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Yes
He said
I miss
Your kiss.
I can't dismiss
Your touch,
I miss so much.
My words dancing
On your tongue
He said.
The kiss I miss,
The thoughts
I can't dismiss.
Fizzes in my brain
Do you feel the same?
He said
Yes
she said,
With bated breath.
I miss the kiss
I can't dismiss
Your touch
I miss so much.
Will you
Take your kiss
Place it on my lips
That miss your touch
So much?
 Feb 2015 Similoluwa
Eudora
Such luscious lips, with pinkish glow!
She's beautiful.

*
Her chapped lips,  faucet like,
cascade only words of kindness..
She's beautiful.

Such pretty,alluring eyes!
She's beautiful.

Her heavy-lidded eyes : a pair of lenses
capturing only great sharp shots,
they see clearly only the good in people..
They never despise.
She's beautiful.

Such a lovely, curvaceous figure!
She's beautiful.

Within the slim figure,  is a soul
who'll share her food with the hungry,
even if it means she'll be left with nothing
for dinner.
She's beautiful.

*
Beauty is only skin deep..
Inspired by a brief chat with a dear friend today and Audrey Hepburn's insights on beauty
'Look beyond the features, it is reflected in the soul..'
You deserve flowers on your doorstep
And coffee in the morning
You deserve notes left on your dashboard
And ice cream sundaes at 3 AM
You deserve honesty everyday
And to be kissed every hour
You need to be reminded
Just how beautiful you truly are
Just a little something that was on my mind. Thanks for reading.
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 Feb 2015 Similoluwa
Art Flores
She seemed innocent at first,
Now she's stealing men's hearts.*

- (A.F)
For the ones that
intend to do harm with their smiles.

Copyright © 2015 Art Flores.
All Rights Reserved.
Looking up at the stars
From behind these iron bars
I realized with a start
I am a prisoner in my own heart
 Feb 2015 Similoluwa
Thomas EG
Crash
 Feb 2015 Similoluwa
Thomas EG
Uncertainty fills the air
And suddenly I'm not so sure.
Nostalgia begins to decay
But why?
Heavy, heavier...
I inhale and sigh with, what, exasperation?
Creation?
These are all mere distractions
To prevent myself from colliding
With myself,
With how I feel.
Emotional trauma, Part I -
Coming soon to a childhood near you!
We laugh it off
But it does not leave us.
Nothing can leave us
As easily as you walked away
That night.
I will not forget what I saw.
Engraved in my brain
Causing me to crumble
Tumble, tumble...
**Crash.
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