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Brian Hoffman Oct 2017
You want this
swelling rise of swollen self
that drowns my thoughts
in blood that throbs

the slickest steps always
slip the best
when pressed
hydrant-pressure pulses
In that slow build

You wind around me
tight
as we settle into that fractured time
when I am yours and you are mine

connected  

I growl,
a bear in heat
you squirm and entreat me
to make love to you
treat you like my princess
your ******* scream at you to be
as they graze the cotton sheets

Melded
lubricated to stop the high tension
smoking burn of friction
the slap of your *** as you writhe back
consuming me
***** deep
in your centre

My fingers clasp into your hips
holding the depth
my eyes closed
you smell of lilacs and berries
if they had been slathered in sin
and served up in piping hot lust

you sound like heaven
echoing through my blood stream
the thud of my heart screaming your name

breathe
I command myself to stay with you
as my hands let you ease off of
my ****
you take full advantage  
there on your knees and I am vulnerable
to your slick
to your wet...

(Too right, I'm just a man)

all you needed was an inch of freedom
to rock forwad then slam your cheeky control
back onto me

that slick sound that
unmistakable ***** ******* sound
slops against my thighs

the invite to drive
me into a frenzy
the want  
the need to please
be pleased
freed from thought and reason

Shower me in your lust
soak the sheets
moments before I shower you with mine
the hot splash
on your back
as we lose control together
Andrei Corre Aug 2017
The nights* when all I see is dust and smoke

When it's so much overpowering--- the trace of cologne

The nights when it's cold since you've been gone

I made your side of the bed  but you did not come

The nights when I almost pick up the phone

But I couldn't call you for you're already home

So I wait for the nights you're mine alone...
Elise Jackson Jun 2017
don't we all wish we could go back and change certain things?
don't we all need a period of rest and reflection?

i think about the past a lot.

not a certain time period or memory, but all at once.
i don't quite think it's good or bad, it's just there.

waiting.
ready to strike at any moment.

throwing me into a nervous frenzy.
K Balachandran Apr 2016
Your windswept wild red hair, *Tantric fractal,
spreads forest fire in my thoughts,to the far end,
how far can I  go on keeping this endless raging,
a dangerous arsonist in my mind's chamber?
Unchecked, unbridled, not quenched,
shimmering fire with a thousand ember eyes,
come burn my ardor with the essence of red.
my red riding hood, on this Tantric bed spread.

Your passion, unleashed as unkempt wind swept
red cloud  of hair,assumes the forms of our love
now a cascade of water from mountain, after new rain,
splashes all over my mind's fecund landscape,
day and night imbibing the effect of your red wine
anointing  cool, love balm, I get inebriated.

Your red, fluffy,earthy textured, magic coiffure,
becomes  a sea of infinite calm,in my stormy nights.
I whisper to air"I want to taste the salt of her earth,
I want to swim in the confluence, her red flow commences,
If I'd  be buried within the red earth of her dense hair,
I'll be resurrected, re imagined by her as her immortal lover"
Tantra-ancient Indian esoteric practice,seeking to channel the divine male/female energy to attain' siddhis'(supernatural attainments) and "moksha" (liberation of soul)
Fractal-It's the geometry of deterministic chaos,also describe the geometry of mountains, clouds, galaxies etc...
POSSIBLE Feb 2016
That ***** Named Desire
I had a succubus try to take my seed
in a dream today   
I broke the connection and said
***** you gotta pay to playyyyyyy

You so used to controlling my desires
well, NOT ANYMORE
Best get on your knees and call me sire
“Sir you have the floor”

I wage war on the empire
of the realm of desire
So if you conspire to be in my line of fire
Don’t say I didn’t tell you,
    You’ve earned my Ire.

The rhythm of my war drum goes:
BOOM BOOM KAT TiS KAT
OHHHHM
Mah heart  BEATS ta da Rhythm of the
BOOM BOOM KAT TiS KAT
Dreeeeeiiim
We illuminate truth, or sooo it seeeeeeeeeeeeim
But still.....
The rhythm of my war drum BEATS:
BOOM BOOM KAT TiS KAT
OHHHHM



So I wage war on the realm of the evil fae
Ima PURIFY da demons until  
dey take me away (screamed)

Bleed out into LIFE;
  reverse the vampire effect
place succubi in a hearse
  and drive them straight ta deaph


cause lately You been drivin me crazy
and making my will, focus, an determination
sooo haeeezzzzy

