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Steph Portuguez Jan 2020
She persuaded the curvature of the seam. A dressmaking utterly agonizing, to reach the smoothness one must perceive, it has a regret with the difficulty of repetition of a trend.

Her foul purport carbonated the clear intent. But an impecable illustration did provide them with the warmth they intend.
The cycle lacked precision but their pliancy was a treasure so **** filled with her preciousness.


Velveted silk portrait embraces and confines a cause within a retrospective, a muse divides with a major uproar, one with the furor of nature uncontrolled.

The spell of glamor enchanted the failed dorks. They daydreamed fuzzy temptations to achieve their doomed ******. Of their antagonised exchange was born an incurable rage. The vexed source became cursedly recruitable for their loveable tremors, she had no knowledge of their cultivated adoration.

This will be our temple to our redemption and acceleration. It has consumed us all, encased conscious with translucent locked up doors.

The excitation has endure the incommensurable, the deluge did occur in the future. The scorn we throw to each other is acceptable if I desire to engorge her, it'll wear off your vile will, it'll grant me her savoury thrill.

Velveted silk portrait I beg you not to demise and ascend. We'll ravage the essence of your pure command, although, our adoration is the realest love spell.

I was snarling when I saw you embosom him, it felt like you were entering something delightful and never ******* ending. What was behind the blinds it wasn't supposed to be appreciated, we were always stood in a horizontal line and pulling harsh, all acts performed were a praying for your preference.

Velveted silk portrait, we encouraged you to revoke your beauteous den, to an addictive merriment. We'll howl with devotion to this new founding arts, her paint sparkled in the now dusky lane. A palace never menacing to our welcoming, an unfair entrance to the terribly but tender embodiment.

The gladness finally dragged us to our unfair refinement.
Eva Dec 2019
There was a time before
I met the one I adore
Now I’m in love and know for sure
There is no such thing as “after” mi amor.
Mark Toney Dec 2019
Andy!

          -Aaron!
          -Aloha!

Aloha!
All
A-ok?

   ­        -Absolutely

Amy?

           -Amazing

Awesome!
Alan
Apply
Army?

           -Almost

Almost?

           -Anchors
            Away

Ah!

           -Ahoy!

Amusing :)
Abigail
Alright?

           -Aye,
            Admiral ;)

Almost
Amusing :)

           -Andrew
            Alright?

Andrew's
Arrested

           -Arrested??

Amphetamines

           -Addicted?

Addict

           -Awful :(

Answer??

           -Adoration

Amen

           -Appropriateness
          -Acceptance
          -Approval

Also
­Appreciation

           -Agreed!

Adios!

           -Alligator. . .


© 2019 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
12/17/2019 - Poetry form: Alliteration - My Alliterative Alphabet Series - Each poem in my Alliterative Alphabet Series describes conversations between two or more people while only using words that start with the first letter of the title of the poem. I’m publishing the poems as I write them on Wattpad.com, not necessarily in alphabetical order. My goal is to write at least 26 poems to cover each letter of the alphabet. I hope you find the concept interesting, maybe even clever. Most of all I hope you enjoy them :) - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2019
Orchid T Aspen Dec 2019
When the gentle ridges in his lips
would part for me,

++++++++++++++++++++++

and the pretty valleys in his eyes
would wash his misery for me,

++++++++++++++++++++++

and the coral in his cheeks
would twitch twice for me,

++++++++++++++++++++++

and his living hands
would unsmother my words for me,

++++++++++++++++++++++

he whispered that his name
was Navy.

++++++++++++++++++++++

I wanted to walk next to him,
and breathe next to him,
and unsmother him back,

++++++++++++++++++++++

so I stayed
and let my fingers
braid into his grasp.

++++++++++++++++++++++

I gazed with him
at the fleeing rivers.

++++++++++++++++++++++

I lived with him
in his bending arms.

++++++++++++++++++++++

I think of him now
as his hands
that he warmed
with my own.

++++++++++++++++++++++

When the peaks in my mouth
would part for him,
I knew I loved him too,
and whispered my name.
james Dec 2019
some days i feel that
despite the weight of legends
that behold our names
in the light of golden inkwells
and the pull of the tide
that had ****** us together
with the inevitability of a crashing wave
that we are not so much like
the sun and the moon
for the eclipse is a collision of epic proportions
for the eclipse is a parting of a thousand red seas
the eclipse, explosively desperate, and as rare as can be

no, i find myself
something much closer to earth
deep in the ground and deep in the dirt
for you meet me like a blue sky
meets the planet below
and you kiss me at the horizon line
all-enveloping, steady, constant, sweet
sometimes in the dancing hues
of some celestial body

but most days,
yes, most days
you are the photo in the locket
that my soul has always carried
and you are the peace
in always arriving home

though you may follow me to the ocean
and its raging waters,
to be held by you
is to be held by the shore
one of my longest poems! and sweetest!
Joy Nov 2019
Your eyes are illuminating my skies,
twisting their whimsical shimmers,
ricochets of burning golden sparks,
simmering down in graphite ponds,
holding the green water lily leaves.

Your laugh rings in my ears indefinitely,
a deafening gong of sanctity
scaring the birds off the bare branches
and it feels like a ritual.

My hands warm in your pockets,
loving you is being drunk on strawberry wine,
eyes shinning from their sockets,
oh how your eyes illuminate my skies!
Joy Nov 2019
I like me
when I'm around you.
I like my body
when it's with yours.
I like your body
when it's with mine.
I like me and you.
And I like you and me.
I like me & you when we are in proximity.
I like you&me as close as we can be.
I like meyou conjoined.
I like you when you fuse with me.
And I like it when it's we.
TL Chesterton Sep 2019
Smile, brightly, and make the world gay
In every way, the world is okay.
Uncertainty, the dread of existence,
Fills in the heart for more than an instance,
But softened my dread, did I do today
In realizing that I'll be okay
And that you can smile in so many ways
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