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 Aug 2017 Nadia DeLevea
Traveler
Raw passion so intense it intoxicates
Captured in a moment of no escape
Two lovers erupt in heated naked bliss
One spark from her eyes and the fuse is lit

Brush of skin and an electric charge ignites
******* *****, chill bumps take flight
The scent of pheromone impairs the senses
The fulfillment of desires, the unspoken consensus

Take in deep, that driving heat
Perspiration flows, dampened sheets
Saturated in lust and no regrets
Life is awesome I must confess...
Traveler Tim
HP Nov 2014
Written in 2006
 Aug 2017 Nadia DeLevea
Maahv Z
Wind cries
Feeling whirls
Owing to life's constant playing
Tell me of good
Speak me in your beauty
Forget all cruel
Hold cheers in your dancing matters

-2014
 Aug 2017 Nadia DeLevea
Dayona D
Love is not torture, it
Is just pain.
Love will not lose, nor
Will it gain.
Love will not speak, but
It isn't silent.
Love is not peace, nor
Is it violent.
Love is right, but
Also so wrong.
Love is everything , or
Nothing at all.
Two embers,
One flame.
Together we burn away.
Walking is wisdom
People go out
Abandoning their
Comfort unstitched
Each step is
pulling the yoke
It is sunrise
What drives them out
And keep them running
Pushing each rock
That hinders their way
I am sure it is an invisible
Spirit that breathes inside
A special gift
Of God to them
Not for women
A message for those
Shouting for equality
Yesterday the rain
Hit hard like strip on the fur
And the man,
with his umbrella
Like a broken sieve,
Staggering fast
Due to his twisted leg
Crossed the road
Where ditches were the rungs
I made a good comeback
Though in the morning
My mind had been
The kettle on the fire
And like him crossed
The subway to reach my point
Coming back is the best harvest
After sowing seeds of going out
And Walking is their water to grow
Pushing
When ink kisses paper
Leaving his marks on her
Staining her Immaculate white
Corrupting her innocent purity
With unspoken words and lines,
Punctuated with figurative styles,
Embedded with phonetic rhymes
Of divine charismatic beauty;
Sweet poetic lyrics are born...*


© Raphael Uzor
Trust is like the sun.
It's warm and beautiful.
But once it's broken.
It becomes as dark and cold as the night.

It is not something that you can say has been given.
But rather something that grows in your heart.
Like the blossom of a flower.

But you cannot love without grief.
You break a vase, you can glue it back together.
But it won't ever look or feel the same.
 Aug 2017 Nadia DeLevea
caroline
it's been awhile since i felt
freedom
and oh my
how it *feels so good
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