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Ulli Predeek Feb 2016
daylight dreams dive into nighttime oceans
hopeful heartbeats remain
pulsing through the fluid darkness of the room

I feel your breath trembling
painting my anticipation red gold and green

will I feel your warm cherrymouth
slowly climbing up my neck
up to the crescent of my ear
up to the wings of my lips?

I keep my eyes wide shut
and shiver -
feeling your humid running kiss
ascending to my lids

your silent passion
leaves me gasping blindly
for glittering sparkles of infinity

and I capture this moment
inside the memory of craving flesh
underneath every loony pore

nighttime oceans spill
into another sphere
and we both
disappear
to be read out, but not too loud... - 2016
K Balachandran Nov 2015
There flows an  invisible, river of subtle emotions he felt,
separating the immediate reality and the realm of art;
gazing the reclining ****,with a pair of eyes conjured,
he  levitated to the other bank of reality as if by magic,
while she waited and waited,somewhat perplexed,
then her eyes intervened, made him cross over so fast.
Ameliorate Jul 2015
Desperate plea escapes from inside
You're on the brink and I'm a surfer
Riding those residual waves back to shore
K Balachandran Jul 2015
Eyes are blue gleaming diamonds,
words concealing gold dust
are sealed between the lips
that avidly taste thunder,
expression of my hidden hunger.
Hands bind me closer til
rib cages say "No more"
Like nibs, nails on my back
write ****** verses direct,
forcing one to spread eagle
as the orchestration moves to crescendo
itinerant eyes emit sizzling light,
the cloud that engulfs , caresses every inch,
a bamboo grove in wind
dances whispering love, in many tunes,
tells one to lie under it's canopy, I submit,
hear my songs from a secret center,
eyes speak the lingo of  love, light spills
heart beats against heart, in mad frenzy,
we need no words any more.
Aaron Bee Nov 2014
My *** is rare
like a prissy feline riding
a horse with an attitude
that is diamond.
But, oh, when you have it
horizons become golden
Yellow stones Ol' Glory shoots.
The "O" on my mouth is
missing an X.
XO, XO
roughly my own gender prohibits
further exploration.
Sexuality flows like water
crashing and smashing
smooth and rough
refreshing.
Lemonade, **** and nasty
just how I like it.
Puckering, *******, licking
*******...
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