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 Jul 9
like a song,
     my fingers scored
     I touched your keynotes
     by pressing your buttons
     your moans were music
     to my ears;
 Jul 6
I want you to put me on your tongue and let me dissolve into you like the tiny white squares that turn those glossy hazel marbles into black holes and intense stares. I want you to kiss me and see negative colored rulers in the corner of your vision and I want you to have trouble making a decision between kissing me and observing me while I'm sitting on your chest and I want you to laugh like you did with your cherry colored lip curled over your childish grin over and over and over again and I want you to forget the conversation topic every time you close your eyes because the world inside of your mind is filled with blinking images that you can't quite explain aloud so you settle for little talks about Rosa Parks and Indian style kisses and how the ocean is the Earth's thing or the complexity of butterfly brains and whether or not they remember their caterpillar memories (they do). Describe to me the first time you saw your favorite color and what developed the affinity for it: yours, a glacier blue toy that resembled the ocean and mine, a lavender Easter dress that twirled when I spun. Tell me about your school crushes when you were four and what you got your clothespin moved to the sad face for and I'll write it all in ink on my knee caps because "God, we're such writers" and you'll check the clock in the gaps and search for tunes or lighters and I'll want time to slow down because the nights spent with you usually seem as though minutes are just a few seconds shy of sixty, which turns the little hand pretty quickly.
I want hours, weeks, decades, to analyze the freckles on your face or the pace at which you move your tongue and precisely how it tastes.
I want you to tell me that your brother would like me and about the mountains in Tennessee and maybe next time I'll try to stay awake, unless you want to listen to the way I breathe so fully when I dream.

When I close my eyes, I want to be able to see what you see.
I want you to keep burying the numb parts of you into the warm parts of me.
 Jun 22
You do know you've touched me and melted through my skin,
my veins, my bones, my everything, my nothing.
I can feel your hands on my shoulders, on my cheeks,
brushing a curl behind my ear.

I feel it and it's warm, it's familiar. It's euphoric. Like I've orgasmed. Better than an ******. An honest-to-you experience.

You knew everything that happened, you saw everything.
You unbuttoned my shirt, undid my bra, unzipped my jeans,
wriggled off my underwear.
Your tender kisses everywhere on my body;
your tenderness raining everywhere ontop of me.
I held you, I held you. I loved you. I love you.

We were splendid, it was dark and dim. A white unbuttoned shirt;
you are already shirtless, with a black band around those frail wrist
of yours. It's the same white sheets I've always seen.

It's you I've always seen. I've found you.

My smile is wide. I've remembered you like the Queen and King. I've remembered these inches of you, I've remembered being you and you being me.
You are mine, I am yours.
This cloud has been lifted off my shoulders -- you lifted it, didn't you?
You soft, cheeky man. You know what you've been doing, you knew what you were doing when you sent it.

You knew, you've always known. I knew, I've always known.
You: I remember you. I feel your lips with my head pressed against the wall. I see your lips while my head is pressed against the wall.

Such a soft neck you have, a pretty neck. Light neck.
Yeah, that's it. She's gone -- I've forgiven her, and you, and me. And we.

It's over. I can go up. With you, with him, with me. With all of us. Life.

You did. You did. You were. You are. I love you.
 Jun 14
She had never been touched.
I want to be her first.
To crawl under her sheets 
To kiss her skin- 
and open my eyes on hers.
 Jun 13
Locked in your fiery eyes i submit
naked, **** exposed to be exploited
by Your will i lay before you awaiting....
to begin Our intimacy
wanton to please

Breathing in the anticipation
i am frozen by Your hesitation
for i crave                    
Your touch,
              Your lips,
                               Your embrace
in every rise of my *******
breathing deep
my thoughts creep
and time slows

In Your soul, i wish to peek...

Behind the lurking darkness in Your eyes
Is it love or lust hidden in disguise

i acquiesce
my forbidden fruit i wish to bare
the entrance to my sacred chambers
ripe with carnal desire
may it be Your pleasure

To imprint Your sting
forever seared
upon my redden flesh
so that it lingers in tenderness
long after Our journey

Your caress against my flesh
in piercing pleasure resonates
up the curvature of my spine
releasing infinite electric butterflies
i cannot hide

You plunge deep below the surface
infusing Our bodies as One
rhythmically in motion
edging each crest before plunging
deeper into the next
into the depths of brazen hunger

i want to surrender
though my growl cannot be hidden
‘neath the rumble of my heighten instinct
to soar in expletive exclamation
my animal within

my pounded thighs spread wider
below pulsating muscles
beating louder, harder, deeper
my cavity contracts
howling in blazed heat

i scream
through my glare
into Your eyes
of consent again, release me
in the allowance of your’s

Allow me to feel you
as you fill me
emotions untethered
in Your mind
Your body and spirit

The rapture of Your release
i capture
in my mind
my body and soul
anchored to my memory
Our journey

In gaping breath
We fall ...

Entangled in blissful euphoria
Your shivering body envelopes mine
a sweet embrace
a tender kiss
long as it been since I’ve felt such passion
i admit...
A collaboration
with multi sumus
each posting our own.
Thank you multi sumus for the pleasure of including me into your writing world.
 Jun 12
to love yourself is an art
so i let other men sketch
their fantasies
along my hips
to prove that i am too...
                                                          ­ a masterpiece.
in a pretty wooden frame
that hangs
by my throat
gagging on the idea of...
romanticizing the naked heart
 Jun 12
you will be poetry wrapped in skin.
they will melt under your faded gaze.
the spaces between your lungs will be explored.
they will fall in love with the darkness behind your lips.
they will live in the familiarity of your movements.
i will have stripped you of everything that made you the same.
you will be nothing like the person before, for now you are art.
you are simply the words penned onto your bones.
you are a masterpiece in human form.
you made me write, and i made you beautiful.
when we are done, you are perfect.
you are poetry wrapped in skin when i am done.
when i am finished, you will be one of two things.
you will be broken, or you will be beauty.
i cannot let you be both.
 Jun 11
I'm never going to strip for you. I'm not going to stand in front of you and slowly take off all my clothes, while you watch. I'm not a slow person. I will push you down, and kiss you so hard you won't be able to breathe, so you push me away and strip me of my clothes yourself. you'll tear them off like its the one thing you need to do to survive, and I'll tear yours off, my mouth never leaving yours. we'll be a tangled mess of limbs and sweat covered clothes, kissing every part of each other, tasting one another as if we're each other's need for survival. I'm never going to strip for you, because I am in need of fast. I am in need of want. I am in need of you.
i’m just posting old poems i’ve found
 Jun 7
E. E. Cummings
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body.  i like what it does,
i like its hows.  i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new
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