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Paul C Jan 2018
A hitch in the breath,
Static flickers into the dim-
My eyes turning blind,
I search for an answer within.

Waning poetic
Under the waxing moon’s light of shining,
I dig into my skull
To pull out a sentiment once again.

Surely, a sign of stopping-
Heartbeat elevates, blood rising;
Mind in hyper-mode,
Ready to explode.

I’m neither drunk nor sober,
A state in between,
Whirling and racing
My thoughts
never
over.
Rick Warr Dec 2017
man and woman are one
when wooing alchemy is done
when what is man is
wanted so bad by woman

and what is woman
is wanted so bad by man

touch and tease
tantalise and squeeze
till joined in genital congregation
speaking tongues of lustful sensation
become feverishly driven
in procreational oblivion
till peaks are reached
till urges are beached

but fluids are blended
and the seed is sown
deep inside
where it may be grown
Gabriel burnS Oct 2017
My amputee heart
Recognized its long lost
Severed limb
A recurring phantom
Of a feeling
Naturally grown
Excised at its ripe
That you were the root
And the blossom
The marrow of the joint

How come... so well preserved...
Frozen? For so long.
Perhaps it still demands
To serve a purpose
One that hasn’t coped
With moving on
Free from projections,
Lumps, or indentations

Epidermis database is
Environmental interface

Temperature regulation
Largest ***** for sensation

Sun spit kisses
Bespeckle adventitious

Seven layer enchantment
Remmy Oct 2017
There's a sensation in my *******
It's annoying and raw
They tell me it's just cause I have to ***
But to me it's all wrong
It associates itself with hands on my thighs
With unwanted whispers in my ear
With a finger in me
A finger that is not mine

There's a sensation in my *******
That makes me feel unsafe
It makes me want to chop it off so I never feel again
It makes me leave my body
It makes me never want to come back
It makes me want to cry
It makes me want to die
I've been having dissociative episodes, we think it's because I was ***** at some point in my life but can't remember it
joel jokonia Oct 2017
Candles lit, music is right
I ve got plans to ****** you tonight
I’m in charge today, the fear of yesterday has passed away

So I hold your thoughts strong and push them against the wall
With such physic, no technique at all
Physic, when I am so skinny u laugh
But yes this mind does penetrate through souls
Today I am here for yours

So I gently place my finger on your **** lips
I whisper love me I insist
You sit
There with your eyes on me but um on this stage lonely
And um checking you out

Hopefully when um done
I would ultimately pleasured you in your head
So since its my time now
I pound you as I please
And your Please
Stop I ignore
Cause today um in control
That sweet wet hole of yours I explore
Slowly while you on fours

I pause for you to catch a breath
Your knees are weak
These phrases I speak
Your eyes are daring
Pacing faster now
Scream, as our body tears rub
Scream its okay
I have reached ******
Poetry such a sensation
I have come
um done
We shall meet another day
Jace Kassem Sep 2017
when my lips are spoiling your skin
don't think i'm detached.
my chest would hammer
driving the nails even deeper
(is that what the hollow in heart is?)
as my breath crawls onto your collarbone
and my fingers draw figures onto your *******
my hair would brush across your chin
my hair would coil around your fingers
and my life would coil around your bones
Mystic904 Sep 2017
Feeling the lovely cool breezes
Cracking jokes, can't hold sneezes
Magical touchy scents the wind releases
Healing the hearts, broken into pieces
Drizzle drops splashing over the faces
Aromas like jasmine savoured by the gazes
Millions of things to enjoy if one traces
So lost, just eyed the wet inked pages
My pen aside, staring the lovely horse races
Laughing, conversing like never in the ages
Dancing the winds, roaming around places
Gazing with smiles at what the rabbit chases

Weights off the chest, lying in solace
***** doltish thoughts all erased
Humor spread in the roots of the heavenly place
Just the perfect definition of a colourful space

Watery turf in palms with tight brace
The period's short, no time to waste
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