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Savio Fonseca Jan 14
Midnight encroaches like a Lion.
As Darkness swallows the Light.
Temperatures soar to new Heights,
on a Cold and Wintry Night.
She treated Me to Her Velvet Kisses,
and traced Her Lipstick on My Chest.
Her lofty Passions kept pouring.
On My Body, that was full of Zest.
I speared Her, with My Desires,
as She impaled Me, with Her Lust.
She Moaned away My Whispers,
at the end of every Golden ******.
We woke up at Dawn, next Morning.
As the Sun showed up it's Head.
The Sun, was a bit jealous of Me.
Coz at Night, I had the Moon in Bed.
Dante Rocío Sep 2020
It is sharpening crimson steel in a knife as of that, with it fingers softly bleed like care and rise as a shuttered peach in
a sturdy piece of scarlet, paid in heed.

Your foreboding onthou my skin is no more truly nor less rigid unplugging of violin strings out of a guttural chords into a straight morbid fire, and a pain structure
hardens, straightens,
embeds them forever into every light’s riddance, this trial mended.
Welcomed fireflies in a
solstice. bonfire. forest. [stygian].

Love, my dearest Love, if your ever evanescent body or voice even exists:
if I ever dare to greet in my tears music it only may be to bleed with you in one common fluid, to have my ribs torn gently by
each your promise barely for my hand’s taking,
endure time to have my truer form by you,
a sensation, clad in lilac velvet that goes
under the name of “Paper Airplane” by
my thoughts.

To keep.
More than as rain we always are.

A child picked up a solitary chalk and sketching protruded some things by that hand & sight, some sun with injustice drawn, that elders’ words and acts
have not put up.

Some of the chalk simply lays everyday crushed.
With no human passage, luggage.
No matter how hard I’ll come to cry
Never shall I reject my waters.
My Love, you who kiss me further and further
Without lips or anything to align,
I wish for you to never earn a step or body,
And to marry my sand-sea plaited follies.
Be veritable Garden Song.
Vampirecadence May 2020
It doesn't feel what's real or unreal
once you lose the control of your breath,
It seems heavier everything inside
and no one to understand what it feels like,  
It's the real mess!
Just someone immersing you with its ******.
and you can't shout or speak out,
all you do is stare but no one look out
when you are trying to breathe,
but inside you are dead.
I wrote this at 3:09 AM. I love writing at night and that's when I feel more me and less the other me which I'm not. I feel peace within me. I had rough days where dark used to feel scary, now I'm loving night.
tmartin Mar 2020
the breaking
one wave
could never
the entire
but it did
the shores it swashed
Natasha Jul 2018
The moon shining its spark
upon warm tongues
of ******, joy and agony

the drought is out there,
but it's raining here

****** between thighs
creaking the car seat
the exquisite lust.

whisper to me
don't cease, just keep the lunge
til I hang no more
my first ever poem here. Hello, poetry! :)
Your past boyfriends may have ignored you playing their game for hours
But mine is thrusting into you for hours
Wanting to see how well I can pleasure the one person that matters most
Your precensce puts my sadness into a roast
Please don't change
You make me want to change
For the better
AtMidCode Nov 2017
I didn't want to hurt you
But what would you do if the blade's digging too dip into your skin?
You push it back
And no matter what you do
You hurt the person holding--thrusting--it back to you from the other side

We're both bleeding.
To HePo, for making me realize that all types of poetry, even those that do not sound like poetry to you, should be written.
Janis Bennett Sep 2015
Sweeping me up
Carting me far away
Lost in the Flow
The ebbing grows

I'm lost
In comfort I float
Smashing down
Trusting in
Take me
Make me
The ****** is so strong
I'm opening wider
Crash into me
AM May 2015
She wanted to take off her clothing
Like flower's petals falling
Until his underneath trembles
Like earthquake in December
She wanted to be rocked
And keep his thighs locked
Where he cannot kiss her
Cause she keeps biting her lip
Where his breathing gets loud
Cause she wanted some crowd
And she craved for his lust
Until she faints
Out of his hard thrusts
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