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Body ties, feeling myself tied to you;
likewise to connect to each other.
Dial on circumstance; you're ringing
in my head about how to press the issue.
Press on your right side; those familiar
buttons. I'll find myself lost in you

Celebrate the occasion; set flame to love,
Lit the fire's of desire, warmed the night.
Doing the best of things the world hasn't
seen. All the very things you and I like.

Pouring on a drink, taking shots of you;
its all leading me into the mood.
Leading the way of where we shall go;
You've often been high on your love,
right now this little vibe still on the low.

So let's celebrate what we have now;
until it becomes the world's favourite show.
Bodies and lips ...

come let's make again ...
this night ...
a sweet crazy love ...
all night ...
as we did ...
last night ...

will never get enough ...
from your lips ...
and it's wine ...
even your ******* ...
will eat them ...
by my mouth ...
until the sun rise ...
while i'm did not get ...
enough from you ...
will keep do ...
until you beg me ...
to give you a little more time ...
to get your relax ...
from my craziness ...

come babe ...
let's make love tonight ...

hazem al ...
Gabriel Jul 18
Some bodies are made of worms,
soft, malleable, wet to the touch
with tears and a thin layer of grime,
built up over years of creaky limbs
oiled with their own disuse.

Some bodies are made of wasps,
and they are violent. The buzz
rings in the ears and they are the type
to throw drunken punches. Every
second is all that is.

Some bodies are made of earth,
in that they sustain others
and drain themselves. Global
warming will **** them off, but
for now, they shine.

Some bodies are made of other bodies,
like Frankenstein, like corpses
that aren’t quite done yet
with the worms and the wasps
and the ground that they clawed out of.
From a portfolio I wrote in third year of university, titled 'Infestation'.
Robin Lemmen Jun 4
You looked at me, absent-minded. Comparing with eyes made for judgment. It's your right.

It's too bad you don't " see the hurt, the words carfed into me. The ones that go "she's skinnier" or "she's prettier, you know". I try and consult, whisper "mirror mirror on the wall" but it just  won't look at me.

You did it without thinking. Took the liberty to stare me up and down, and when I asked you why, you were surprised. "I wasn't doing it on purpose".

Maybe you lacked malice, but I still saw the wish for better in your eyes. You didn't need to put it into words. I heard it all. Felt the need for better, burn away my skin. I covered up, so you no longer had to be disappointed.

You checked them out and looked at me after, as if surprised you'd accepted this version of a body for so long.
Inside our bodies we are Kings and queens
On lofty thrones
Steering life into submission like faithful subjects
Inside our bodies we are the world
Our words are currency
And our actions glory that comes with it
We fly, we drive, we swim—exploring eternity
We crawl, we walk, we flow—becoming forever.
Inside our bodies we are more than clay!
rig Mar 11
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broad shouldered angel
with collar bones that could fly
your bones are haunting
Gossamer draperies swell
with heat, eastern winds
push daylight
over tangled bodies.

Fingers travel up
and down your naked torso,
my hand caught suddenly
in yours as you stir,
a sleepy god awakened
by the warmth of morning.

Your body, a sundial,
keeps perfect time with mine;
two lovers cached in silken strands,
our sacred place now fully lit
with the hunger of summer.

The solstice lingers past its prime,
drifting over equator
and into southern skies
as autumn patiently waits
outside the bedroom door.
lilac Nov 2020
who is this?
who is she?
who are they?
i don't know this person,
i don't look like that do i?
my arms, my stomach,
my hair, my face, my thighs,
what is it all?
why don't i look okay for once?

it isn't fair,
not fair at all,
i'm fed up of trying to look pretty,
fed up of meeting standards,
my body is keeping my heart beating,
is capable of carrying and nursing a child,
my body is amazing and that'll never change,

even if my clothes are tight,
even if my face doesn't look like theirs,
even if i can't wear the same things,
even if my skin is darker than theirs,
even if i can't pull off the same hair cut they do,

i am me,
i am myself,
i am here to show what i am capable of,
and no-one, no matter how hard they try, will stop me,
i am beautiful,

we are all beautiful.

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