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June Feb 6
falling under your spell
like an insect attracted to light

catching feelings
like people are catching flights

getting attached to you
like a limpet sticks to a dogs fur

breaking like a branch
hitting the ground after a big storm

empty like a dried up river
gone to ruin from unrelenting heat
That's what happens every single time - it's like an never ending circle
دema flutter Aug 2020
it did not make
me stronger,

it made me break
in new ways
every single time
it trespassed,

it made me adapt
to itself,
camouflage it with its
very antithesis,

and when it had left,
it made me unable to
be the same person I was
before meeting it,

everything but it
felt unwarranted,
barely recognizable
unbearable.
Myat Thwe Naing Jul 2019
For all my sadness, i wish
For one day to find peace
And comfort in the sweet embrace
Of someone i love.

Cuz for all my sadness,
I know it’s part of life.
I just wish i werent so alone to go through it.
NuBlaccSoul Jan 2016
Till you can’t walk
Till you are sore,
Yet still smiling
from the thrilling experience,
Till you are sweating pleasure
from every pore.
Till your breath murmurs
my first name with every inhale
Till my voice is the only sound
your ears need to hear.

i would
rest my head on your breast
and listen
Enjoy the sweet tunes composed by
every noted word you harmonize

Tales of your life stories before they became entwined with mine
Narratives about your dreams
About who breaks your glassy heart
And what tickles your eye-ducts
into opening a flood of tears.

an inner world of wishes
she deserves beautiful things,
The Nubian Queen,
Sunflower Child.

~ New-Black-SoUl #NBS
inspired and dedicated to my muse - a banquet of beauty, a model of black excellence and a colourful character and a bubbly spirit. God bless her soul.
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(c) 2016. Phila Dyasi. All Rights Reserved. Intellectual property of author.
Tumimchunu Aug 2015
Your kisses are like 90s RnB,
Slow and Sensual,
Your touch is like poetry,
Makin' me drift from the usual.
My mind, soul, body,
Being elevated by an individual,
But what can I say?
Cos I'm enjoying being taken away ...
It hasn't been once but thrice,
So you'd think I've had enough now,
Yet everytime I still get enticed,
whenever you're around.
My emotions are in full flight,
and I don't want them coming down.
There's nothing I can say,
Because I'm enjoying being taken away ...

— The End —