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Cné Nov 2018

She makes love to him with words
spilling ink of passion on paper.
She creates the sensual mood
with each stroke of her pen
splattered on the sheets.
She caresses his flesh
in every love letter.
She kisses up and down his
length in sentences and prose.
She tastes all his masculine scent
without ever speaking a word.
She bites his lip and tilts her
hips in between the lines.
She paints a picture that
makes him hard  for his
release and it only
took her mind.

Tianna Jacquez Nov 2018
Help me understand the method to your madness.
Take me on a journey to where your thoughts and desires thrive.
Be the open page my eyes gaze upon.
You are my favorite book.
Batool Oct 2018
She housed in her mind
a different world;
And in her eyes,
abyss !!
Grace E Wagner Oct 2018
everyone wants to be
EXTRAORDINARY.

significant
glorified
and memorable

I would be lying to you
If I told you I was any different

though lately,
I've been thinking a lot about
SAFETY.

how swallowing your
electric individuality
and concealing your
perfect imperfections
hurts less.

because when you are

silent
submissive
and forgettable

you don't need to worry
about people taking
more of you
then you want to give.

they don't want it anymore.
darling, you've done a number on me.
Grace E Wagner Oct 2018
time is always moving forward
and everything  changes
but what is meant to remain consistent
is still unclear.
a little 4 liner for ya :)
Mystic Ink Plus Sep 2018
If only
Someone senses
Unsaid
Unseen
Either he(she) is a mad
Or a poet(Poetess)
Or could be the both

A test
Is enough
Pour some liquid in a glass
Ask, what do you see?

I don’t know what
Mad replies

Poet(Poetess) never makes
Let you down
When he(she) is full,
He(She) sees half empty
When he(she) is thirsty,
He(She) sees half filled

Only if
You are sensible enough
You will know

When to add
More liquid
Genre: Abstract
Theme: Is the glass half-filled or half-empty?
Mystic Ink Plus Sep 2018
Don't cry

Still they exist
For what they have left

The Precious Ink
Genre: Observational
Theme: Writer as such is not a face or a body, they are words, a precious one. Writing stays, thoughts get life.
nish Aug 2018
was i born a poet
or did i become one
i suppose,
these stars were always enchanting
but only now did i learn
how to express that.
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