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 Nov 2014
Miki
If i look in your eyes
And flick you a smile
I can drive you crazy
For a little while

If i touch your arm
And lightly say your name
Youll manage to forget
That this is just a game

I can walk past you
Making you drool
Without even a word
Youll act like a tool

And maybe im cruel
But its just so **** easy
To collect disciples
By acting a little sleasy

I cant help that you follow
Wherever i lead
My little puppy dog
You do what i heed

And if you stray
Ill tug at your rope
Then ill push you away
Til you come back begging for hope

Maybe youll read this
And finally run away
Or maybe it will be me
Making you stay

Dont think im naive
I know what i do
I know how tightly
Ive a hold on you
 Nov 2014
wordvango
I just love her, though,
at times she bites my fingers
when I try to pet  her ( )
belly, I will say, here.

Striped and sassy with fur so soft
she purrs , once  in awhile,
most of the time she runs.

She is essence and description
of feline, look her up,
Indignant, fierce.

She is my kitten. My best friend .
 Nov 2014
Chris Weallans
I am undone and all my wanton ways are nothing
my wishes now but clay. I am the dry husk of a man
defeated by machinery.

Ah, but should the mercy of your redemptive tears
tattoo my face and moist forgiveness give me hope
would there be awakening.

The damp soil beneath your naked toes
fevers at your flesh to send you reeling
into deeper dark adventures.

Until the final breathless gasp
the voice of angels crying in your skin
Awakens my fertile humanity.

Leave those toys and that blessed car
we will wallow in the damp grass.
I  do not believe this to be troublesome but if you have concerns I will listen to your reasoning
 Nov 2014
Shaun Meehan
temptation
a curse to bear not cross
the cross an honourable burden
dark the devil's request
the colour of night stained blood
a victim to vacuum
pull so powerful, force undeniable
the simple to set in motion
gears of demise

subtle scent the call to long lash glance
bare shoulders pressed to leather
shoes to ruby lips identical
she sits legs crossed lounging
feminine figure beckoning
submission to sin

ankles calves thighs
inviting flesh pedestals
slender stems intertwined
lengthy lines imagination's guide
pierce reality from shimmering dress
moonlit night emulating
styled mane twilight
a finger to **** parted lips
mouth's allure my
will to fight undoing

her seductive exhale, my own heartbeat
all I hear, drowning
the quiet sounds surrounding
this dark place of drink, my soul befitting

chin's subtle lift exposing neck
the crevasse of her chest
her hips, my hands
a fantasy felt as longing
my mind to consider
bodies pressed breast to breast
knee between knees
thigh ablaze with
seductive heat

luring
that womanly soft unmistakable between us
through garment
communication's intention a display
conjured images of wonder
tips of my fingers begging
to seek covered truth

her palm my neck to articulate
lips caress ear
a mouth's promise invigorate
my hand in hers
stare over shoulder
by smile she leads me
feet following
praying, I search for my angel
to spare me this dance with the devil
 Nov 2014
Brycical
Sing songs of parsley vivacious ***** jazz.                                    

Dance that moon hoodoo rattlesnake tango.

Play ancient games like enter the mysterious iridescent doorway.

Smoke your poetry books.                    

Remember to forget your cell phone in the shower drain.

Cauterize your family pictures onto magazines and newspapers.          

Sail across the ghost waters of unforgiven memories.

Throw yourself into your heartstrings.                                                    

String yourself onto your nirvana sphere.            

Lick the soul.

Burn square enclosures.          

Paint with your mind's mouth instead of the hands.                      

Live and ******.
Passionate kisses, touching, arousing, pleasing,
Leaving a trail of sensations, covering
Every inch of my body, finally being
Adored by your mouth, watching you
Sweat and starting to writhe, the pleasure is
Even more than I thought possible, ever.

From moments like that, to moments like these,
Usually, I'm not that much of a tease, please...
Come on, get a little closer, wrap me up in you,
Kick off the **** covers, I really wanna move

Moments are to be savored, with a sweet ****** thrill,
E**ven after I'm devoured, I want so much more, still....
My First Acrostic :)
 Nov 2014
darling iridescence
lips that were shaped by cupids
saints could worship
and god did I worship
them--
from afar.
What can I do when
bible verses sound like
poetry on her tongue?
What else can I do when
her hips are my steeple
and I can't sully them
with sin?
The lines on her hands are
my koran
and I was so scared to ruin them with
my ***** palms that she was gone
before I could prostrate myself
before her,
in devotion.
oops
 Nov 2014
CommonStory
For you to notice me

If you only knew

I mainly want to talk, but my human side lets off.
Images of my rough hands around your soft waist to let our souls mix and seep when our eyes meet.

To sweet delight of soft serve with every curve I follow

I only want to talk

Exchange another note of human emotions and social interactions

See we lack the capacity to physically understand

And leading you off isn't in my objective
I just get stiff with kisses on your neck
I can almost feel your hands on my back
Your legs tighten around my thighs

Endorphins rush when your back  curves and your chest touches mine
Temperatures rise, I can see all the signs

I still want to talk
Your interests interest me
Lets take a walk
If we stand still I'll examine your body
My heart will go lively
With electronic  sparks
I only want to talk
But when you laugh I get this shiver
A cold quivering
That you wouldn't notice

In an instance we are on the grass with a breeze blowing your hair
And I'm grabbing your ***
I don't want to move too fast
You then reach for me
A heavenly breath runs across my neck
I almost turn wild
A stone to the ocean
Oh how opposites attract

I just want to talk
However clever I might be how has your day been
Lets get deeper mentally
I'll exchange ****** innuendos lets see if you notice

I'm just a man in not trying to be a pervert
Then you smile and it takes awhile to adjust

My imagination turns rough
I envision us at a picnic a diamond in the rough
Shoes off and your happy
So I am too
You make to first move

Now I am excited and don't know what to do
You look at me
The eye contact  from green to brown
We stare then our lips touch
Our eyes close to love the moment
As these can't be seen
Emotions run rampant
And I suckle on your teet

But I just want to talk
A late night inspiration

© Matthew Marvier Donald
 Nov 2014
JM
I'm growing weary
of finding ways
to make myself
come.
Because ten words poems are neat.
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