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Debbie 2d
My cells in sweet contortion,  
as your passion infects me with  
magic poison.  
I wish I was boneless,  
so I could twist and fly your body  
all night long.  
I see the shadows of me I hide,  
in the blazing fire of your eyes.  
You plunged into me  
and seized my secrets from  
the tenor of my moans.  
In my deepest spaces,  
my core knows you are a lustful danger.  
My heart betrays my soul,  
offering you endless wild abandon.  
In between the grip
of my quivering canyon.
Random fantasy
The worst part was thinking I saw you,
A you with depth,
A depth that matched mine,
But you just turned out to be
like everyone else.
when the rose colored glasses start to fade...
Ankush Mar 17
Words used words,
Weird that is words,
Words much words,
Where now words.

    Words that starts,
And words which end.
    Words just words,
    And stop pretdend.

Words in hands and hands,
Everywhere.
Hands that blurts,
    And anywhere.

He used words,
She used words,
They took words,
    And world look them.

Word bind word,
Wind that wend,
Worse change words,
Chained that weight.

    Words that started,
And the world which ends.
Sanama Mar 13
You left me — but your voice lingers still,
a quiet echo threading the hollow of my chest.
Each word, a ghost — soft as smoke,
yet heavy as stones I cannot lay down.

Tell me — does absence end a presence,
or do the shadows of love remain,
like paintings in an empty gallery,
etched into the silence of who we were?

In every corner of my mind,
your words move like uninvited guests,
rearranging memories,
leaving traces where you once filled every space.

If love is gone —
why does my heart still tune itself
to the phantom murmurs of your voice,
waiting, endlessly,
for a silence that heals?
Even when love is gone, its echoes remain — soft as whispers in our heads, but heavy as stones in our hearts. A very quiet ache that we go along.
spilled tears Mar 13
losing my mind cause giving you head’s
the only time you think I’ve got depth

in every whisper in every kiss
I wonder if I truly exist
based on purple lace bra by tate mcrae
Danielle Feb 17
People are enamored at the calm, tranquility of the sea as they said, as it depicts only how gentle it is, cascading through shores. We have hated its chaotic depths and crashing waves as the dark skies looms above, those waves were the beat of my heart in a gold locket— it must love the catastrophe to be kind.
Elaina Feb 14
The treasure of you
in the depth of my being
nestled and entwined
resting at home in my soul
your loving presence within
My first Tanka style poem
Japanese 5•7•5•7•7
Valentine to my husband
February 14, 2025
irinia Feb 13
you escalate my depth
a pain without pain, an effortless mirror,
this flame trapped in the depth of flesh
my body is a quiet urn for
the ash of the days without an inexplicable
you
Archer Feb 7
I’ll be gone by morning
Leave no trace
Gone by morning
You’ll be mourning
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