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Felix Andlar Jul 2017
What do I want?
You. Forever.
I want you to feel more than wanted:
Loved.

I want your breath to cool my skin,
And warm my soul.
I want to your kiss to fill my heart,
And drain my inhibitions.

I want your nails to imprint in my back,
And your teeth in my shoulder.
I want your hair pretty when you arrive,
And messy when you come.

I want you to have your way with me,
Then look at me with your galaxy eyes,
Satisfied,
Smiling,
Addicted.
I usually don't do non-rhyming poetry, but these words just kinda spilled out and I love the mood they set. I feel it's sultry and ****...
Sam Jun 2017
Call me a *******, cause I can't stay away.
I'm captured in the pain, the agony of love.
It's gnawing at my heart, and has been since the start.

Call me a sinner, cause I'll never be a saint.
The church has nothing left for me.
You are my religion and you're crawling in my veins.
You surely aren't an angel, at least not the kind with wings.
Still I'll always follow, the broken path you lead.

Call me a hypochondriac, I simply can't resist.
You suffocate me softly when you whisper in my ear.
Now I'm terrified that our first kiss will be my end.
You toy with my emotions, now my heart is caving in.

Our love is like poison.
Tragically, it's sweet.
I can't get enough, and it brings me to my knees.
Cné Jan 2017
Deep love within the heart
Ignite luscious flames aglow.
Spreads vast with just a spark,
Desires down below.

Keenly tantalizing,
Flawless colors and hue;
Unbridle free flying,
Loose reign while dreams come true.

Spreads rapidly, bright blaze,
Gold lighting of hope
Alive, aware, un hypnotize,
Curious Kaliedoscope.

A journey to enjoy
Burning fire devour
Life's burdensome's toy;
Amid a horse named Wildfire.
My artist's statement I wrote for an acrylic painting I painted of a horse.
Emma Hill Apr 2016
I slither under flesh like cool breezes under sheets
goosebumps haunt skin blanketed by the shadow of a serpent
all forked tongues and vampiric teeth
2. Sultry is Madame Night when she pulls her veil over her brow
musky perfume is spellbinding and perverse
boys will play rough under the full moon tonight
3. His irises swell and swim when the stars return his gaze
head back in a pantomime of defeat
there is an abyss surging within his body
the threat of overflow is sensual
4. Ghoulish girls adorned in faux fur and red lipstick are on the prowl
cemeteries and Poe are all they know of romance
Anabelle Lee's young orphan lies weeping
KathleenAMaloney Apr 2016
White Vapor
Heaven's Longing
Held Back Eternity
Pleasure of a Hardened Pulse

Body *******.
Slow Lightning
of the Will to Love...Well
Love's Well

Droplets of Virtue Missing
A Leaf fallen
Snapped Up
by the Quickening Stream

Desire Unbuckled
Veils Vision Splayed Forth
African Dance Club
Tribal Blessing of the Beat
Swaying Goddess
Into the Unknown
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