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Samantha Lee Feb 2017
From a low angle
looking up to brown eyes
face so serious
weakness actualized
strong playful hands
keep pushing inside
a light moan escapes
pleasure implied
sweat begins to merge
a pooling sea of thirst
consuming each other
satisfaction immersed
Samantha Lee Feb 2017
Maybe you knew
when my legs casually
became drawn to you
like a magnet, rapidly
pulling me close
maybe you knew
when my eyes brought sparkle forth
like that star in the sky
that lead history north
or maybe you knew
when you held me tight
heartbeats turn to percussion
rhythms meant to reunite
Samantha Lee Feb 2017
Tell me where the hope lives-
in a house built with desire
set upon a foundation of goals
pathways assembled to transpire
as the seasons fade to shades
changing landscape to perfect
stimulation of achievement
optimism to collect
like a pile of leaves in fall
waiting for its time
ignited by a flame
playing victim to a crime
hoping in last moments
perseverance a bigger role
the hope lives in theory
as a fire warms the soul
Samantha Lee Feb 2017
The anatomy of a wish
an embryo of a dream
a cardiovascular increase
as it sails the bloodstream
the nervous system takes hold
and sends shivers down the spine
action to be taken
when muscles and bones combine
lungs fill with air
oxygen finds release
another breath exhaled
as we find inner peace
Samantha Lee Feb 2017
The petty theft of golden intentions
insufficient gold of a fool
a small crime against you
crime and punishment minuscule
A fire lit within
it is arson of the soul
a mere crime against you
lucky someone is on patrol
Then assault of the mind
hijacked and stolen away
a paltry crime against you
to be locked up another day
Samantha Lee Feb 2017
The puzzle of temptation,
some don't heed issue at all.
Surrounded by a gleaming ocean,
indulging is the water's call.
As the waves roll in,
a bright sailor's sky feigns delight,
what is promised tomorrow
by today what is in sight.
Temptation can pull you
to a raged and stormy sea,
it is not until you are in the middle
you realize you are not supposed to be.
Samantha Lee Feb 2017
Purple blotches the sky
patches of evaporated wine
an inked pale surface
reds and blues merge
individuality
an evanescent loss
using each other
they come together
an instinct to combine
a decadent sauce
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