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M Manese Apr 2018
You are fire
                           getting close means
                           getting burned
                           I'd douse myself in
                                  just so
you surround me
wrote this back in 2016, maybe even older.
M Manese Apr 2018
loving you is
like                 that moment
                        Icarus flew too close
the sun
another twitter musing. @michellemmanese
M Manese Apr 2018
We could make leaves jealous of the way we are f
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                                                               ­                        g.
Twitter musings, please follow me at @michellemmanese
M Manese Apr 2018
you called the sunshine in me
a little too bright
as if to say
I needed to dim my own rays
just to share your sky

you wanted the heat
the fire
you wanted the warmth
when the empty side of your bed
surpasses a coldness
that not even your heart has yet

you cannot have both

you cannot have the heat
the fire
the warmth
while not accepting the burn

you cannot have
only when it’s convenient

you do not deserve
for I know
there are other places plagued
by perpetual nights

will appreciate all of my
M Manese Feb 2016
-----------------------The air that
                               surrounds us
                               the temperature
                               s p i k e d
         our                                              scorched
       ­  skin forgot                                                   how it was to be
                               that moment
                               we touched
         that moment
we                           touched
               ­                                                                that moment our skin both
         it only knew
         that it was
         meant to
         be shared
Read it as you would read anything, but read it per column, too (besides the last one)
M Manese Feb 2016
Your taste runs like kerosene in my veins,
Our kisses, heated, sending my insides aflame;
    I spontaneously combust, lover.
Skin to skin, your mouth is concentrated sin
You make lose my morals, the lust is building;
    Blinding, my pupils burn;
Yours darken with something primal, tensions thickening;
The anticipation's sinking
   right into my gut, I feel your touch
   calloused fingertips dancing up my thighs, teasing.

Your body glistening
   with sweat, trailing down south
   I follow the track hungrily with my mouth
   but it doesn't seem enough.
Our hearts beat fast like the ticking
    of a timebomb nearing detonation;
    We're going to detonate, my love.
We're going to burst in fancy colors like fireworks gone haywire,
    the bed is our sky.
We're going to get lost among the sheets,
    like sailing across familiar seas.
The moonlight, dangerously bright
    they seem to shine from your eyes
    but they darken with something like clouds on a stormy night.

And I'm not sure if there really is a God
    but tonight I kept calling his name
    yours interspersed in between
    heavy breathing, our pants sounding
    like broken notes of some orchestrated masterpiece
    and the crescendo's nearing.
Our pulse following the rising melody
I am mesmerized, out of control
I am lost amidst the euphoria
    right now
    with you

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