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If I were granted just one chance to relive again a brief moment In time I'd
go back the first time ever
I laid eyes on her the girl who become my
This girl who could say so much with the look In her eye far more than words could ever say she'd tell I love you with just a  squeeze of her
3 squeezes I love you my reply 4 squeezes I love you too so many things about her I miss so
Just to lay awake at night to watch her sleeping to help dress her In the morning to run a brush through her
The smell of the beautiful perfume she wore Estee Lauder Youth Dew to rest my head on the gentle rise and fall of her
whilst taking all that beautiful perfume In all that and more I shall forever miss any one of those I've mentioned
here I'd be more than happy with
If I we're given a chance to
to relive a brief moment of my previous time for she was so beautiful and loving to
If given a chance to live a brief moment of my previous life over again. It would probably be as simple as brushing her hair
Half asleep

A brush of lips

A sweet half remembered kiss

The warmth of your skin

Flesh upon flesh

The memory of a silver moon

Sweet night caress

Awake. Alone

You are gone

Long gone, years gone by

Just a memory of a brush of lips
I wrote this one just in memory of mine. That and because the guy that kissed me just called me after 4 years...
Nikos Kyriazis Nov 2018
Glorious clouds
You, who reign
in the vast plains
of the sky
You, who hide us
from the outside glance
You are ***'s eternal
brush for his canvas
His mood and sentiments
are dipicted upon
your ***** body
Mufini She Frost Nov 2018
Fully blasted scenery, where i once called home
Tweeting of birds resting in the tree as a tone
Another chaos has to began
Cover! Hide! —said the woman to her son

Clear water turned into red, how could we conquer the world with no more dread
I wished the i could repent
I wished, I didn't left

Messy world I created,
Are once the world I wished I have painted.
Random thoughts. Come and share yours with me.
Give me brushes and
something colorful
not tested on
a thing
with a heartbeat
and watch me go!
I love me.
I know how
I like      to look.
Think that this
face is
for you?
Think again.
Think that      This Face
is for you      and your. . .
Think again.
Think again.
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018

The tongue is dipped into
sun-like ink. Prepared and
with its slick tip, it makes its  
trail from the body, to shoulder,
to neck and to lip,
Round and round, focused,

Soft, slow and steady
upon a body of the finest ivory.
Teasing as it swirls, twists and
turns, to make a body with love
and beauty.

As it rightfully desires to be marked,
to be loved,
to be teased,
and desired.

So when the tongue moves away,
and the trail finally sets, I hold
up the bashful body as if it were
sacred. I watch it glow and
instinctively know, that
it will stand the
test of time.

A beauty above all else...

Something rather sensual about painting a ceramic bowl ;)
Lyn ***
Two two two

One plus one equals two

My parents are also two

My eyes, my ears are two

My legs, my hands are two

Two two two

The clock goes and leads to two

The weather is cold and I slept

The dark is there ,and the fear appeared

I covered my face fearing from ghosts

I got up feeling of that ghosts

I tried to sleep , I saw them here

I cry, I cry ,till see my mother

I pointed at them here and there

I feel with horror and fear

My mother turned the light on

The ghost disappears

Two two two

The weather is good and I eat sweet

I play a lot, the time is passed

I forget to brush teeth

I forget the clean

After days they hurt me and must clean

It is harm, the brush safer
the time   we must get our fun
Brandon Conway Aug 2018
I want you to be the paint that drips on my canvas
our bodies brush to create something beautiful
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