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Feb 2016
And all of the coloured flags

She escapes 
On my bare skin
But all you ever cared about
*******
Making me smile, and trying to
Please me there once again?
Walking in archways 
Upon your skin
Hungry for some freshly meat
And you were quick to put the blame.
That night at your house
"Tame my beast
Was the curl of my toes.
Would be like a rerun of
You knew the closer I got
Saliva drops in deep,
Be messy.
And women is from women..
Upon your neck
But she's in every crease upon my bed 
I ask him about his hurry...
Because I failed you 
While we meshed bundled
Spent what felt like days watching names roll on screen 
It feel like home..
stomachs filled with butterflies
Eat that p*ssy,
Knowing that continuing things
******* on my tongue.
You let me lay next to you,
not so graceful

Your warmth came at a time
It have two doors..
an insane choreography.

She leaves as if she couldn't stand to watch the credits role
Never looking back 
What felt like worlds between us
with your very first kiss."
You.


For why tear drops fleeted 
kiss the sweat,
Gave you more power.
To leave a mark
But I wasn't that naive...
To make you see us through.

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Then he touch mine and push..
What lies 
******

No teeth mark not tear 
Asking me questions on questions

she can't feel
herself ***.
But all you ever wanted
Deep in the woods - I shall hide
Stray and lone,
He was in busy in a tight look..
Spit game,
Caress the wrinkle, the roll of fat,
how you make love to a woman.
Follow my trail of blood
I've always deemed
Clearly I was into you
Was for me to get down on my knees.
Out in to the night 
Couldn’t leave it up to chance
I confused...
But clearly wasn't enough
forbidden
It is not like the movies,
They said I lost my muse 
Inscription
tickle the unwanted hair.
But that ended so quickly
make it numb,
Clearly I wanted something new

I thought about throwing it to the streets 
At first you were all about
and blissed.
Come! Release your cemen
My Muse
My eyes lingered over what used to be. 
As your face stays determined not to crack 
not really,
Sleep? 
The more that I would fall.
I wasn't nervous on my end
But to make a bruise
I told you about my insecurities
soft in the touch
It is love we are making,
It was very tight...
Responding to every messages
I remember your line up crisp,
Our minds were fuzzy
Charismatic.
Within the same hour,
He says..

Under the moons light
You made it seem like you cared
In which I needed it most
Looking like nothing but a ten.
Some sell what is between the door..
But I know her 
less grinding,
The flawless body is a myth.
Love #61
To believe we'd ever get anywhere
Down my cheek
In the shadows of the forest
He says...
Men is from that...
Head locked like a brace 
Cold Touch
Leaving quickly out the door
We like to play tag on the full moon
Even after you left
I couldn't help but call your name

and very private.
More finger, more tongue,
As I sat among the nightmare

She ran 
Juice, come from the door...
the sensations are invisible, internal
You moan and howl in heat
Ignoring then sudden realisation 
And how you had a habit of making me weak
It is not a mystery..
not pictures.
In the nickname only I used 
Excusing death in a movie 
Is my passionate
The space between us small,
when I touch your naked skin
Not able to wash the memory with a splash of soap and water 
For no moisture was lost 

Be slow and gentle

Kush on my breath,
Let the homeless make fortune over our mistakes
Cradled up in the nook you used to sleep 
Your sentences elaborate and
High above my tower I see you 
I feel happy-pain..
The wolf and the witch
You say:

I saw him..
No, not me.
until don’t.
We are covered in delight
While hidden hands forced my face to your seat.
I'll treat you with a bone
It is not like the movies
In the cycle of life
lips touching, and hearts set on fire
The mechanism may look awkward
Freshman year me.
My body burns on fire
Randomized from poems found under the tag "***".  https://soundcloud.com/anton-kooistra/and-all-of-the-coloured-flags
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Written by
Anton Kooistra  Groninganae
(Groninganae)   
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