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ChrisV May 28
We lie entwined in bed sheets,
Saturated with our sweat.
Pungent scents of *** and wet,
My lips still on your neck.
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Tracing streams of *****,
My tongue across your breast.
Your ***** swell is quick’ning,
My ****, your lips, our breath.
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Pelvis slowly thrusting,
Head swimming through your lips.
Hips bucking from desire,
Slit gliding shaft to tip.
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Chests are steady heaving,
Arms wrapped ‘round bodies drenched.
Hands groping ***** firmly,
Eyes closed our mouths enmeshed.
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Bodies met so many times,
Passion aching as before.
I need you, crave you, love you,
I lust you, even more.
Not wedded to the title.
I loved I lusted yes,
I learned that love was much,
Better than raw lust.
She pulled me out of a cycle of chasing. She's my pour into pan.
snipes Feb 7
Don’t get fooled.
Magic and voodoo,
don’t go on getting fooled.
Internet schemes and everyday memes,
don’t go on getting fooled.
A heart in a persons trust,
nah, no don’t go getting fooled.
Love and lust,
yeah a mfer got fooled.
Space time suspending a soul on a spool.
The Lords 7 days meeting String Theory’s ways.
These are things my heart foolishly feels these days.
As my brain thinks death will be my last friend, I’ll know.
My soul extends the vibrations cruising in different solars.
I’ll be with the fooled focused on chasing another chance of feeling life over.
Ignata Jan 29
Men. Boys. Small obsessions.
I want to be free of them.
Of me?

I get too drunk too quickly. Too excited.
A sloppy kiss in a badly lit kitchen can unlock something deep inside me.

A flicker of waking desire.
Nothing tastes better than a secret.

Nothing better than the soft touch of the lips you are supposed to stay away from.
I trace my fingers over the questions he smeared all over me.

Always cold and restless. How can I stop it?
Do I want it to stop when I’m this young and problematic?
  
Hungry for emotion, I want to get drunk off others' lips.
I want to wander in the drunken haze cloaked in the smoke of gossip.

A word from him. Hell of a digital rollercoaster.

I am easily hooked, always happy to surrender. Does he want me enough to keep me stable for a few weeks?

Do I love him? Do I hate him?
I only need him.

Is this inspiration or pure desperation?
Should I be grateful or furious?
For now, I am both.
  
Is this the burden of inadequacy that comes with being a poet?
Are we the most shallow of all?

What if this tumultuous destruction of my fevered ***** mind proves itself completely pointless?

I am made out of buzzing question marks.
  
My heart is on the verge of exploding.
My stomach is corroded with terror.
I can only handle this much.

I can’t do this anymore.

This is the best thing that has ever happened to me.
Anna Menelaou Jan 28
Daisy
My Daisy
Please help me to face me
The ache is incomplete
When you don’t talk to me
Please my daisy
Grab me
And taste me
Show me the self
I’ve been hiding
Daisy
My sweet perfume
Put the dagger in my heart
And push me to the edge
So I can see the darkness
One last time
I feel  your tears talking to me softly
While you drink my thoughts
Stay with me and heal
My torturous mind
I have an ego that despises
Anything natural
But you seem like the only thing
Nature ever taught me
You feed me
You starve me
You **** me
You resurrect me
I wish you hated me
Then you could also love me
Be my metaphor
And correct my existence
Make me unnatural
You devious poison
Drink every last drop of me
And let me be devoured by
Your incorrections
And I’ll give you my flowers
And my costumes
My marionettes
And my muses
The helpless breath I exhale
When you stare at me
While I exasperate
consuming your adoration
Oh Daisy
I’m  sorry for my tiring existence
Please long for my alteration
Long that I’m a narcissist
Shout at me
Make me cry
Let me be the one
That will take your life
Become the winter
I live in
And the spring I’ll never meet
Daisy you make me ill
Be a star and I’ll turn into your dust
Be a siren and entangle me with your song
Be the concept of time and I’ll make sure
To travel around your numbers to confuse you
Be space and I’ll create innumerable dimensions
To endanger your stability
Be a ghost and I’ll be the psyche you left behind to haunt you
Let me be insufferable
Please hate me, Daisy
Please lie to me and tell me you hate me
Make me your friend
And be my muse
Be my friend
Make me your muse
Spring tears into our eyes
As if we saw our worlds begin
After the summers we protected






We’ll be nothing more than memories
To an invented chaos
The spells we put upon our unhealed obsessions
To make them immortal
How immoral of us
To believe that love like ours
Could defeat the hatred we would draw towards each other
My little daisy
We’re bad people
We crave for desperation
We argue with the mornings
Because they’re too exhaustive for our hollow night blinded minds
Dance with me one last time
As the light we both hate showers us with
Desire
We lost the love in the night
Desire Daisy
Dance with me in the deathly reality of ours
And do as I plead
And I’ll do as you order
Daisy
I imagine this poem as a love letter from a vampire to his lover, experiencing unreciprocated love because they're physically and mentally hurting each other. On the other hand it's just a poem showing how humans view love as a painful and self harming, addicting feeling they cannot escape
Cut the Music, let the Nights play –
Resting my mind in the tune of Your sweet voice
Cushions and songs; the city lights Purr
Always so Curious about what happens in its
Streets – like a cat at any twitching thing
          
As I searched for the key to all her lost dreams;
Tears in their place, those Girls lost in city streets
The Room was messy, a light bulb barely flickered
In the dark nobody sees your tears, Your forced smiles
Yet, we always know that silhouette touch of a body

Sadly, curiosity seduced Me; loneliness consumed Me
Gentle perfume pulled me inside, to Sweetened eyes
My cold heart was Searching, that it sank in warm music
Under the Canopy shade of covered sheets, vowing never
To leave –
Renan Jan 24
Knock knock

Who's There?

It’s Lust

What do you want from me?

I want you to have *** with your girlfriend,
the one that you are cuddling right now
Ravage her body
And make sure her thou

Why would I do so?
Respect to her I owe

All your friends have done it,
Why should you be any different?
They laugh behind your back
Don’t you see it’s urgent?

Why does it matter what my friends have done?
Their mistake is theirs alone

You are already 17,
It's about time you became a real man
You're already late
You should do it while you can

I’m only 17, there is no need to rush
The time will be right, with rings, rice, and such

It will feel good
Why must you wait?
You could have her right now
Your carnal desires you should sate

My desires don’t rule me
Patience is key

Why do you hesitate?
Do you not love her?
Do you not find her attractive?
Her body is yours to conquer

I do love her,
So what we have I will not taint
I’ll wait until the time is right
And for us, I will show restraint

Why do you not fall to temptation?
What keeps you so strong in your station?

I’m guided by the Lord
Begone Lust
Return to Hell
Return my peace, and become dust
Major rework after a horrendous first draft
Renan Jan 23
My mind is a crystal-clear pond
All the dirt has settled at it’s depths

Because from lust and sin, I’ve run away
And oh so far I’ve tried to stay

But you’ve jumped in the pond
And stirred it’s waters

What was clear is now muddled
And lust is back, at full throttle
The idea behind this poem was:
Love is chaotic, and it takes away your peace.
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