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Shadow Dragon Apr 2018
From the cranium
to the metatarsals.
I dare you to be careful.
Or drown me in ******.

He went from the femur
upwards my symphysis *****.
Looking beyond the cutis.
Or does he wish to view the pure.

Slightly touching with the phalanges
pressure building from the carpal.
Hiding the face under a parcel.
Or is the phase under changes.

Cramps in the tarsals
going up to the tibia.
For him it's a game of trivia.
Or is he fighting marshals.

He bites down into the clavicle
pain and pleasure going to the scapula.
He breaths vernacular.
He and I are flammable.

Bones to break.
What a piece of cake.
Ram B Apr 2018
Why are you judged
To be bad
When you feel
So good?
Whose creation are you
And what are you intended for?

Is it only my perception of you
That makes you bad?
Or my judgment
Of myself
To be unworthy
Of your delight?

Are you too good
for this conditional world?
Am I ready for the answer
That comes from within?
or still scared of the truth
that you're beautiful?

Is it freedom
that gives pleasure?
Is it freedom
that brings joy?
or is it just love
after all?
Paul Butters Apr 2018
Spoon me some soothing sounds.
Make me swoon though it’s not even June.
Croon beneath the moon
Amongst flowers in bloom.
For summer soon will loom.
Heat will hit us:
Boom!

No more gloom and doom.
See the Peacock’s plume.
Toast the bride and groom.
People passing from womb to tomb.
A Spring-cleaning broom
To clean the room.

What a boon.
A beach with many a dune,
Behind a cool lagoon.
Time to play another soothing tune.

Let dormant corms awaken
In the warm
Before the storm
While insects swarm.

Let babes be born
To fields of corn
In the early morn.

Blow your horn,
Your hair all shorn
Wearing nothing torn or worn.

Such fun to play with words like this.
For me it’s like a blissful kiss.
Not a thing to find remiss,
Or lightly dismiss,
Miss.

Well that’s the end of all my play.
So that will do,
At least for today.

Paul Butters

© PB 27\4\2018.
Wordplay.
Aa Harvey Apr 2018
****** Vampire


You hide behind the darkened skies;
In pale moonlight, I see your eyes.
You hypnotize me with just one glance;
Then I am forever more, your man.


My Dark Angel of Death has come,
To give me immortality.
My Beauty of the Dark has come,
To truly love and save me.


My Queen of All and Everlasting Love,
I kneel before you and beg for your touch.
One stroke of pleasure, in one finger tip,
Before my death from your vampire kiss.


I give you my life, My Gothic Wife,
For you gave me our child and made me cry with a smile;
But still, we love the blackened skies.
The memories of giving life to our child.


That one night of love, that lasted forever.
The Child, our pride, shall never be severed,
From the umbilical cord which binds our family.
You give me life after death.  I give you my love eternally.


For never again, will I meet such a vision of beauty.
Forever more, I shall see you with piety.
Devoted to you, my Goddess of Love.
I offer you my soul and beg for your endless hug.


Entrapped together, I wish us to become.
I see in your eyes, you too, are in search of love.
So I swear to you, my Dark Angel of the Night,
I shall always love you, in the afterlife.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Sam Apr 2018
Utterly breath-taking,

Haunting, bittersweet

Poignant and Gorgeous

Life matters

Love is everything
Umi Apr 2018
Feelings, the treasure of ones heart,
A flame, cast ablaze by the purity of righteousness, warm alike sunlight, yet not as burning or uncomfortably hot if exposed too long,
As embracing, as a motherly tugging hug, full of love and dearness,
It feels so gentle, like a soft breeze, sweetly touching the blossoming petals, after a soft rain pours water over their delicate, little bodies,
So warm, as if enlightment were close to reach beyond the border of consciousness, growing strong and happy, alike a peach tree,
Celestial is what it tastes like, sweeping over my transience in awe,
It is but an emotion, which would soften a stone hard heart and make it alike cotton and wonderfully sweet as candy from amongst heaven,
Inner peace, served on a golden plate behind a courtain of sunlight, describing the greatest pleasure,your drink and thankfulness for what you have, without greed, the desire to have more, despising violence,
And even though humans will keep on living, such whilst being in a wretched, poor state, destined to fight on and hope for the better,
Living, is what I find very beautiful.


~ Umi
Haylin Apr 2018
Wetter than any weather
the better the wetter
deeper than any sea
shaved perfectly; lovely
lips that tightly squeeze
my hard rod and pleasure me
plush gush running a stream
delicious taste; fulfilling my need.
Haylin Apr 2018
Her legs stretched out.
His palms wrapped around her hips.
Her body clung to his.
His breathing calm.
She feels his pace,
as their bodies embrace,
paralyzed by pleasure,
encapsulated forever.
"Everyone deserves
to meet that person
that makes them quiver."
ms reluctance Apr 2018
A certain pleasure
seeps throughout my arid soul
when the rain gently
coaxes the unyielding earth
till it is lush and verdant.
NaPoWriMo Day 20
Poetry form: Tanka
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