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Carlo C Gomez Apr 2021
Welcome to Misadventure, you're drawn to it in some berserk way, maybe due to it's atomic habits or technological urges,

sometimes there are cool, but irrational gun-totting robots who speak in foam, their presence detected by iron filings or teeth fillings or both or neither,

I just know there are tire tracks on your wife's new dress, the smell of gasoline coming from the guest bedroom, and a half-eaten Stouffers lasagna rotating on the record turntable,

and here a replicated version of your wife dances to the Italian Song, her ******* like lodestones, upturned and pressed together,

drawing you to them in some berserk way,
and they give such life and merriment to your brain's parcel of needles, that they prance and sway as if the devil were in them.
An absolutely drug-free inspired/written poem...Lol!
Frannie Dec 2020
There is something mesmerizing when I look into your eyes
It draws me in deeper, before I realize.

It’s as if your body is calling to me, giving me butterflies.
The soft nature of your touch just has me hypnotized.

You see, I know it’s more to you then what’s between your thighs. Your physique is nice, but your heart is the true prize.
Himaanshh Jul 2020
I wish to cling to your existence

Because your magnetism is so beautifully chaotic.
triztessa Jan 2020
You have a certain magnetism
I can't define it
I see your north and it's pointing
at my direction

I have never been this close to
falling in and out of love
within days
my heart is a stranger

I write songs to lull me to sleep
I envy the words that keep me sane
Hearing your heart beating to my voice
was all I wanted
not until yesterday

I have never been this close to you
not until yesterday you are all I want
I have never been this close to
falling in and out of love
within days

my heart is a stranger
my head is in a daze
it's raining while you're away
it's raining every day
rk May 2019
despite it all
we effortlessly end up
drawn together again
your soul pulling me in
my bones still remembering
how your touch felt
on those velvet nights
you light up my existence
and swim beneath my skin
my blood is yours.
ghost queen Jan 2019
i would look into your blue eyes looking up at me
kiss your lips still wet with wine
pull you near, against me, feel your body
taste your sweat along your neck
smell your scent, arousing, calming, reassuring
the animal inside of you
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Rowan S Jan 2019
As a paper clip
I've tried to avoid your magnetic pull
Your gentle pull
Flexing me free from my
Long established boundaries
Coaxing me
To break
Free
And now
You softly draw me into your orbit
Undeniable attraction
You are slowly teaching me
I am more
Than my
Hardened
Metal
Curves
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