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 Aug 2020
rk
i see you everywhere
i miss what we had
who we were,
so lost
yet we found eden
in each other.
your arms
became my sanctuary,
now i ache
for their familiar warmth
and your lips on mine.
yours is a void that never fills
nor do i want it to
self sabotage
in the sweetest way.
you are my church,
my holy ground.
- i will wait at your gates.
 Aug 2020
Travis Green
I think I’m falling in love with you,
with the smooth and sleek regions
of your impeccable flesh, with your
enchantingly starlight soul, your magically
lit swagger, your flexing framed dynasty,
how you roused my mind, how your
appealing sexiness entrapped me
in the depths of your amazing nature.
I yearned to be consumed by your masterful
beauty, feel your idyllic river flow through me,
embrace the elegantly made waves
as they take me deeper in your electrifying
desire, your symphony of magnificent dreams,
gravitationally reeled into the sound
of your bursting trumpets, rising seduction
in the darkened night where the stars rejoice
in the anticipation of our bodies crossing
a thousand bridges to meet in unity.
I wished to grasp your slim waist,
feel your skin sizzle mine, such passionate
heat intensifying, scalding me as I held
you tighter, so hypnotized by your blazing gaze,
your unspoken poetry revealing itself to me,
your crystal-clear messages uplifting me,
unfolding my thoughts, making everything
so uniform.  And I was covered in the shimmering
memories of your love that fell on my heart,  
the lustrous sparks exploding from within
like fireworks, entangled in your indescribable
melodies, so stupefied, sinking in the systematic
equations of your scintillating nation.
And I soared into the taste of your addictive
existence, the splendid curve of your lips
and hips, the lyrical lucidness of your
rhythmically shoulders and arms,
wanting to travel your ****** thighs,
legs, ankles, and feet with my fingertips,
drink your amplifying energy, experiencing
all the greatness in your kingdom.
 Aug 2020
Sanko
Like light through the eyes of a prism,
I saw the colours
Of a future that made dreams want to start dreaming
The fabrics of your essence, woven with care that transcends time
An ever present glow, brown eyes that makes Christmas chime

I needed you to stay, I needed you today
But I let you drift away
Broken chords from sweet, full of words but nothing to say
“I love you” never came home to you; It lived on the lips of a man named ricochet

Nerve ending pains as broken glass petals severs the nerves causing pain
My love where are you? My heart can never be the same
I gave a part never shared with any soul
Dance to my tune I beg, dance till we get old

On bended knees and hands, lost in the mist of another broken dream
I smiled and said I was fine, but I wish you heard my scream
I needed you today, I needed you to stay
Broken glass petals, my heart was never meant to see this day
 Aug 2020
South City Lady
You-

emit a soul i can barely feel 

standing along the precipice 

of touch and wondrous sensation

billowing through my blouse 

tickling my laughter 

aching inside this want

you-

form in the ripples
that pool 
inside my tears

the mist gathering 
within
each tender thought before
morning makes
light of
their melancholy

you-

gravitate in the creamy wisp 

of dreams my heart takes refuge in 

the lines streaked in fancy 

to suggest rather than convey

you-

reside in the wintry mix
of colors
cast as shimmering glitter
in the snow
the smell of distant embers 

trembling in my homesick memory

you-

dwell within the deepest caverns

of my hunger satiating this desire 

with morsels of stars and sprinklings

of moonlight filtered through
the leaves 
of conversation

you-

an enticement

a Luna moth in flight 

the dew on blades of grass

the sustenance of silvery clouds
You
You bh
 Aug 2020
K Balachandran
My eyes slyly asked yours for a breeze
But your lips quickly gifted a tornado.
Uprooted, with you  I flew across like a bird,
To an island where your sharpend  nails,
Etched murals on love going sweetly violent,
On every inch, making the pain pleasurable,
All over the canvas of my down turned body.
 Jul 2020
Ann Pedone
there are
times when
the world insists on
making meaning don’t
turn this
into an abstraction
my hand
down
here between your
legs covered
with moss (I can almost
feel your milky roots)
watch my fingers
as I touch you there is
electricity
can you
see it
watch me get on my
knees this is
the sky flowing out
of your hips can you
see it this is
what gives (milk)
to all of my
hungers don’t
stop
let me
make you flesh
into blossom let me
take you down
into me
like the rain
 Jul 2020
Rupert Pip
I am an outbound train,
a passenger absorbed in the
comforts of your mind.
Your seatbelt holds me prisoner,
I am shackled to your presence,
chained to your tones,
addicted to you.
Let us ride to
the very
last stop,
tied
to the
tracks,
tracks,
tracks.
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