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Y Rada Nov 2015
Tick – tock! Tick – tock!
I never imagined that listening to the Hickory clock
Could be sensuous or ******.
Hah! Tick for the longing to reach one lover’s arms for caress
Tock for wanting to do heavenly things on this earth.

Ah! The glory of this lustrous life,
So full of hate, so full of love, so full of lust.
Tick – tock! Tick – tock!
Time itself is passion,
The waiting agony seeping through the body
Like a sweet toothache
Making way to the center of the being.

Squirming, not knowing what will be the next
Cookoo! Cookoo! Chimed the Hickory...
Ah! Is this what they call prolonging of pain?
Deliciously blind and white.
But what do I know?
I am still naïve with these feelings,
What do I know about it?
What do I know?
I, sometimes, crave for something
To call my own.
.
I, sometimes, crave for someone
To call me their own.
.
But what I crave for the most
Is for someone to call myself.
.
raine cooper Oct 2015
i think how we need to be loved as adults stems from our childhood (or lack thereof).

if you were abandoned, you need to be smothered, to know every second that you're adored. but as a child you were always alone, so the very love you crave makes you feel suffocated and crawling white knuckled to get out.

and so this war rages inside of us, until we have exhausted ourselves & perhaps those who were brave enough to extend their hands.

©raine cooper
Poetic Artiste Oct 2015
Pull me close,
Your grip on my hips,
A hand holding my face,
Slip your tongue into my mouth,
Pull me closer,
Run your hand back thru my hair,
Squeeze me,
Until your tongue makes me moist,
And I have no choice but to take you home,
I am ridden with lust,
I want to feel you,
The need swelling between your thighs,
I want to be exposed,
Penetrate me however you desire,
As long as you please me.
I am indebted to your stroke*.
Ryan V Oct 2015
I’m nothing but a **** tied to my vices
I’ve always been cataclysmic and narcissistic
Trying to silence my mind shut up and listen
To your melody calling and dragging away
The skitter skatter mind of man in me
I NEED WANT WON’T CAN’T STOP!
Hark! The Fallen Angel in me resides
Recalling the child that once was is not never will be again
Taken by the illusive beauty of realms unseen
Covering the trap I’m now ensnared by
The LOVE CRAVE LUST MUST STOP
You’re the strength in my veins to get through each day
Yet also the itch of a tick on the small of my back.
You show me the serenity of stratified sunset skies
Then clip my wings to keep me from flying away.
I LOVE CRAVE LUST MUST STOP
Like an undertaker digging the ditch,
For the former resident of this toil torn body.
I’ve hit the bottom yet keep sinking deeper,
Into a tomb so low I can no longer see the top.
I NEED WANT WON’T CAN’T STOP
Because I’m nothing but a **** tied to my vices.
Devin Lawrence Oct 2015
I've always craved you,
Like a dog gnawing on bones,
And I disappear.
E Townsend Oct 2015
people who crave
summer when it's winter
and winter when it's summer
are not to be trusted.
they can't keep a consistent mind.
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