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Deep Feb 2023
Wrapped around the trunk
snake-like,
I taste the venom of my own tongue,
I lick the skin
in search of an antidote,
My last breath simulating the first
doubles the thirst to live,
But alas!
My love forsakes me to death
trunk was her thigh where this poem was written I recall the blak ink splintered around like a snake. I was no poet only her lover
need to get it out my system
spill these words in the dark
though they're out of sync and rhythm
but when our lips lock; im melting

when our eyes meet; im sinning
a deep emerald lagoon
i couldn't help but drown in
but then you showed me i could swim

parts disappear, we're under the same skin
where nowhere, everywhere & in-between
the things i hold inside comes unfolded
our breaths are held, tongues tied together

under this crescent moon you're mine to hold
under my scarred arms you can stay
under each inhales/exhales i will take you in
like a flowing ember back to its fiery hearth
Odd Odyssey Poet Dec 2022
New flesh
nudist art next to a pretty dress
as a naked eye sees want it wants to see

A little of an unexplored world in between
—ironically a queen on her knees
A flowing river; centre tongue licking drips
of a honey cup
Tip toeing sounds, silently in their subtle
under the secret sheets towing the sky

A mist for night; a mister of the charges
—who leads who
Being lonely for two, been through a
misconception of missing you

So I just sit, waiting in this empty room
Mystic Ink Plus Aug 2022
If you can invite me
Wholeheartedly

Invite me to your thoughts
And with all my might
An aesthetic senses
Let me be
In my own way

In all the sulci
And the gyri
Synapse the nerves
Of sensory delight
Transcendent realm
Of heart, body and mind
Cross the elemental avenue
Where solely
Soul resides
With the sacred worship
And the exquisite conscience
Let me lighten up
Letting your spirit high
Nothing much....
Immerse yourself
Like yesterday
And always

If you can invite me
Wholeheartedly
Invite me to your thoughts
Genre: Clinical Abstract
Theme: Just Being
Gem Palomar Jun 2022
pleasantly bothered,
with ***** came a violent lust,
honeysuckle, you suckled me
thunders struck as bodies aligned,
tongues entwined

I rocked with your rhythm,
your fingers had me opening up
like I was among the Primroses
you stroked at night
drunken eyes, gasping mouths

savage, reluctant, insatiable
you are, while I was, and still am
bewildered, dazed, but unfazed.
with the intoxication of spirits,
came a heavenly sin
Kewayne Wadley Jun 2022
My pillow misses you
more than I do.
The way you taste, the way you feel
Your kiss echoes goodnight.
A sheep lost it's way to the moon
tonight.
We both lie awake waiting for you
The last thought before
falling asleep.
If it seemed I never missed you
you're sadly mistaken &
everything in between
Kewayne Wadley Jun 2022
I come to life when you touch me
Fluent & continuous.
You've unzipped my lips and tossed
them to the side.
I've never fallen &
been caught so freely.
I've never paid attention to how
flat the world really was.
A jagged peninsula
Eloped in oceans embrace
Curved in explosion.
Sometimes it feels like I am
Drowning.
I've never paid attention to how
flat the world really is
Chipped off, covered by you
falling deeper into you
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