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Phoenix32 Apr 2020
I want you inside my mind
enrapturing my thoughts,
and consuming my dreams with your lustful tendencies.

I want you in the nights covered by stars, under lavender moons living out our fantasies.

I want you in the days, as the morning sun warms our souls and our bodies blossom in ecstasy.

I want you in the rain with dripping wet bodies, bound by ****** chemistry.

I want you in my heart, pulsing through my veins beating so Steadily.

I want to surrender to your needs.
You are my remedy.
M Grant Teague Apr 2020
A Howl,
Distant but fair.
A Howl,
Prickles fine hair.

It is ethereal
It is sweet
Repeated in time,
It follows the beat.
The Dybbuk Mar 2020
Encumbered by the lunacies of men,
the seed of joy lays in a greater mind.
The breath will draw you closer to the den,
where every answer waits for one to find.
The self blows as the wind through all the sky,
Monsoons and sighs blown from a single Air.
The wanderings of lust begin to die,
New flowers grow from bones without a care.
The flow of water carves the ancient rock,
as cosmic wheels kaleidoscope through time.
A shepherd hunts a wolf to save a flock,
but canine birth remains its only crime.
Release thy worldly ties upon the skin,
Ascend the stony staircase deep within.
I wrote this poem from the bottom up, in a forest grove, with my love and closest friend.
Annatman Mar 2020
Moved by plentiful blessings,
My ecstatic soul sings
To the pulse of your essence,
Strumming on my heart-strings
Would someone hear a whisper talking?
“Let’s count one moment of peace together,
only between us…”
He breathes into Lydia’s ear until her soul
passes on his fragrance.

He is her soul, she knew it.
And she wouldn't escape his magic spells,
But why would any soul in this world
want to escape from?
When the lunar night reaches to the sky
They fled to an ecstasy screen, together.

She asks him:
“Is everyone a shadow of the Beloved?
Yes, it is.”  He carved an ‘L’ shape on an old tree
Would our seeking be where our moon is seeking?
Could our words be lunar Lydia’ words?

Aren't there enough questions to end with a silence?
Where it leads to the core of our lives.

Isn't all your talk worthless?
Lydia whispered to him,  compare our whispers
to the Beloved.
By Angel.XJ 09/03/2020;  Where is our beloved spirits...
Poetic T Feb 2020
Petals do fall
corrupted they descend,
acid teardrops decline.
The day after is nevermore,
yesterday never existed.
The sun will never sheen,
the night has fallen, nightmares ecstasy.
Gorba Feb 2020
Cette sensation de plénitude,
Cette sensation qui je l’espère deviendra une habitude,
Tout en restant inconnue à la routine,
Qui pourrait en écorcher la saveur exquise,
Je l’ai déjà ressentie sous la brise et l’humeur florentine,
Plusieurs fois, n’est pas inéluctablement synonyme de partie remise,
Une sensation divine, cette fois s’est emparée de moi,
Une expression divine émanant d’une déesse en qui désormais je crois,
La paume de nos mains, hier, nous a révélé ses secrets,
Ce n’était rien par rapport à tes incommensurables attraits,
Je m’allongerai plus **** en imaginant la prochaine fois,
Rêve ou réalité, peu importe au final,
L’ivresse et l’allégresse, souvent s’accompagnent de ce suc royal,
Qui, ruisselant dans nos veines fait glisser les parois
De nos inhibitions qui nous enferment et nous mettent à l’étroit.
Cette sensation de plénitude que j’ai ressentie avec toi,
J’ai besoin de la revivre pour conforter cette pensée,
Cette expression si futile « jamais deux sans trois »,
Pour une fois, suscite en moi un désir que je ne saurais réprimer.
Voici en quelques mots ce que j’ai ressenti,
Ces quelques lignes pour exprimer mon avis.
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