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Nicole M Grubbs Jan 2013
I need you to be my morning, afternoon & evening reality
Just like my early rise coffee
I need to start my days with you
I need you that necessarily & sweetened slightly
Licking my lips of your cream
Take you down willfully with five more shots of you in between
Come afternoon, I’ll sip on you during lunch
Sting the tip of my tongue
Your steam which adds to my fiend
Dark & pleasurely
Because you don’t forget a burn like that easily
No matter how good it feels to squirm & scream
And you are just like I dreamed
When in the evening I’m finally downing my last gulp of you
I hold you in tightly to ready you for tomorrow morning’s brew
Nicole M Grubbs Dec 2012
You left the city for a week and this is where I found you. In the petals of my mouth. You pollinate my tongue with your sweetness and my nectar over flows only for you. Help me grow. Even though I know, you must fly back home. The Sun is not enough.
Nicole M Grubbs Oct 2012
I will love the city that loves you that loves the city that loves you that I love
Nicole M Grubbs Oct 2012
you are my sky, a mirror to i look into you.
Nicole M Grubbs Sep 2012
I saw your soul on stage that night.
It swam in the sound waves
& whispered,
“Come closer.”
So I did.
I saw your soul again in my room that night.
It slid off your tongue
& whispered,
“Come closer.”
So I did.
Nicole M Grubbs Sep 2012
When I dream, I dream of you.
And when I dream of you it's in colors that don't exist.
Mind twirlin, boggling away.
It's in my sleepyhead, in my bed where I wish to stay
and perhaps find a name for these colors I cannot recite
and dream of you for always just like day turns into night.
Still I awake from a fuzzy view and find the pillow I'm holding isn't you.
Salted drops form in envelopes of my eyes that are slitted open when I think of how my dreams lie.
And the letter I cry to you is carefully folded inside.
Ink made of tear drops and moon beams and rainbows that leave me starry eyed.
Nicole M Grubbs Aug 2012
The night I met my Soul spark, O he was sucha cosmic twin flame to see. Stared into sky eyes that left me not knowing what to do. Words are found speechless and my breath I tried to catch as my Soul spark laid flickering by candle light is where we first met. Time stopped around us as we glowed in our own flame's light and gave me a new found meaning to love at it's very first sight. His skin draped over beautifully to the light body inside and I traced my fingertips over him to feel that his felt just like mine. We danced our first waltz, something of our very own flow and had me levitating towards the ceiling like a light-diamond rainbow. Waited so long to hold my Soul spark that now it feels like a dream. Our moment came and went so quickly like a shooting star you almost didn't see.
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