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Leo Janowick Apr 2019
Dos cuerpos se juntan
en armonía esta noche
mirándonos a los ojos
y un profundo suspiro
Anhelas abrazarla cariñosamente
tan suave y tiernamente
sus ojos brillan fuertemente
con el calor, ella te envía
sus brazos están llegando ahora
ella anhelaba abrazarte
Ella quiere sentir tus labios sobre los de ella.
y cuando ambos finalmente se reúnen
aquí en ese paraíso
donde las flores florecen bastante
y el calor está por todas partes
se siente como un volcán está a punto de estallar
y ambos están lo más cerca posible.
cuando ella te lleve a la cama de espera.
El calor de ti es pesado
está a tu alrededor todo el camino
sabes que esta tarde tan hermosa
Se llena de toques y de besos.
la pasión está finalmente aquí

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Two bodies come together
in harmony tonight
your gazing into each other's eyes
and out a very deep sigh
You long to hold her dearly
so soft and tenderly
her eyes are strongly shinning
with the heat, she sends to you
her arms are reaching up now
she longed to hold you close
she wants to feel your lips on hers
and when you both finally get together
here in that paradise
where flowers blooming pretty
and heat is all around
it feels like a volcano is about to erupt
and you are both as close as you can get
when she then carry you to the waiting bed.
The heat from you is heavy
it's around you all the way
you know that this so beautiful evening
is filled with touches and with kisses
the passion is finally here.
Lindsay Hardesty Mar 2019
When people ask me what I miss about you, I tell them your body, I tell them how;
I miss your head and how smart you are, I miss learning from you.
I miss your eyes, and how I would catch you looking at me.
I miss your ears and how they would listen to me complain, or ramble on when I was excited.
I miss your lips, and all those nights of pillow talk.
I miss your chest, and how I would calm instantly when I laid my head on it.  
I miss your arms and the way they used to hold me.
I miss your hands, and how they would hold mine.
I miss hearing your legs walking up my stairs, and the way your warm feet would lay beside mine.
your body was my home, but now it’s burned down leaving me with nothing more than ashes and memories.
Sexus Obscura Mar 2019
my body is a tragedy
lined with fragmented artefacts
of a wartorn state
highlighted by shades of red
and lines of grey sadness

there is nothing like the pity
in the eyes of those trusted to provide aid
it sings a woeful song of healing and love
until you are okay to walk again

you become a symbol
of their service to society
and they move on to lands more beautiful
and planes much less devasted

you are left in the shadows
still broken but warmer than before
warmer despite the poison
you have been doused in called care
David Hutton Mar 2019
The deceased piling up in battle,
Enough blood to fill more than one barrel.
Crows pillage the scene,
Nibbling on their cuisine.
From a distance you can hear them cackle.
Inspired by Vasily Vereshchagin's "The Apotheosis of War" painting.
julianna Mar 2019
I’m tired of bodies and thinking
I’m tired of hiding, I’m tired of restricting.
Sometimes the weight bears lighter, but today I was undeniably human
So animalistic,
So human.
when we touch i get a contact high
the strength of an overdose
when you touch me, my entire body tingles
WordsHelp Feb 2019
Inhale before the kiss,
Gentle fingers tracing down,
Hands on hips pulling in,
Lips colliding.

Bodies tangled,
Deep breaths,
Tongues dance,
Hearts colliding.
Shlomo Jan 2019
Mouth-to-mouth resuscitation,

But they were very much conscious.



Loving every minute of vacation,

Thoroughly adventurous.



An act that seemed to revive not just their souls,

But every atom, cell and ***** in their bodies.



Lived for those nights huddled up in arms (Goals!)

Even though time just couldn’t care less.



Carelessly dashing by without regard (its new foes!)

Even as this act would lead to many more worries.



Fast forward now; and they craved it more than ever.

Would it happen again, or am I forever trapped in nevers?



Can’t handle the pressure, brain’s got a fever.

At this rate, gonna be swiping left and right forever.



Bones dry, deep down I crave love and connection.

Sorely waiting for those sparks to keep an *******.



More like an ***** sin.

Caught between a rock and a hard place.



A truth I once held close, feels like a lie I’m locked in

(I’m everything and nothing)

For where do I belong? Everywhere and nowhere



Except with my first love.

I long to meet someone like you.



Soft lips, beautiful eyes, luscious hair,

and a strong, gentle soul that softens the hearts of the hardest of men.
More about this poem on my site. There is also a link to an audio performance of it there!
https://shlomotion.co/poems/egyptian-beauty/
emma hunt david Dec 2018
orange bodies in the
yellow light in the afternoon
green thumbs in the garden
blue lips at night standing at the crosswalk
Sararose Jan 2019
Like wings on the thumb;
If you pay attention, they flutter in your chest
Like waves on the lips;
Tumultuous, pummeling, magnetizing,
Still.
And then words, not a covenant, but a confirmation
of intentions
Like the nuzzle of a rabbit, push
1 2 3
And part for breath to move through
A study
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