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From your lips, down your neck
The taste of your skin,
Eclipsed by your soft skin
Dragging my lips down
As your scent, fills my lungs

The tip of my tongue
A teasing thing, searching
Your shoulder, holding your arm
Running fingers, tracing it's curves
To your finger tips, lips lightly
On the tips of every finger
The touch of your nails

And back, along the inside of your arm
Hands run along your body
Feeling your smallest movements
And bring you closer to me
With your every move

You lean back inviting
Aroused, your slight hands pull me
To your lithe body, wasp waisted
Lips to your *******
Flicking, quickening your breath
Exploring your mounds
As you press me, guiding me

Down
Your belly button
A delicious appetizer
A tease, for us, a practice
Undoing the button with my tongue

Tight folds, drip a nectar
It's smell drifting, even as your hips
Bring me close, you're ready
And your nails, dig in to my skull
Fingers spread wide, push me
Push you up, pressing you high
Against the glass, I devour you

The lights are off and we are high
Above the ground floor
You perform for an audience
A city of eyes on us, unknowing
Except to us, you press me closer

And, on my knees before you
I worship, you twist, turning heads
Mine and yours, me to you
Your eyes out, seeing the world
Heavy breath fogs the window
And wrapping your leg around
Me, to you holding me closer

I bring you up
Your sheen, slides you up
Standing, I make love to you
******, as your thighs squeeze
Throwing your arms out

Fingers splayed against the glass
You heave against me
My hands hold your body
Pressed hard against the glass
You lose yourself, for me
The morning comes
and the alarm sounds,
alerting me that its
time to get up
and begin our
morning routine.

First day
of the new
school year.

I watch as
my sons get
dressed,
eat breakfast,
and ready for
their first day.

Nerves are rumbling
in little stomachs,
but, there is also
a sense of excitement
at the thought of
seeing old friends.

This day reminds me
of renewal,
and the beginning,
ending, a new beginning
of stories and chapters
already lived,
and stories yet to be
played out
on life’s
proverbial stage.

They are my heros,
my little ones,
in more ways
than one.

I only pray
their first day
is better than
mine used to be,
growing up.

They are not
as awkward or shy
or broken,
full of attacks of
nerves and anxiety,

almost to the point
of crippling,
or doubling over
with stomach pains,
all from the stress...

of the first
day of school.


-by Mercurychyld
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In the end
the lone survivor
comes to learn,
a bit too late,
what is his, and their
and our
ultimate fate.

He learns that he,
and all fallen
comrades
were merely
chess pieces
on God’s
well worn
playing board.

Some pieces are
made of
wood,
some are made of
iron,
others still,
made of
stone,

but, they all fall
in the end.

One will drown,
one will fall off
a cliff,
and break his
neck,
and yet another
will get ripped apart
and eaten
by a pack of
rabid wolves,

but they all fall
in the end.

And only God decides,
who, what, where
and why.


- by Mercurychyld
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Inspired by a movie about a group of men trying to survive a plane crash, in a snowed region.
A kiss from your lips
Can make bitter taste sweet.
The feeling of your touch
Can bring feeling back to lost feet.

Dark days are irrelevant
In this apocalyptic place.
I feel nothing but happiness,
When I see your beautiful face.

But those sunny days
Don't seem to last.
Nothing but storms
Seem to be my forecast.

Because I see you with him,
And it produces pain.
I'm outside with no umbrella
And it's starting to rain.
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Balanced well, weighs naught
Outstretched, sexually tense
Taunt, fingered for release
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