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  Nov 2014 anonymous
Just Melz
First touch
First kiss,  bliss
I lick my lips
The tension releases
This feeling I feel
A sickness
This desire builds
All this touching
Still can't get my fill
Craving that look
Of passion in your eyes
Your disguise,
The satisfaction
Of friction,  sweat
Dripping between crevaces
Following the path
The moisture leaves a trail
To the bottom of the ocean
Explosion
Keep going
To the flame inside
It burns,  for you
Steady and hard
I feel this hunger
Quench my thirst
A slow and soft kiss,
First
Then it's just enough
The volcano erupts
Fall down,  bliss
It all started
With one sweet kiss
anonymous Nov 2014
and a boy
met a girl
with those
mysterious eyes
and tried to
get to know her
so he could get
into her
chained heart but
little did he know
that his
same words
made her lock
her heart
anonymous Nov 2014
dear happiness,
I think you
have long overdid
your vacation
please come back
so I can
smile again
sincerely sad
  Nov 2014 anonymous
Alex Granados
I swear
I could've drawn
Angles on your cheeks—
Tracing your freckles
With the tips of my fingers.

You'd laugh
And start to cry.
From the warmth
In our touch, I suppose.

You'd try
To brush my hand away.
But I know you're sensitive
To the spark in our love.

It's too late though
When I realize what I've sone.
Now only Angels fly away
From the demons on your face.
My hands are cursed.

I swear, I didn't know.
A&G
  Nov 2014 anonymous
Alyssa Tara
Love Him so,
     with such depth;
     they take root
     in the earth’s crust
     and make them tremble.

Make it so,
     that the devil, shaken,
     took to great
     measures
     seeking His touch.
  Nov 2014 anonymous
Alyssa Tara
I hope tomorrow day,
     you ***** all the words
     you whispered to me
     the night before
     and may your heart
     be filled with definite pain
     for all the things you never did.
  Nov 2014 anonymous
Madisen Kuhn
is it new york i love
or do i crave being
near you; crave the
one in a million
chance that if we
were in the same city
we would run into
each other on the
sidewalk while i’m
on my way to buy
flowers and you’re
smoking a cigarette
dressed in all black
and i’d smile at you
and you’d grab me by
the wrists and scold
me for being away
for so long and then
i’d let you kiss my face
as you interlock your
fingers with mine and
you’d never let me go
again, you would
take me with you
wherever you went
and i’d never look back.
april 2, 2014
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