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Jordon Jun 2011
Pop
Wish we could stop
Quit. End it. Over. Pop.

Read my lips-
With your lips
And I’ll bite-
Just a little.
Don’t worry-
Only a nibble.

It wouldn’t  hurt
Not much anyway-
Just a little flame
A tiny love spark
Altogether different-
From the way-
You
Scorch
My
Heart.

Here’s a thought-
And this pertains to you
I can’t continue-
To be second….
Not out of two.

You have this choice-
You can’t split your heart
I’m afraid of what I know
Afraid I’ll fall apart.
Jordon Apr 2011
Lovers wait.
In their perfect world
They would be
A loving mark on forever
They without She

Blue eyes met green
A smile toward her
A conversation in their hearts
Two lovers unsure

A sweet stolen embrace
A kiss on the cheek
Unspoken heartache
Want reaching its peak

Tender, Innocent words
Fingers laced strong
Wait for her,
One year too long

The need in their beings
But relationships in place
Sweet whispers of romance
Star crossed lovers face to face

The perfect gentlemen,
to that beautiful teen
Inside beats the rush of love
Longing souls, a conscience in between

Rid themselves of He and She
They only pass days
Until time reaches their goal
Because in her, his heart stays

When he dreams of her,
She braids flowers in her hair
Law has no meaning here
He will wake, to a world unfair

The pages of calendars fall
As he counts the days in his room
Although their day comes in winter,
Their awaited love will bloom

The fateful December day
She waits for her heart
He finds her stare
Today their time will start

He gathers her to him
Her face against his chest
Nervous lips finally meet
And their longing put to rest
Jordon Apr 2011
On the orange side of paradise
Walking through a poppy field
Searching for a tangible illusion
An Eden very well concealed

Violent marigold storms pass
Sun dripping gardens emerge
Finding such beauty actualized
Sitting among flowering spurge

Illuminated among little stars
The balmy ethereal nights
Dangerous oleanders dance
Under a faint sheen of lights

Larks perched on pear trees
Singing for the patient flowers
The most lurid lullaby
A placid scene all ours
Jordon Feb 2011
Breathe my name.
Lost in a word
Thriving on lust
Wrists pinned roughly
Sighs whispered softly


Pressing weight
Cloudy thoughts…
Bruised, bitten lips
Warm, flushed skin


Dangerous eyes
Uninhibited emotion
Tracing my back
Kissing my neck


Breathe my name
Lose your control

Feverishly sought
Deliciously deserved


Coy little girl,
Smiles my prize.
Jordon Feb 2011
Thinning orchid hair
Velvet bruised lips
moving, glassy eyed
an auctioned body.

Dancing on the wind
Today's terrible twilight
Idol eyes on the world...
lingering,looking.


Angel kissing tracks
falling is falling
spinning rooms
twirling on stilts
Jordon Feb 2011
Bath me in moonlight
While I swim in the stars
My fingers caress galaxies


Every beam kisses my skin
Tender winds play with my hair
Will you dance with my eyes?
As you sing to my soul

Sing to me,
My lunar lullaby
Soft words
My solar ballad


My ethereal angel
Show me,
My place in the sky
Jordon Feb 2011
I look young
I think you mean younger
To you I am older
Decided to take the chance?
Fought my conscience
Like, this is risky, but **** me anyway
I could see how bad you wanted more
Knew I could convince you                  

You know I can be very gentle
Needed to be possessed by you
Feel it, **** it and I will love it
You’re like a drug or something
Had to give into having you
And you’re delicious
You’re just as bad

I’m a freaky little chick
An insatiable ravenous ****...
Bad boy this morning….
Pretty naughty little girl


Love when you talk that way
You look up at me on your knees
Bend my limbs and love me deeply

I love to hear you beg
I love when you give in
I love when you follow orders
I’d do anything you asked
Four or five times a day

Amazing the way you please me
I make you want it
Can I sit on your lap?
You just enjoy turning me on
I’d tease your fingertips...
And making me sweat
Poor thing, embrace it
You get hot. I get hot.
I think you ****** me up
Didn’t mean to ******* up
Okay this is my version of a found poem but less contrite and unoriginal. These lines are lines from text messages between the guy I am completely in love with and myself. He lives about 5 states away from me, this is how we communicate. Also he's only about 5 years older than me, if anyone was concerned.
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