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You're made by bees, you are my honey
And when I see you day is sunny
You are amazing, what a look
There's maple syrup on your *****
I don't like sweets, I like more sour
But your sweet ***** I licked for hours
You look terrific, you're my cake
You are so hot, you heal my snake
I love your lips, I love your mouth
I love your *******, I'm going south
Your breath is loud, I'm very near
Your thighs are almost by my ears
I did my job, you look fantastic
You are my love, you are my bestie
You are so young, I know your plan
Give me a kiss and go again
You can't control crazy, eh?
Only mitigate it.
You can't control sanity, eh?
Only define it.

A question like:
"Who's been listening!?"
A question like:
"To whom have you been listening?!"
Your big round lips are **** as hell
Your long brown hair is looking so well
In this sandy beach I bet you're the best
You've got a nice **** and beautiful *******
My room is empty, there is no queue
First I roast you then barbecue
Nat Lipstadt Apr 13
>crumbled, rumbled, street survivors,
paper scraps that took the rage abuse rap,
dead love notes, bills red with overdues,
these pre-poems have traveled wind currents
some in from Jersey, some hailing Minnesota,
ain't never see one that crossed the Atlantic,
but reckon it is not a theoretical impossibilty

unpretty city streets, like a museum, collects 'em,
plenty of exhibition space, forlon, historically
orphaned, disbanded, whose paths all got confused,
some sweet, all beat, balled and thrown, no home,
no more, each a reveille, each humming taps, now,
all scented by strret odors, none pleasant, each was
in its prior life, the meat, the grist, the meal of what
was, coulda been, a poem that would have survived
yellowed in care, tender glanced, tucked in books,
safekept, but slipped away, victims of friction, fraction

look down, be unafraid, unravel them slow, careful,
abused, all these messengers all need a good home,
a box in a closet, a book of tenders, witnesses to what
they've seen, places they've been, hand held, tenderized
by words spiced, variegated, ink, pencil, typewritten, like
their prior human authors, all sizes, all shapes, some on
colored paper, a l l astrayed, accidental, purposed, details
and detritus, once deemed essemtial, important, necessary
and needed, even believed, but times change

you're stuck, brain ain't cooperating, tired of staring inside
your self's self, pull on a sweater, it's a chilly spring overcast air,
that don't natural warm, more naturally warn, be careful where,
you step, your next poem is laying right there, grab a few, take
more than a couple, this is like a school dance, try a few, until
you bank the right one in the till, the connection made, a kiss,
in secret stolen, and the drive, the forces, the perspiration urgency
leads to you desk, nook, granny's cranny, and the world of words
overflow like seagulls in a harbor, so many spilling, hard is the
choosing, but excited adrenaline, free basing, in your veins and
****, you gotta just write again, right now, add a ***** poem
back to its rightful place in a heart, upon eyes, tongue taste them
syllables, clap and laugh as they symmetrically form, subtle rhyming,
the sleeping seeds have sprouted, the brown brain loamy cells,
fertile and potent, energize, impregnate, and you just can't wait
to walk the streets, in search of many, many more

it's ok, you have permission to utter a whispery nearly silent
hallelujah<
April 13 2025  10;10am NYC
this cane to me sudden, slow and no intentend to  marry< no reason wht,
but the title hit me square, and sat down and spilled the beans, and left me quite
satisfied, almost a little purged
romgur73 Mar 28
I can be bossy if you want
I can abuse you but I won't
The only thing I'd like to get
The view of liquid on your back
romgur73 Mar 28
This gorgeous girl is looking at the sky
I'm next to you, I'm slowly passing by
You know what I do next
I smell your hair and slap your ***
romgur73 Mar 27
I like your deep brown eyes
Your beautiful voice and genuine smile
You've got more pros than cons
I'm kissing your lips, the vertical ones
romgur73 Mar 27
I work hard, work out, drink some tea
You are so gorgeous and I see
No matter what's the level of your grass
I like your lips, your ***** and ***
romgur73 Mar 27
I'm slowly starting from your top
I'm getting down, a little stop
Your silent twins seems very lonely
My tongue help them to know me
Emery Feine Mar 27
I feel how I believe an apple with worms must feel. I am aware of my desire to ripen and be eaten, and I am also aware of the *****, crawling creatures inside of me. I will be cut open, and they will see the dirt brown rotting of my core. It is a tragedy that I could've been like those sweet, red apples, and it is a tragedy that I never could've been like them as well.
slowly the **** you eat will taste like hope
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