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Isabelle Feb 2018
read this when you come back
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*kiss me long
kiss me hard
kiss me the one that
will make the stars go down
kiss me soft
kiss me wild
kiss me the one that
will send ecstatic waves to the universe
kiss me sweet
kiss me lust
kiss me the one that
will make this adrenaline rush
im loving this game! thank you so much Star BG for taking time to appreciate me :))
Isabelle Feb 2018
another one for you
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kiss me quick
hurry, your kiss is the air
that i breath
kiss me quick
i’ll die if you don’t
kiss me quick
my lungs need to be filled
oh darling, kiss me quick
your kiss is my remedy
thank you so much, means a lot to me!
Isabelle Feb 2018
oh that sweet sweet sweet tooth
i love to satisfy that mouth
so i indulge myself in chocolates
now darling, taste the sweetness in my kiss
taste the sweetness in my mouth
Isabelle Jan 2018
c  a g  e d
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you see the barriers
and your dreams
behind it are a blur, vague
can’t seem to figure out
caged you are
but freedom is just a concept
look ahead, over the fence
the cage is your mind
break free, break free
jump into your dreams, jump
Isabelle Jan 2018
baby it’s winter
but you always make my heart
feels like it’s summer
the heat of your love..
  Jan 2018 Isabelle
Cyrus Gold
Lost in conversation at a party
with a friendly person
I ended up almost tardy
but the event was worth it

This woman older than myself
had lost her youngest son
He had a bout with depression
and used his father's gun

A teen that never listens
comes with the territory
Blamed herself for doing the same,
called it her "horror story"

A touch of blue hit her face
as she remembered his smile
Her hands continued to shake;
they had been for a while

It got me thinking quite a bit
of what we leave behind,
be they achievements or kin,
by them we are defined

We tell the world of our struggles
with words and demonstration
and teach the kids how to live,
preventing devastation

Our legacy will continue
past their life expectancy
and through the passage of time
raise their dependency

The stench of death is rotten,
but still our biggest fear to date
is living life to the fullest,
yet remaining forgotten

And not to mention
raising sons and daughters;
we do our very best to keep them
from the guns and slaughter

Living in the here and now,
ever considered a future
where your experience today
will tutor newer users?

So* leave your mark - *be it poetry, melodies,
artistry, pedigree, even guiding infancy or
serving in an infantry, believe in your legacy
You're remembered infinitely.
  Jan 2018 Isabelle
Cyrus Gold
I dream of* lovers
who fascinate me to no end,
veering the course of their affection
from something they understand exists,
to something they fear to understand

I dream of
hearts
yearning for their better halves,
as they seep deeper into the chasms
that engulf their intimacy within

I dream of
sinners
who wish to speak of sin;
rather the innocence of deviance
and its naiveté when it comes
to matters of the heart

I dream of
writers
who bleed from their pens
as they wholeheartedly express their emotions
and aspire to quell the heartache
that they endure every day

I dream of
innovators
who wish to present upon their peers
the next invention selected
to represent the advent of a better tomorrow

I dream of tears.
I dream of
tears....

Why? What sorcery forces one
to shed so many
that they leak past
the prisms of known consciousness
and into the peaceful slumber
that comforts aching minds?


I apologize.

Now you know of the dread, sorrow,
and sheer wonder that comes
when I dream of earthly elements
begging for peace.

I dream because I am a coward.
I apologize for
*dreaming.
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