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Kewayne Wadley Sep 2020
I've taken delicate walks
Where my hand
meets the arch of your back
& I've drowned
In the aroma of the sun kissed sun.
You've caressed in an whisper
where me myself & my thoughts
linger.
The foliage of your lips
Against the edge of my ear.
To where my memories of you are open ended
and bruised by the sigh of a thorn
Covered in black lace.
The glow of blackberry petals
in the September sun.
I've massaged your feet in the soil of my hands
& rested your back against the bend of fingers
Free to stand and grab the sun
against the side of your neck.
Next to my clothes
on the hardwood floor
Next to your blackberry lipstick
on the night stand
where we causally thirst in epiphany
spread far & wide
Over by the Mason jar filled with
Water.
Over by the night stand
Where you & I delicately walk inside
Each other
Roro Aug 2020
Sweet melting ice cream
Sunrise beamed in blue and pink
Snowflakes drizzling, a silent scream
Soft pillows for her cheek to sink
Scents filling her nose like a sweet stream
Lying in her same bed
Eyes open but not awake
Senseless to her frozen core
Not sure if it’s all fake
Her reality now a distant dream
Memories of the world she made, erased
The rainbow sprinkled donut that was her life
She couldn’t recognize or taste
Derealization can make someone feel the world and life they built around them is not real, like living in a hazy dream in an unrecognizable place.
Just Grace Aug 2020
take sips sip sips
tumble down the flowers
bundled in white towels at
my rose hips
from raised graves
velvet hearse
sandstone paves
push away stones along way

soothe
change patterns
surprise
break the consonance
act-like defiance
it's harder than we thought
hurry
get back to the tower
don't choke on the pink powder
before I get there

complex lush
doesn't need any soldiers
off horse, of course
only I reside in these gardens
part my own lawns to my great gates
a dosed beast waits
and I must return
based off of a dream
Mitch Prax Aug 2020
X
I love you sober
I love you high-
you have a kiss
that money can't buy.
Athira Vijayan Aug 2020
How I am aware of each of your moves,
Undoubted
Your fingers drawing my imperfections so flawless
The inexorable yet calm breathes
Like scared ghosts in haunted rooms
Our teeth trying to elude the fated collisions
But tongues worn out of untying themselves
Sometimes lost in the abyss of your elfin face
Sometimes returning with a smidgen of yourself
I could feel the earth stopping it's boring rotation
And resolving to a rhythmic oscillation
My eyes burn from the ocean over my eyelids,
The knots in my chest untangling with it's each beat
As if the pernicious inhabitants started to vacate their indefinite abode
Our rained bods sailing,unbridled, to the irreparable wounds,
Caressing them to axe the pain we cached so perfect
The meekness of your kiss edging the reality a little further each time
The familiar savour of yours filling my nostrils
Elating my senses and drowning me in it
I close my eyes, hard , in a rapture of pain
And hang to the hollows of your ridge

Do your craters ache?
But we now look like parts of a one
Perfectly glued to finish the tangram.
pragya santani Aug 2020
I want to scale your every inch
From head to toe, mouth to chin
Your arms against my heart as they clinch
Sending shivers down under your skin

To grasp your neck & take you whole
Ravish your senses as you endlessly moan
As I explore your body & take my leisurely stroll
I take you down an alley alone

Raw passions threaten to explode
An insatiable feast
You scream out our safe code
Piercing warmth  
As our bodies sin
You finish, before I even begin.
Mitch Prax Jul 2020
Your lips-
the doorway to that special place
I have made my home.
There's nowhere I feel safer than
beneath the roof of your tongue,
within the walls of your mouth.
We store our treasured memories
in the attic and
house the butterflies in the basement.
At last,
I am home.
Phillip Knox Jul 2020
I first scoped your ***

the glare of a gaze

moving up your chest

so clear, my thoughts could touch your *******.

My heart pulsated

as with rhythmic muse

like a sonata created

within shades of midnight blue.

The appeal of your pose

enticing, like fire red diamonds

you burn my soul

giving me new strange desires.

Your lust of naked pipe dreams

henna in your hair

touched by falling sunbeams

how it flared.

I stared, resistless

like a moth burned by light

your hips paralyzed me

at first sight.

I'm caught in a haze

your beauty with complexity

got me caressing you, finessing you

out of your satin white *******.

Your naval exposed in this place

and from the heat you perspire

sultry, exotic of taste

as I take you ever so higher.

**** in your own right

from head to toe

beautiful, everything fine

you should know-

you move me like strong ****

floating, intoxicated, choking

on the pearl of your seas

the dynamics, motion, dreams.

Your lips are of honey

tantalizing my mind

and your walk is all to me something

when you come by.

Silver moons at your feet

as I penetrate your garden

potent, you reek

the scent of aromatic blossoms.

Digging deep between your thighs

I can make lava flow

seismic reactions

till your soul rise.

I can bring you to ******

in this *** love, wet

****** positions

till ******* your brain affects.

Let me explore your mind

the distance to the size

till fluid flows down your legs

like the Niagara Falls.

I'll make you weak,

your body hot

like saffron... take flight

as I lick your thighs tonight.

Your ******* turgid

like grapes from the vine

I can be your dream lover

and each emotion define.

In the ****

me and you

foreplay on your *******

as ****** movements come in rhythms.

Do you feel me

I can see us clearly

me bouncing your pretty ***

in the moonlight.

Every deep stroke

poetry I wrote

pushing with intensity

till you moan.

This passion is strong

in and out till dawn

all around till you ***

call my name thereof.

You're fine, no lie

your form inviting

I can't stop writing

these seductive lines.

Your fingers outline my chest

the strength, virility

your submission demands

with each caress.

She is of regal beauty

Nefertiti of sunlight shades

and nights of seduction

only perfects her way.
Mitch Prax Jul 2020
The lust you feel
is nothing more than
the need for physical validation
that you are still desirable
to replace the emotional
rejection of being
unlovable.
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