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umi kara Jan 2016
i want the feeling
the press and the weight and the grip and the fingernails;
the hair and the burn, the neck and the throat;
the gaze and the tears, the lips, the mouth, the spit
the tongue and the teeth (the fangs
and the bite);
the kiss and the lick, the grinding, the pushing and the
circles of the hips,
the fat of the thighs and the brush of the ankles;
i want the liquid and the hard, the sticky and the sore,
the pain and the sting and the ecstasy of the pleasure;
i want the eye rolls and the sighs and
the gasps and the moans and the screams and the whispers;
i want the banging of the bones and the rubbing of the skin,
the crashing of the waves, the rumble of the storm and the
hissing of the breeze.
i want to meld the two of us together until we become a thousand,
and to never cease sipping on this wine of heedless madness
that we blindly drown in.
August Dec 2015
the first time you have
mistaken me for her
i knew it wasn't
just a freudian slip
i mean i was aware
of it for a while now
i just chose not
to comment on it
but if i said
i didn't mind at all
i would be lying
but i guess
pretending i don't
know anything
is still sort of —
kind of —
lying.
like that time you
made me breakfast
in bed and i was
surprised you knew
how i liked my
coffee when you
didn't even like
caffeine — but
i realized that it
was the only
thing you knew
how to brew
because she was
the one who
taught you.
and that time
i was so sure
i caught the first
syllable of her name
trapped between
the intersection of
your lips and my skin
and throughout
that whole night
i wondered if you
were closing your
eyes because of
pleasure, or because
of the pleasure of
imagining her.
but the last straw
was on the day of
our wedding, and
we were saying
our vows, and i said
i (my name)
take thee (your name)
as my lawfully wedded
husband and you
were supposed to
say i (your name)
take thee (my name)
but instead of my
name you said hers
while we were at
the altar and you
were holding my
hands and
i knew —
and i have
always known
that it wasn't just
a slip of the
tongue.

{g.c.q}
Jessica Lange Dec 2015
Unhinge your jaw and shut your eyes
because the best things in life are simply felt,
and you’ll feel it everywhere if you’re doing it right.
A spark of electricity will ignite where your tongues dance
and it will sizzle through your teeth and down your throat,
lighting fires where you didn’t think could burn.
Curl your toes and knot your fingers into her hair like it is your lifeline.
Weld yourselves together, crawl into each other.
Run your tongue along hers until everything tastes like ‘we’.
Don’t forget to breathe; share the air until it’s gone
and all you have left to survive on is each other’s souls.
And whatever you do, don’t stop kissing her.
If you do, your lips will lose all meaning
because their only purpose now is to taste hers.
Your eyes will open and the world will seem a little grayer
As your soul untangles itself from hers.
Your tongue will become a defibrillator,
trying to revive the moment,
trying to recreate the electricity only you two can make.
JR Rhine Dec 2015
Words are soporific
From the indelible tongue
That dances like fire
The night has begun.
But truth is like venom
The fire proves too bold
Burned skin exposes flesh
The sin that we hold.
I really like that word, soporific.
Chalsey Wilder Nov 2015
Feeling your lips meld into mine
We reveal
As your lips makes its loving trail it burns a pool deep below
Your hands cup my body
How can hands so small have such strength?
You slowly feast on my body on your way down
Getting to what you really want
What you say you need
Love, you have it.
"It's yours
It's yours
It's all
all...
all yours..."

I melt all over you
Just the way you love it
"Look what you did to me."
She smiled so happ**ily
God...
Has my existence meant nothing to you?
did you lie to me when you spoke of the electricity that sparked as our lips first touched under the stars?
because now all I see is you,
with her.
so quickly, the "love" you had disappeared?
I hope you're reminded of my erupting breathe tickling your skin,
my tongue that performed a dance with yours,
and my soul that gave it all to you.
remember that, remember me,
when you decide to caress someone else's soul.
emma jane Nov 2015
It was your lips that delivered the first blow.
But it was my tongue that dug the grave.
thoughts
Ambika Jois Nov 2015
I face challenging situations,
I know it tests my character;
Its a part of personality development,
Previous experiences could’ve been sinister;

I’m Ambika Jois,
My soul is named thus whilst I reside in this body;
My purpose is transmitted through my voice,
Carrying peace, hope and love to everybody;

I’ve looked fear in the eye,
I’ve listened to doubt through these ears;
I’ve spoken lies with this tongue and –
I’ve touched what harms just as what heals;

These mistakes are just my teachers,
Guiding me through my learning curve ;
Day by day they’ve turned into healers,
And I’ve gone from giving my heart away to opening it to serve;

I’ve made decisions,
I’ve made difficult ones;
Some were totally right,
others were quite wrong;

They affected me greatly,
Yet today if I fall I am fit for survival;
'Coz my words may have held negative definitions,
But I, the soul, have got nothing to do with it – no denial;

I am a soul,
My qualities are love and peace;
My body is just an instrument,
This is what I believe;

I’m positive, if you see me so;
I’m negative, if you see me so;
I am beyond what can be seen,
I am beyond what I have ever before been.

I am Ambika Jois
I’m a soul chosen to play with zeal;
Without this essence of mine,
Non-existent will my connectivity be.
I'll never forget the feeling of your tongue,
       like acid
               peeling off my skin.
Derek Leavitt Aug 2015
To who, to whom, to you, that's 'whom'. When Whom is ******* and ******* is you. How do you unscrew the ***** when you are ******* by whom. You unscrew yourself.
This will truly mess you up.
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