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My mental ******

My mental ****** sends shivers down my spine.
Don’t speak that word again…It will send me blind.
You are still speaking to me, after saying that word.
I can’t hear you right now.  I’m in Heaven and it’s all a blur.

My body is tingling in anticipation.
Will she speak another word as seductively attractive?
Or will she just leave me in peace, so I can enjoy this?
This pure contentment.  This pure bliss.

This feeling of unadulterated ecstasy,
To be found in her word.
She is still talking and looking,
As I drift through my Heavenly mind field.

Thinking of a context, in which this word would work best.
I shall not think of it again…yet.
I shall simply put it to the back of my mind.
It is filed under ‘******’ and its secrets are mine.

For she clearly doesn’t see the effect she has on me.
Please do not say that word again, yet.  I have had my release.
My jaw dropped open and I let out a sigh.
She spoke.  I gasped.  I messed up my best line.

I was going to tell her, she is so beautiful;
But the words didn’t get past the nerves.  
It’s a little uncomfortable.
Being so close to a Goddess;
But not being able to touch.
So I shall leave now and hope another word,
Can add such fire to my ****.

(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
सच एक जानलो, जितेँ हे हम खाब मे
उठ्नेका लाख कोशिस, मगर, रहेते हे उल्झनोमे —२
वक्तने थामली, एक वार, फिर घडी —२
क्यू होता, हे एसा, हरदम मे बेखबर
समरनेको कास, नही लग्ता, कोइ देर पल
तस्विरमे, रंग समानेको ,बाकिहे देर अभी
मे यहाँ हँु ,पर साँसहे कही थमी

सच एक जानलो, जितेँ हे हम् खाब मे
उठ्नेका लाख कोशिस, मगर रहेते हे उल्झनोमे
सगँ किया जोगीका, दुनीया, कहे मुझे पागल
उठ्कर फिर गीर्नेका, आया, फिर बालापन
रंग नही गेरुँका लेकिन, चाहतँे मेरी जोगी —२
साथ नही साँयोका पर रहु मुस्कुराते जही —२

उम्मिद मरी , आशाए नही लो देखो खुस हु अभी
वक्तने थामली,  एक वार, फिर घडी
क्यू होता, हे एसा हरदम मे बेखबर
सच एक जानलो, जितेँ हे हम खाब मे
उठ्नेका लाख कोशिस,  मगर, रहेते हे उल्झनोमे —३
Genre: Gazal
Theme: Longings
Cameron Alix Mar 12
I suppose that,
As an author,
No one would bother
To think,
Or to ponder,
At the multicolored tubings of our minds.
Blind, they would rather be,
To the undying wonder
Of a brain that is simply mine,
Or a brain that is simply their own,
For we are all aware–
Although it remains unknown–
That we are each Pacific Oceans,
Grasping on to the tide of hope,
Undulating in anticipation,
Bursting at the seams
That our hearts try
Yet fail to scope,
As authors.

Cameron Bell, Copyright © 2019
First poem I ever wrote for fun. Please let me know what you think!
Leo Janowick Mar 4
Your fingers slowly dip below my waist,
traveling at an oh so sensuous pace.

The lower you go,
the quicker my anticipation builds.
My heart beats faster
bracing for that explosive thrill.

Your touch has me moaning oh so softly and deep,
begging for more.
Your hot passionate kisses;
I can't resist and simply adore.

Oh, I can feel it, I can feel you,
as I crest on such a high.
A place only you can take me,
on this oh so incredible ride.

Baby, do it again, again, again and again.
I can never get enough
of this our delightful sin...
TD Feb 19
a lingering whisper
trembling flecks of crystal
existing between each breath

***** shoulders in a slip gown
the intangible gleam
anticipation simmers

the flush of winter
slinking in
on the wisp of a dream

c Feb 4
Glistening with the
Naive anticipation
Of great adventure
How could you say these lies
When you know I anticipate these times with you.
To watch you walk away
Your warmth instantly leaving my hands.
How could you say these lies
Knowing that your not coming back.
My hands with nothing left to grab.
Watching you walk away.
Those jeans
The way you sway.
My hands ache with nothing left to grab on to.
The warmth hidden behind those jeans.
How could you say these lies
Knowing that I am waiting.
Anticipating this time spent with you.
The way my hands grip you.
Each moment slipping through my fingers.
Not knowing you didn't plan on coming back.
Your sway imprinted on my hands.
This walk a reminder of how I waited.
Anticipating this time spent with you.
How could you say these lies.
My hands filled with brown skin.
Squeezed tight
Cuffed beneath the bottom of your jeans.
Finally realizing you never planned on coming back.
Your sway
Those jeans.
Your warmth forever leaving my hands.
& here I am
Still anticipating this time,
Spent with you
She kissed me unexpectedly.
Her lips softly pressed against mine.
My lips fully convinced, my thoughts of her.
My hands wanting to wrap around her back.
The look before her eyes closed & pressed her lips to mine.
I haven't been able to think of anything else.
Her admirer no longer secret,
The look in her eyes, revealing everything I tried to hide.
The look of urgency; The anticipation of a rushing heart.
Her lips a world I only dreamed
& I helpless to the way she tasted.
The best things happening at the most unexpected moments.
Her shoulders relaxed in the moment.
Her lips pressed against mine in comfort.
Unknowingly whispering the moment is ours.
My eyes close & I am a million miles from where I stood.
Her jawline stretched toward mine.
Revealing everything I tried to hide.
My hands wanting to wrap around her back.
The best things happening at the most unexpected moments.
Moments that pass quickly in the blink of an eye
You put the biggest smile on my face
In case you didn't know.
The kind of ****** smile that everyone questions.
The kind of ****** smile that invites everyone to ask,
who is the cause of this happening.
Looking down fingers moving a hundred miles per second.
The kind of ****** smile that makes my heartbeat
triple the times it normally would.
The anticipation of knowing on the other end
is someone that I truly care about.
And through extension,
My happy ending, my happy beginning
All sent through a message
That tickles my heart.
This happiness erupting from my heart
stretching into my cheeks
Into the kind of ****** smile only you could give

Seeing your name come across my screen
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