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KG Jan 2021
How could I ever stand the sight,
Of myself unable to stand the sight of you?
Moonlight, oh, how it glistens across
this dew mixed sweat caressing this
liquid-like glaze your devilish form shakes I'm taken aback, simply taken with you.
Her beauty poetically contrasts with
Sounds of silent gasps
Then laughing.
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Mili Vada Apr 2019
Stare the stare and the glaze is near, move the root and the weight is there - Kiss, don’t tell and it’s all going swell - You’re flaming heart is always a dare, I punish you by giving the stare.

I move into you with full brutal force, I close up when you say it’s been hours of talk. I need to feel satisfied before I think, you don’t even mean what you just did.

By giving me all the attention I seek, you always know how to speak. You learn and you go, and you travel to learn again - But this time I mean it - It was just not mentioned then.

I see you when I speak, I tolerate your thoughts. I adore the humbug you make out of nothing. Thank you for knowing me better than yourself, this is the real stare I meant to fit with that glaze.
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018


The tongue is dipped into
sun-like ink. Prepared and
with its slick tip, it makes its  
trail from the body, to shoulder,
to neck and to lip,
Round and round, focused,
skilful.

Soft, slow and steady
upon a body of the finest ivory.
Teasing as it swirls, twists and
turns, to make a body with love
and beauty.

As it rightfully desires to be marked,
to be loved,
to be teased,
and desired.

So when the tongue moves away,
and the trail finally sets, I hold
up the bashful body as if it were
sacred. I watch it glow and
instinctively know, that
it will stand the
test of time.

A beauty above all else...


Something rather sensual about painting a ceramic bowl ;)
Lyn ***
Poetic T Oct 2017
Woven in twilights gaze
            the best words even in a haze.
Momentary crossings from each others path,
               cross and blend to mean                
                           one's momentary final glance.

And another within a hues sheen,
           will fade into the light and breath.
                        Within the sinking sullen twilight..
Saurabh Tak Aug 2016
Clutched her hand, in mine
Brushed her index, with my thumb
and finally the stupidity became words
I asked

Have been in this world for long,
I want a world of my own
Would you be that?
Would you be that?

The answer,
quite sure,
I knew before
yet

The question still lingers,
in the aura of the silence
in the beauty of the moment
in the warmth of her touch

Sheepishly she snapped,
what if, I accept
Our story 'll be,
just another one of thousands

Aye,
it 'll be one of the thousands
though
it 'll be the only one in my world.

Entangled in herself,
Beaming in her past,
the one glaze she passed
made the answer quite clear, yet

The question still lingers,
in the aura of her silence
in the beauty of the moment
in the warmth of her touch.

Saurabh.
Poetic T Feb 2016
A thought falls shattering
                     The glaze of stillness and
Ripples reach out wanting
                     The connection of a minds touch.
Aditya Shankar Dec 2015
Forgotten, in the need to have something to say
The cool whiff of silence is just a foolish child's dream
If you begin to see my eyes slowly glaze
The pause you ignore is where you'll find me.

As conversation pools into a stagnant puddle
Restless fingers flit across glowing white screens
It's the beginning of the end to all our troubles
And the sky burns purple behind clouds of cream.
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