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 Sep 2013 Sam
Lacus Crystalthorn
I do not do well without you for a whole day...
I think of you all the time.
Wishing you were here with me...
So I can lean over
and whisper how beautiful I think you are...
Then steal a kiss...

Just a gentle brush of my lips
upon the canvas of your neck and mouth.
From Nick, the scent of rain on dry earth
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 Sep 2013 Sam
Elise
Frenzied.
 Sep 2013 Sam
Elise
Reading in the grass,
my head resting on your chest,
one hand in my hair,
my head rises and falls,
as your lungs take in my scent.

You put the book down,
roll us over on our side,
I pull the grass out of your hair,
your hand falls down the length
of my spine.

No distractions,
just me and you,
my body against yours,
we've nothing better to do.

Your hand wanders under my shirt,
now it finds my breast,
my face buried in your neck
and I lose my breath.

I'm under you now,
your eyes wild,
hair's a mess,
I can feel your heart beat with mine,
like they will jump right out of their chest.

The heat of the sun keeps
our bare bodies warm,
and your teasing lips leave
me begging for more.

The scent of the flowers
(or is it just you?),
sends me to the most euphoric places
I never before knew.

Now i'm in control,
couldn't wait any longer,
you deserve to be pleasured,
lay you gently on your back,
now you're all mine to forever treasure.

Kissing the parts of you that you despise most,
letting you know just how beautiful
you truly are,
wordlessly caressing your soft skin,
my lips moving down,
your heart caving in.

You let out a sigh,
a breath of fresh air,
I know you want more,
your muscles tense,
now i'm sure.

As far down as I'll go,
I look up for approval,
your eyes look longing,
your body's agreeing.

I lower my head to your sweetest scent,
i'm hungry, my heart's been starving,
you're feeding my love.

Your body, it shakes,
reacting under mine,
your muscles releasing the darkness,
allowing the light.

My lips find yours,
a breathless, 'I love you'
comes in through my teeth,

nothing left but the fluttering
of butterfly wings in our ears
and the hum of two heartbeats
releasing lovers' fears.
 Sep 2013 Sam
August
For A Flicker
 Sep 2013 Sam
August
I ask every man,
'Can you love me?'
They always say no
But then again,
I say it under my breath
And I only hear their answer
In the wind

How sad of me,
A tragic little girl
*Am I.
Amara Pendergraft 2013

I'm not here. But, where am I?
 Sep 2013 Sam
abysmal
Green eyes
 Sep 2013 Sam
abysmal
I don't consider various eye colors "beautiful" nor "enchanting".
In all honesty; I've never really understood the incorrigible obsession with iris pigmentation that is genetically inherited and beyond the control of the possessor of the same pair of eyes you deem "beautiful".

But in contradiction to the callous statement I've opened with;
I've found a pair of eyes that I can unhesitantly call beautiful.

It should be noted that I only fell in love with the eyes after I'd seen them roll back with pleasure
(a memory that still makes me shiver)

And from that night on; I started to notice every single beautiful thing the eyes did.

The way they lit up with frenzied excitement,
The way they burned with raging desire,
The way they filled up with salty achromatic tears.

I've loved the eyes for as long as I can remember.

But I don't consider myself lucky just because those same eyes look at me lustfully midweek; but because in a seemingly redundant life, those eyes became something to look forward to seeing; or feeling pierce through your skin on a warm Saturday night
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