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You found my secret talents that I hide
Every one of them I make sure is applied
You make me feel so alive
After all our desire can't be denied
I enjoy the pleasure you provide
Being on top, I love the ride
Ooohhh, to feel the power of the slip and slide
Loving the feeling of you inside
Our bodies mesh as we collide
As in and out you gently glide
No position do we leave untried
Until at last, at a ****** we arrive
We hold on to each other for dear life, as the passion slowly subsides
 May 2016 Sheena Ynah
Sevonna
Love and lust

cannot be found without the other.

Love has a hidden hunger,

while lust seeks for comfort.
A short poem.
 May 2016 Sheena Ynah
Nicole
This generation classify the term "make love" as ***.
For me it is completely different.
If you are with someone
that you really care,
both of you contain
an extraordinary chemistry,
complement each other,
maintain the special details,
laugh together,
share secrets,
among other really important things,
that is make love.
You are loving each other every day
and working hard to keep that bond
and get it  stronger.
*** is just the act of
*******  that's it.
Having *** with someone
will not determine
if you are in love with that person.
Emptiness* again,
Unable to find my way back
to emotion.
Alone
Unheard moans
Mentality ripped in my mind
Unable to find a single shred
of hope
Utter Fear
of the Sea's Noose and Rope
looking *inviting


Always there
Always lapping
Always waiting
Hugs.
Hugs are warm,
Hugs are helpful.
When you feel down, I well wrap my
arms around you and hug you.

Hugs are like a medicine,
you feel depressed or sick, without a smile.
A hug well make your lips curve side to side feeling warm
inside.

Hugs are free.
Hugs from me.
Hugs are a special gift to receive.
Hugs are a way to show affection and trust,
Hugs are from me to you with trust.

I may have nothing you desire,
but a hug well make you smile.
So wrap your arms around me,
hold on tight, so we can have a warm hug tonight.

This poem may not rhyme,
but hugs do deserve this time.
So hug anyone going through the rough, or a simple hug
of love and trust.
Hugs are a special gift we can receive and give .
Hugs
are special.
 Aug 2015 Sheena Ynah
glassea
she may hurt, but she is not pain.
she may fail, but she is not a failure.
she may be tragic, but she is not tragedy.

*she may feel worthless,
but this, too, will pass.
so it's always worth reminding people (i.e. myself) that just because you feel something in the moment doesn't mean that it's permanent. an emotion is an instant, no matter how long the ache lasts, and an instant cannot define you.

(thanks for the daily!)

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