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The tantalizing delights
that your body possesses
hold me in a visegrip of longing.
The contours of your flesh
are the vast oceans of surrender
surrounding the perfect prison island
of our love.
The sheer vastness of my yearning
overpowers my senses
until I wander insensible
in search of you.
Through walls of fire I walk unscathed,
such is the pure irresistible power you wield,
like twin blades of passion,
you cut me down with your beauty.
Unimaginable merriment radiates
from every single cell of your wonderful body.
Each touch you grant me
fills me overflowing
with righteous roistering intensity.
To be beside you for eternity
is my primary life's ambition.
In the tips of your fingers,
in the plush yielding of your lips,
in the moist vault of revelry
concealed between your hips,
I have finally found
Paradise.
Max Goering June 2012
I could spend an eternity
enjoying your loveliness
from the neck up alone.
The gentle contours of your collar bone
I would graze ever so lightly with my lips.
With kisses I would climb
to the throbbing artery in your throat,
I could ****
an entire day
with my hands
and my mouth
on your neck.
But then I would neglect myself
the singular pleasure,
of your wondrous lips,
the image of which I carry with me
in the gallery of my mind,
amongst the memorialized pleasures that have been bestowed upon my eyes.
But my love for your lips, pales in comparison to the single minded adoration
your luminescent eyes command.
Ever since I have seen,
those eyes have played over me
strumming the chords of my passion
with wanton abandon.
I could spend a joyous lifetime
staring into those eyes,
but the rest of your perfect head
would be neglected,
and I couldn't live with the thought
of your ears not being kissed,
the lobe gently ****** upon
soft kisses distributed
on the tip of your nose,
both perfect eyebrows,
from crown to chin.
Then after spending some more time
on the slender column of your neck
our lips would once again unite
our eyes would lock.
As I feasted on the luscious delicacy
that is you
from the neck up.
Max Goering June 2012
have you ever even
considered
the
perfection
of the human
skull?

he said to me,
pacing the room
and punctuating each
sentence with his
arms

how many millions
of lives it must of taken
to form the perfect
curve that slopes back
so that rain water
falls easily off
and yet
the well-trained
can balance ten books
for over ten minutes?

have you ever even
thought about
how much
that simple *****
changes from the time
you are born?

he stared at me,
frenzied anger burning
in his eyes

(I was as unsure why
and as he was, I’m sure)

how can you sit there
and call yourself smart
when you have never ever
considered such simple
matters?

intelligence is wasted
on the ambitious

he spat out

they never stop to consider
just how much we’ve already
accomplished
549

That I did always love
I bring thee Proof
That till I loved
I never lived—Enough—

That I shall love alway—
I argue thee
That love is life—
And life hath Immortality—

This—dost thou doubt—Sweet—
Then have I
Nothing to show
But Calvary—

— The End —