has a peculiar trace
frayed pages, dog-eared corners
smudged,  stained
ruined, disfigured
no wonder
it’s the interesting book
you recently found at the restricted section
that felt the touch of my fingertips long ago
astroaquanaut Mar 2016
She aggressively pulls my hair for a one last sensual kiss and sheepishly grins as she lies flat on my bed. Panting and fully naked, we both savored the clammy atmosphere in my room caused by our body fluids mixed. “Well…” She takes a cigarette from the bedside table and lights it. “What?” I replied covering my body with bed sheets as if she hasn’t seen anything. The whole room is only lit by a tiny lampshade anyway. She takes a one big huff and relishes the great amount of nicotine in her lips. She exhales. “Nothing.” She chuckles and slowly removes the bed sheets covering my body. She leaves her cigar lit on the ashtray then moves and turns her body towards me. I sat up.
“Hey?”
“What?” My senses slowly coming back.
“Cuddle?” She gives me that irresistible sad puppy dog eyes again.
“What are we doing?”
“Well, as far as I could see, I’m lying while you’re there… Let me think.” She puts her index finger on her lips and acts like she’s deeply thinking. A quirk I have always loved. “…Sitting and wanting to leave?”
“Funny,” I said flatly.
“Come on.” She holds my hand and gently intertwines her fingers with mine.
I sluggishly lied down and tried not to look at her. I fixed my eyes to the ceiling. She moves a lot closer to me and envelopes me with a hug.
“I love you.”
“You know you don’t,” I opposed.
She teases my ******* and draws circles on my ******* with her fingers, trying to arouse me but my exhausted body refuses to be.
“Stop.”  I said.
“Plead.”
“I’m not kidding.”
She kisses my chin. She slowly puts kisses on my face like plotting a pattern towards my lips. She stops. I glared at her then I took a bite of her lower lip. She gives in. Our tongues did motions I could never fathom, mine explored hers as if it has a life of its own. I hastily recoiled.
“Hey!!”  She exclaims and obviously wanting more.
“You want me so bad, don’t you?” I chuckled.
“Well, yeah. You sound ****.”
She heaved, bent over, and quickly sat on my stomach locking my movements. She starts nipping my cheeks.
“How can you be so cute and so **** at the same time?”
“I don’t know?”  I placed my hands on her hips.
“Ready for another round?” She teased.
“No. Not really. Let’s stay like this. I like the view, anyway.”
She holds up her *****. *“Ah, you like these.”
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