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Styles Mar 2017
I want to take your attention
and send in a direction
that takes you away
and changes you mindset
for the rest of the day

the thoughts alone
leaving you in disarray
getting you hot
your ***** simmer
the longer the thoughts saute

looking at the clock
as the seconds slowly tick away
imagining my fingers
as they slowly strip away
the folds of your clothes
right down to your lingerie
slowly I impose, as I take the long way

watching you implode, got me thinking you want to play
fingers linger up your thighs as they park valet
triggers trigger your insides, and your body will obey
these thoughts I portray, in a portrait way
got your body speaking languages, how ever they may convey
I read every single word elaborately;  until you are my favorite essay
Styles Dec 2017
Hands all over
heart beat racing
pulse pulsing
pacing with haste
the moment heavier than our breathing
our clothes the only thing leaving
minds lost souls drunk
our vibes feeling the funk
eye contact touching each other
lips tongue tied
*** on our minds
legs wrapped in each other
love makin the best even better
Neo Nov 2017
It was the first time
The first time words felt
Like sparks "clearing" electric charges
To each individual I found residing in my womb
Creating heat signatures, dripping sleeves of string
Off of their tiny bodies that defy gravity
Unveiling the beauty of a sensation
Never known before she said
Those Three Words.
Words left too familiarised
That used to echo numbingly
Like the violent stab of a harmless ghost.

It was my first time,
The first time a simple gaze & touch
Would increase the tempo
of the small set in timpani
Beating this double crotchet rhythm
Behind it's natural cages
First time I'd felt so excited
First time I'd felt so scared

The first time
Words sent sparks to awaken the creatures in my womb
The first time the timpani behind my ribs beat from seeing her in the same room
The first time
Those Three Words
Gave me butterflies
I'm so happy it was with you.
Timpani = my heart
"Clearing" = like a defibrillator machine
Jamie Lee Sep 2017
She always said I was strong,
and I never believed her.

I still don't.

I count on my best friend,
to tell me how it is.

She tells me I'm strong,
I think I understand....
I can always make the hard choices.

Even if it hurts.

The most recent choice,
was the hardest yet.

If you love someone,
let them go, they say.

I let her go...

She wouldn't admit it,
but things were bad.
I became a stranger-
to myself.

I couldn't love her enough,
because I'm angry all the time.
I couldn't help myself,
because I worry about her.

She doesn't understand;
she thinks we can manage.

But why?
Why should she manage?
Why should I manage?

Why can't we live?
For ourselves.

I've always said,
you never know what will happen,
and that everything,
happens for a reason - whatever that may be.

Maybe...one day,
in the future,
I will be ready for her.

She is amazing,
and now...
she's gone.
I no longer know who ya heart beats for
Who ya soul screams for
who ya naps dream for
who ya body needs for
Who ya times free for

before i find out
I want our spark to be restored
Replenished & refreshed
Id rot away without ya sweet flesh
& kind hearted gestures
Youve fulfilled me
Like pirates are by treasures
& Taken my heart to unmet measures
Jamie Lee Sep 2017
So often in life, we face crossroads;
never knowing which path to take,
or where each path takes us.

Sometimes, we stumble onto them,
other times we run for them,
but either way, we keep moving.

How do you decide which path?
Are the decisions weighed,
or are they just made?

Do you trust your instincts?
Follow your heart?
Listen to your brain?

Which one is right?

Fear.
It's always there.

Fear of making a mistake;
of failing.

Fear of loss;
emptiness.

Yet, there's also hope.

Hope, that it will be better,
that it's for the best.

Hope, for a brighter path.

Hope, that the change,
is worth the pain.

How do you decide?

You must listen,
to everything inside.

Then take it,
one day at a time.
It's never easy at the end. But the end is always another beginning.
Ayodeji M Jul 2017
Don't take all of me.
I don't know who else I will be.
But if you may do,
then please,
share a part of you.
Andrew T Sep 2016
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We first met at Arlington Drafthouse on a Saturday night. You were dressed in clothes white as snow. After the open mic we shared a kiss and spent the whole night and the next morning together. I remember when you told me you loved me for the first time and I finally felt safe and wanted for a long time. Over the course of almost two years, we've traveled around Washington DC, took a spontaneous trip to richmond, and saw numerous movies from Elysium to The Imitation Game. When I was selling cars, we ate sushi twice a week; when I worked as a canvasser we shared pizza on your bedroom eating off of paper plates. I've made you feel irritated, loved, appreciated, mad, and happy. You've introduced me to countless friends and I've introduced you to my world of poetry and storytelling. I enjoy blowing your belly button and hearing you say, "eek." My family opened their arms to you and your family has cooked me dinner and given me gifts. Loyalty is the first word that comes to mind when I think of your pretty face. You're older and wiser than me and I'm goofier and clumsier than you. We've broken up in the sunshine and reconnected back in a thunderstorm. So I pray for the raindrops to come crashing down when you're hurt, so that I can dry the tears off of your eyes. Drinks upon drinks; beer, liquor, and shots we've shared with friends of all ages and nationalities and sexes to celebrate life and its beauty. I've broken promises and you've broken my heart before. But with each break we've come together even stronger in our bond and I thank my mother for teaching me to fight for what I desire. Remember going to see John Mayer at Jiffy **** and drinking bud light margaritas? Or playing tennis in the spring afternoon when no one was on the courts and being happy and sad on the weekends when tragedy hit on the the news broadcasts? How about me cooking you spaghetti because that's the only dish I know how to make. We've created a life together through memories and dreams and months of stories. You hate it when I snore at night and I hate it when you stare intently into your phone. Your heart is bigger than my ego and my drive is bigger than your fears. The time we've shared together is important and indispensable. I hope I'm a kind and generous person and above all a good boyfriend. It takes a lot to build a relationship and so little to break another persons trust. What I'm trying to say is I love you very much. And from the bottom of my heart grow better and more valuable as wine grows with age so do you.
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