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Joseph Perales Feb 2011
no matter how often you fornicate
or all the positions that you create
he'll never be able to assimilate
the way that I used to stimulate

no matter the manuals he reads
he never plows when he sows his seeds
he'll never complete those ***** deeds
that your body so desperately needs

no matter all the skills you process
he'll always fail to impress
every time you two try to undress
it will be my name that you profess
Joseph Perales Jan 2011
You've always blamed me
and I've took it on most occasions
I've taken blame for our down fall
in it's many and vast variations

I've made you say all the things
that you've hated about me
uncensored and unabashed
as harsh as they maybe be

you've said you've hated me
and that's all you've felt as of late
you've called me a slew of names
but I want you to know what I hate

so you can call me an *******
call me a *******, a *****
but still, I feel the same
just as I did the day before

and that's what I hate most,
not you or the things you've said
but after all this, I still love you
and can't get you out of my head
Joseph Perales Jan 2011
I feel the summer on my skin
as I laze about in lush grass
my closed eyes colored pink
I lay and feel the the clouds pass

I open my eyes to see a silhouette
the sun masking her face from view
yet I could tell she was familiar
someone that I already knew

moreover some one I loved
quite deeply and quite whole
I could feel her smiling eyes
I could hear her shining soul

she leaned herself toward me
using my arm for a bit of brace
her soft hand upon my skin
was enough to cause my heart to race

she leans herself  in closer
still in her angelic eclipse
electricity rushed inside me
I feel my pulse inside my lips

our lips meet in slow suspension
in that moment love is concentrated
this feeling rushes to flood my heart,
our lips softly separate, I'm elated.
This poem was based on this "the summer on my skin, as I sit on the soft grass, a figure approaches from the sun light. I can't see who she is, but I know I love her. She grabs my forearm to steady herself as she leans in for a kiss. I feel all the blood, and electricity, run into my lips, then flood back into my heart, I'm elated " A little rant of romanticism I made while talking to a friend. I almost posted it as a free form poem rather than this. I don't know which one I like more.
Joseph Perales Jan 2011
Watching homemade ******
from a girl I used to date
for whom I've lost affection
now all I feel is hate

I know it's not my place
I don't have the right
to wonder where she is
or where she spent her night

I hope he's treating her well
better then I could mange
I hope he compliments her
and won't take advantage

it's not that I'm jealous,
well, truth be told, that's a lie
but it's more I want to protect her
make sure she's with stand up guy

so maybe I don't hate her
perhaps it's quite the opposite
but we still have one thing in common
we're both tired of my ****
Joseph Perales Jan 2011
I want to bite
the buttons off your blouse
like an earthquake
I'm shaking up your house

I'm here to make you move
I'm here to make you tremble
to watch your moral fiber
strand by strand disassemble

I'll be your regret
I’ll be your desire
I'll make you forget
I'll make you perspire

I'll make you weak in the knees
for weeks at time
I'll ****** you ever so slowly
rhyme after rhyme
Joseph Perales Jan 2011
Your eyes anchor me to the earth
when they’re staring mine
the waters might be getting rough
but with you here I feel fine

I’ll be your sail, if you are my wind
you make a sailor, forget he has sinned
if you’re my north star, I am your sky
we can go far, a pair like you and I

your love is the lone reason
I still believe in such a thing
you are my reason for being
my reason to sing

I’ll be your sail, if you are my wind
you make a sailor, forget he has sinned
if you’re my north star, I am your sky
we can go far, a pair like you and I

your heart is precious treasure
your mind a world of riches
I swear to you that one day
I will make you my missus

I’ll be your sail, if you are my wind
you make a sailor, forget he has sinned
if you’re my north star, I am your sky
we can go far, a pair like you and I
Joseph Perales Jan 2011
I can’t see a cat
without thinking of you
the way they curl into my lap
just like you used to do

I would scratch your docile head
until my arms were sore
I’d lift them up and away
just to hear you meow for more

you’d nudge at my torso
with wide asking eyes
I’d return to scratching
your head resting on my thighs

You’d roll over on you back
your head leading the motion
presenting your soft stomach
hoping that I got the notion

I’d scratch your stomach
as you'd smile and purr
faster and faster still
till my hand began to blur

but now these are memories
long gone and past
though the moment is gone
with each cat the idea is recast

but my kitten is gone now
she has gone and run away
never could she be replaced
by some traveling stray
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