But NO MORE
cause now Its time to
Settle DA SKORE


Ritually open my wounds
and bleed acid on you
Don’t worry theres enough
cause your hackneyed and few

Ima chase the Daemons off
Smoke my dreads to their lungs
and make dem young cough
so offten I put em in a hot-boxed coffin
Now your outta breath
But im just not stoppin

huh (echo(
whats this? whats this....(echo(  
Claws,
talons,
teeth,
and  uh oh
Blood barrels stacked Its a wierd supply depot,

for that army growin
and growlin behind your eye, see though....
They Perma-
        on your shoulders,
   and now mine, Truth Show





!!!!!!1111RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!!!!!!!11
So my wings tear free of my back
For so long they’ve been bound and compact
I look to my lovers and brothers and CRy
Stand!
Pick up your weapons,
Humanity,
Its time to act


A TRUMPET BLOWS,
   BEATING WINGS
THE DRUMS CONTINUE INTO THE DISTANCE


The rhythm of my war drum goes:
BOOM BOOM KAT TiS KAT
OHHHHM
Mah heart  BEATS ta da Rhythm of the
BOOM BOOM KAT TiS KAT
Dreeeeeiiim
We illuminate truth, or sooo it seeeeeeeeeeeeim
But still.....
The rhythm of my war drum BEATS:
BOOM BOOM KAT TiS KAT
OHHHHM
Frosted silver whisper
melt this shielded sore
enlighten my dormant soul
heal this stone once more
.
Reckless raw emotions
tasteless heat, empty mirrors
extinct frenzy, I dare,
dazzle me with your glare
.
Overwhelming moon
such a romantic delirium
alluring shooting stars I seek,
my voice to them wishes to speak.
.
The night lost the blues,
magic labyrinth lost the clues
royal keys were once stolen
enchanted tower got broken
.
Affectionate soul, my Amber Angel
the sharp flakes and memories
scattered they must be
through the silky roses once loved
close by our Enchanted Tree

© Christina Philipe
Mini Singh Mar 2015
This...
Us.  
Was never suppose to happen,
to taste nectar from you, to taste what I've always yearned
Addiction, to the taste of you
In my frenzy, I've lost chunks of who I am
Of where I'm going, of whom you really are
I've lost my center and allowed the plummet
Bruises left scars  
that didn't stop me from reaching
Nor being molded for you,  
I've liked it.  
Thoughts echoes in my head
only a taste of you brought my descendant  
leaving me in a state of jelly limbs and uncontrollable emotions
no rational thinking to stop the exploration of your hands inside
Nor stop you from dropping me to the floor
Nor banging against cabinets
Nor the plunging of head first diving for my yearnings
My daily supplies of drug dose
My dopamine, my oxytocin, 20 seconds worth of pleasure
My daily supply
Nor to stop me from running after you when you couldn't care less
I think I finally understand why people run away from love
It's terrifying
for,
I've lost myself to you
Rhianecdote Feb 2015
Playing a solo game of frustration, I embrace cowardice as I constantly back away from confrontation, rage simmering in the alienation, mars attacks, scars attach and no manipulation can stop their  compression of my circulation,
Heart stops and my brains on a feeding frenzy from starvation, out of blood so I'm out for blood, count on assassination no resuscitation
Try to reassess the situtuation but the deliberate deliberation just seems like procrastination, open to stipulation , stitch it up and look at my creation, a Frank-enstein abomination and there's no time for negotiation 
I'm on trial and the tribulation
Leaves me heading to an unknown destination...

**A Destination Unknown
Though this Hate was Home grown
Undercover rapper aspirations. Cause one would love to spit bars on the Mic like Tyson especially when one is ****** the *******! But where does all this pent up anger lead... Hopefully a successful rapping career!
Dark soul Feb 2015
The words come flowing out  when the blood is boiling under.  That is when vengeance comes to rescue your soul
longing to fulfill our thirst .
I just want to strike him with my rage
and want to literally burn him into ashes just so that I can roll into those, deathlike corporeal ruins
leaving soul frenziedly lust of mine to satiate .
I want to hold some of his powdery residual remains
as the rest
just scatters by ;
staring at my ascendancy.
Till then let another par of anger pile up and
get that load off
with my bare hands ,
bathing in the
pleasant sight of his blood stains .
My vendatta would be eternally be lasting even in afterlife .
After all it is a fight of a soul to get his righteous stand someday and may that be by ,
                            
                             A
                        DEATH
                            OF
                           THE
                        OTHER
                          ONE
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