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Lisa Rickman Feb 2010
touch the tips of frosted branches
my salt and heat melts the crystals
one of me, one of nature
the two liquids pool in my palm
let it go
my palm dries
the liquids sink into the ground
it's like nothing happened
so the cycle continues
and that's my comfort
Lisa Rickman Feb 2010
aflush with nerves

brush against me

little death

flash of heat

unsteady beats

kiss me?



so consuming
waves washing
heavy breathing
clouded mind
pulsing heat
fingers brushing
nerves tingling
panic rising
kiss me?
Lisa Rickman Feb 2010
hot breath on my neck
spin
warm lips on collarbones
haze
teeth graze skin
gasp
lips on lips

lose your mind
Lisa Rickman Feb 2010
constant daydreams of ravishments are torturing my hopes and wishes
hunger and need growing to all consuming heights
lush pain spreading through my body through my veins
farther along with every heartbeat
i want to feel you all over me
take over me until there is nothing left of myself
completely,
utterly,
purely,
lost in the heat and fire of entwining bodies
my *** obsessed poetry is nothing compared to the reality beyond my fingertips
passion obsession is driving me through pains both icy hot
like bursts of winter wind
to the extremes of my daydreams and nightdreams
livid with flesh burning heat and desires til i'm suffering
total suffocation from your passion inhalation
craving for little deaths to take me by storm
Lisa Rickman Feb 2010
You make me feel like I'm on fire with the slightest touch or brush against my skin.
Your passion makes me tremble and shake.

What is this electricity?

No, electricity is not right...

What is this inferno?
Lisa Rickman Feb 2010
Get a grip baby
You little cookie monster
Hounding on the family
Crying in the mirror
Get a grip baby
Make something real
Grab what’s out of reach
Pass what’s there to grab
Get a grip baby
Music ain’t your thing
Give up on that song
Get in the car and move
Get a grip baby
Life is just a drag
You take a real long hit
Go ahead and go for it
Get a grip baby
The black is slipping through your veins
Its driving you insane
Take a cool drink
Get a grip baby
Moving along real slow
You have nowhere to go
Stagnant in the road
Get a grip baby
Your torpid life is dull
Thought you had it all
Was it worth the fall
Can you get a grip baby
Lisa Rickman Feb 2010
I love to feel your
amorous kissing of
My heart and madness.

Quiescent ink words;
your divine incandescence;
Hushed faithful whispers.

I could hear a song
reverberating from him
& through my body;

Tingle down my spine
into my lungs, melody;
Harmonies breeze through

Free feelings of wind,
fingers entwining soft strands;
Inimitable.
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