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Maria Jan 22
I’m gonna lie on your shoulder.
I’m so calm on it.
I don’t feel pain of my body.
I’m so peaceful indeed.

I’m gonna nuzzle into
The bush of your hair in whole.
I’ll smell the almond flavor
And that’s all I need at all.

I’m gonna hug me by your hands.
And lose in embrace! Don’t speak!
Don’t remove your hands! I please you!
They are my love coverlid.
must you love me – accident prone; it could be my
clumsy self that made me fall in love. you hate smokers,
around you; I really hope I’m not too much of a drag
yet the laughter, and the sun follow you around like
smoke– addicted, they must love you

And she asked me:
“darling, do you think you could handle me,”

while twisting my thoughts by the handle to my heart’s
door – that’s my handful; being handy to remind you,
your eyes are beautiful. but I always seem too naked with my
thoughts, would you bear with me, be bare with me

stripped of false disguise – let me know your inner child from
your mother’s womb. the heat of your body that fires the spark
between us both; aroused in your presence, and yearning for
more, by the lack there of.

pen words of worth to penetrate your thoughts, rising
up in anticipation to that sensual mountaintop, as your
passion is to spasm for me, in this naked trust of love
                     in this very moment, we are one.
Maria Jan 20
You are me, and a little bit more!
Voices are similar, skin color’s the same.
Eyes are like coffee, a real strong pair.
Whether it’s heaven’s favour or maybe the pain.

Our gait has the common habit.
We walk dancing measured thus,
Drawing the life’s rhythm firmly and surely.
This bit is known for two of us.

If you are the King, I am the Queen.
If you are right, I am left.
There’s no other playbook for us.
This is our unique fate.

I’m you, and a little bit more!
There’s no chance to fix it at all.
Thoughts and footsteps are lookalike.
I am equal to you once and for all.
Lemme break down Deez (emotions),
Cuz Da’ reality is;
I think about ya every (moment),
& ain't nobody more (important)!
Tell me if I'm in (psychosis),
Cuz FightiN’ off Deez evil (forces)
Feels Like drowning in a (ocean).
You da’ reason dat’ I've Neva’ (folded)
It’s like our souls are (interwoven).

Like We're caught up in dis net
Of love dat is (everlastiN’).
We're young N’ were fulla’ (passion).
Babygirl be my (companion)
Through all da pain N da (famine).
Anotha day I can't (imagine)-
With outtya ;Baby your (magic)!
I know u got me on da lowkey
But can we change da (dynamic)?
& if you can't , I (understand it)
There Ain't no needa (panic).
Cuz I'ma Neva (vanish)

Just promise 2 take me wittya’,
If you eva’ (parish).
Cuz Every nano (second) that you give me
I will always (cherish).
& Ima’ pray you keep (progressiN’).
When I look in yo’ (direction)
I see a heaven-sent (perfection).
I've tried (deflectiN’) all this love in my (possession)
But I simply cannot (prevent it);
I failed Everytime that I’ve (attempted).
It’s a connection, that a chemist couldn't (comprehend  it)
Being in love is not all sunshine & roses but it’s the best thing that could ever happen to a poet. I’m in love with someone that doesn’t love me back the same so I feel Psychotic sometimes. That’s what this poems about. Please like it and leave a comment
empty wrinkles in the sheets – secrets spilling from your lips;
speak of me in high regards, while digging for those words
“I love you,” that are so deep in my guts

but it takes guts to tell someone you love them, just as soon
as we’ve met – that reason that met my eyes, but is it really
meant for me – to see your real smile behind your mouth’s
many lies? we both desperately try to cut away our past,
though it's so hard, like fading your own hair the first time,
missing a few parts at the back

yet I could stare endless hours at your back – the depth of
your spine, in this empty place where you lie; in all awe of
you, I enjoyed my awe for the time. though time blushed
with me; each morning that I’m forced to leave your side,
we seem to grow even further apart

in place of our memories of last night, these empty sheets
have trapped a piece of both our hearts – but even in these
trap sheets, I still find it so hard to say, "I lov...
Maria Jan 18
And once again this look… It so attracts and lures!
I’m flowing down to him without fear and will.
I get that I will die and disappear totally,
But even so I’m humbly going there in real.

And once again these lips… My death and passion!
They touch me whole so powerfully and free.
And I’m turning all at once and irreversibly.
From giant iceberg into freshly drawn milk.

And once again these nights… Oh! Where’s my mind?
I feel as if I’m drunk and tightly witched
With magical, sweet, wily poison.
Your hugs, your caresses just robbed my sleep.

And once again I walk without fear.
I know that I will disappear, stand or fall.
But all in spite of mind and out of reason
I’m going there, where I’ll never come back from!
Mysty Monroe Jan 16
Having a Voice
Having the knowledge
They don't listen to me.
Why don't you listen
I shout in silence
Oh Why
They hear a whisper
I am standing up for myself.
With every ounce of passion
I fight through the noise.
U will hear me
I'm not to be ignored
I'm breaking down these walls
They say I'm crazy
I am a little insane
I see, I do feel, who even cares
My voice will be heard
They see, but don't feel
I know, I do feel, who even cares
My voice will be heard
Do you know where
I am from?
This is how I felt through my childhood to adulthood
Maria Jan 15
I can’t look up from you! No way!
I dig into you like a hungry beast!
I’m so little! **** little of you!
I breath in you and touch your lips!

I want to melt into your eyes,
Retain forever your heatbeat!
I really need you! Need you much!
As air to breath! As light to see!

I’m ready to run to you wherever you are!
I’m ready to crawl to you! Just call!
If you want I will be your shadow
Or I’ll wait on your side.
Don’t care at all!
This poem is about passionate love, which can destroy if it stays unfulfilled.
In the garden of emotions, love may bloom wild, a vibrant flower, tender, meek, or mild.
But deeper still, beneath the surface lies, the soil of respect, where true love’s root abides.
For love without respect, a fleeting flame, may rise in passion, but wanes the same.
Yet when respect in love’s foundation dwells, It forms a bond that time nor trial quells.

Greater than love, respect does stand, a silent guardian, a steady hand. It nurtures love, allows it space to grow, In the warm light of acceptance, it glows.
So let us plant respect first in our heart, for where it lives, true Love shall never part.
Respect is the foundation that allows love to flourish.
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