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cleo Jan 15
(i remember…)
making out to ska with the lights on
(i remember…)
the day i finally got your pants off
(i remember…)
the look in your eyes told me something else was up (shhh)
forever bonded, didn't matter what was going on


not like thœse other guys
you were the caring type
circumstances not within your control
but you still had to make it right


it's so unfair
the unwanteds wandering in my dreams
but i still haven't seen you there


forever 23
a missing part of me
with every birthday that i have
it’s another you won’t see




forever 23
a missing part of me
with every birthday that i have
it’s another you won’t see
cleo Jan 15
let’s go a little bit farther
a little bit harder
let’s do things you’d never think to tell your father
your mom already hates me
but it's not approval that i'm after
not the girl you love but you simply have to have her
***** life changing
anti gun
pro finger blaster
i don't know who or when or why we wrote this...... but Nice
Thomas W Case Jan 10
The view from
between your legs,
with my glistening
face in the soft
lamplight is
more than
sublime.

The trust
is thick,
and
sweet.

Your happy
moans are like a
symphony from
Mozart as I wait
for the
grand finish.
dun dun dun dun dun dun dun
dun dun dun dun dun
Dun Dun

DUN

You pull me inward,
and I smell
Paradise.
Sticky faced
ambrosia.
Here's a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=psGsLxRoaII
Victor Oct 2022
Divine respiration.
Life giving exhalation.
A substance poured into my lungs.

Your breath enters.
Saturating my being.
Sobriety leaves me.
Hallucinations embrace me.

Twisting in sheets like a mad man.
Unable to contain myself.
Grandeur gazes down.
I am deranged.

Death approaches.
Feminine lips; radiating embers.
Leaving ashes in its wake.
By this, I am singed.
As Gehenna whispers my name.
Styles Jan 2
I love to touch her, feel her heat,
Thick swollen lips, a velvet treat.
Wetness drips, her desire flows,
A plump peach ripe, her passion shows.

My fingers trace her warmth, her weight,
A grounding moment, a timeless state.
Hard as stone, my body yearns,
For her embrace, where pleasure burns.

Her **** glistens, kissed by spit,
A spark ignites, a perfect fit.
My tongue explores, her hips collide,
She rides the waves, a shifting tide.

Tiny circles, electric, divine,
Our bodies melt, our souls align.
Mesmerized by this blazing fire,
A moment of heat, raw and entire.
Styles Jan 2
I love how she consumes me,
Splitting wide open, raw, and free.
Mouth filled, ***** stretched, *** claimed by me
A fire inside, untamed, unashamed.
The weight of me, heavy, pressing down,
My **** drives deep, where pleasure drowns.
A playful roleplay dance, a struggle, all right,
Bodies tangled, lost in the night.
Hips slamming, flesh colliding,
Wet rhythms, primal, abiding.
The air thick with sweat and desire,
A musk of ***, a smoldering fire.
I claims her, filling her with my trace,
A carnal imprint, an untamed embrace.
Deep within my essence lingers,
Written by my soul, your body encased!
Thomas W Case Dec 2024
The birds started
singing at ten to four
this morning;
coaxing the dawn on
with their song.

The *** would be
great on the clouds
that I saw yesterday.
They looked like
rows of fresh
cauliflower.
Every position would be
a little miracle;
perfect depth and
perception.

The sweat stung
my eyes as I
smoked in the
sweltering July
sun.
I wish I could
live in the clouds...
No job
No taxes or tired back.
Just relaxing in
that puffy white
perfection.
Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ucOOifTukWQ
T R Wingfield Dec 2024
First stage: pheromones

I can't sleep

with the smell of you
still in my nose

and your taste
still upon my lips.

Neither can I wash it away
Nor let go,

lest your essence I were to forget
Oxytocin is a hell of drug. My date went well though ;)
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