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 Jun 2016 R M
Styles
Filthy Fingers
 Jun 2016 R M
Styles
Glistening with wetness,
fingers fitting in like Tetris.
Cream dripping on the mattress.
Pillow firming press against your ****,
gyrating to the thoughts of being licked.
Then ****** on like a twisted piece of licorice.
Pleasure leaking from your body through your hips
Desire holding your body captive like a hypnotist
Your skin crawling with desire screaming it's fix
Drowning your finger in a pool of your juices
Your hips ****** and twist,
and mind, lift and dip.
Our bodies working a full shift,
like we were built for each others fit.
You biting on the sheets,
I'm biting on your lip,
****** at the same time;
when our world eclipse-
our-space doesn't exist.
Off to another world,
a briefly escape to,
a pleasure abyss.
 Jun 2016 R M
Sam
and it was only after van Gogh realised that  
the bullet could paint the brain better than the brush,
that he became immortal
 Jun 2016 R M
Ignatius Hosiana
I own one of the worst
smartphones in this
generation...but I've written
over 400 incredible
poems using it...
I've sculptured the world with it
so never despise
anything cause
anything can
change your
life anytime
 Jun 2016 R M
Styles
sext
 Jun 2016 R M
Styles
reading your ***** text
like love letters
the words take over me
with a vendetta
of turning me on
like your body
every line gets better
picturing you in my mind
as I'm reading every line
using my fingers skillfully to reply
wishing it your body I was touching on the whole time
 Jun 2016 R M
Aoife
Forget
 Jun 2016 R M
Aoife
i was thinking
late last night
it doesn't matter
i'll forget in the morning

but i was thinking
you and me
we've changed
and we don't fit
like we used to

something had to sink
to keep me afloat
i realized
i may not be losing
so much
after all

it's funny,
what i say isn't funny,
rather hypocritical
of you
to think “so much” about me
yet i get no response
and you're busy mostly
but not always

it's strange
i apologize too much
to make up
for the times you forgot

i guess this is to say
i was thinking
late last night
i'm wasting your time
you're wasting mine
it doesn't matter
i'll forget in the morning
Learning to say no.
 Jun 2016 R M
Sam
raining outside
 Jun 2016 R M
Sam
here's a barter to the gardener who made Eve then marred her
who fathered the carpenter then martyred man's armour
I spit at the sky but He spits back harder
one roar and a flash and i'm a blurred charred marker
and while I know I'm a carper to start a rant over rain,
I'm cold and I'm tired and a little bit vain

so to the almighty all awful
why when you reign does it pour?
naught but rain until dawn
is this the law of the poor and lore for those born with a luckier draw?
I cry to the alpha to compromise his plan
and just for tomorrow, clear the skies for Sam
for any raincloud
 Jun 2016 R M
Ignatius Hosiana
the pieces fall into place
&
sometimes
the place falls into pieces
 Jun 2016 R M
Cup Noodles
VII
 Jun 2016 R M
Cup Noodles
VII
Never have I thought
Not for one second
That I regret
To have ever loved you
 Jun 2016 R M
Maxwell
10w
 Jun 2016 R M
Maxwell
10w
We were not written in the stars.
We never were.
 Jun 2016 R M
Destre'
Grey
 Jun 2016 R M
Destre'
Honestly, The thought of you still takes my breath away
Only now it's not in a good way
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