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 Mar 2018 Aziza Askar
Valerie
I'll push you up
High into your dreams
And when you reach the top
My heart will burst at the seams.

Cause seeing you happy
All beaming and bright
Makes the perfect contrast
To the dark of the night.

A light shines in the blackness
My love showing you the way
To your desired destination
And to you I will say:

"Come on, follow me
I know where to go
I'll guide your way
With the light I show."

"And come on, follow me
I'll hold your hand
Down the rocky paths of life
The end an unknown land."

We'll walk it together
Never apart
Protecting each other
From the very start.

And I'll whisper in your ear
Like a springtime wind
Quiet and promising
My words unpinned:

"I'll love you forever
Through the darkness and light
I'll hold you hand
Together we'll fight."

"And when it's all over
I'll still love you more
When we receive our wings
Up and up we will soar."

"So hold onto my hand
Don't let it go
We'll walk this path together
Even through woe."

Just a little reminder
This tale of our love
A message brought to the both of us
From someone looking out up above.

Don't forget this poem
Or what I whispered in your ear
And I'll remind my own self
All through out the year.

Together we walk
Our love bursting at the seams
We'll push each other up
Up into our dreams.
SSK<3   AKA: Valerie Garcia
 Mar 2018 Aziza Askar
Jonny Angel
I want to finger your thoughts,
roll them gently around
in my mind's eye,
listen to the breaths you take
& feel your body tremble,
then lick them clean
to taste your true essence.
 Mar 2018 Aziza Askar
Styles
Feed me your mouth,
      so I can satisfy my desires
       with the taste of our destiny.
      
       I long for the rush,
       from our lips, when they touch.
     symbols of each other,
signaling one another,
    our body language,
   speaking to,
us.

Lost in forever,
the moment consumed,
by passion
 Mar 2018 Aziza Askar
Graff1980
Lips
 Mar 2018 Aziza Askar
Graff1980
Today it’s
Lips
Lips
Lips
I am obsessed
With red
Or black
Lips
Goth
Jeweled
Pierced
Lips
Uncovered
Or smothered
With lipstick
It doesn’t matter
Even though
It will pass
But in poetry
Right now
It’s lips lips lips
***
The whip kissed her skin like the lover of her dreams
Porcelain skin left red from the touch
A lovelier beauty no one has ever seen
So innocent, yet likes it so rough
Cold steel around her wrist, pull her back to give her neck a kiss
I will guide her, and show her the way
Wither it be with my palm or with my fist

— The End —