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Ilyria Phelix May 2016
i fell back into the ocean
and the mermaids dragged me down
i fought them, struggling
trying not to drown
but the mermaids pulled me under
they taught me how to breathe
and now that i have caught my breath
there's no way i can leave
i don't think this will make sense to anyone else but it makes sense to me
Little Bird Jan 2016
I know .. I know
There is a right time for everything
But I have this insane urge
so strong I can't think straight

I wanna come to you
Tell you you mean the world to me
Ask you to hold me in your arms
Never let me go

I have an urge that shakes me
like an exposed leaf on a windy day
I wanna tell you
How you make me happy
You are all i've been waiting for
I wanna share my life with you

I have an urge
To ask if you feel the same way
If you want this too
But thats all it is
An Urge ,Discomfort in my heart.

Deep down
I'm too scared for the answer
For rejection
Because I'm thinking
If you had the same urges
You'd have said something.
Yes, You would have
So I bottle it all down
Hope it all goes away
So i can see you
Purely as a friend
Just like you see me.
Complexity of friendships
Stone Fox Jan 2016
His voice faltered at first then faded off..
He watched her slink closer,
carrying her flesh sensuously as some women can.

Her face,
a bewitching vision belonging only in dreams,
contained a gleam of beauty as the nerves of her body were continually smoldering my desire.

She slowly smiled seductively,
as she sensuously stalked him,
shadowing him like a memory of a past lover.

Inches battled for territories on both their bodies.
Then looking him flesh in the eye,
she wet her lips-mingling them with whispered words of:
"I want you" and "I need you."

Second by second seemed to loudly waltz all around them before he finally nodded.

They were intently locked on each other dulling their senses.
They were blinded by their lustful urges.
Both blinking into one another instead of seeing the rare sight of time dramatically dance by.    

"Lets get away from prying eyes.
I'll meet you." He muttered huskily.

She sneaked a kiss before slipping away at his words,
becoming lost in the crowd and completely out of sight.
He was close behind and fueled by their passion.
Bringing a heat of a thousand suns on the back of his shoulders.
Christina Cox Dec 2015
I’m told that urges don’t last forever,
by therapists and doctors.
If only they knew that an urge doesn’t have to be present
100%
to be thought of as
FOREVER
in this sick mind.
Nicholas Fogle Jun 2015
You ever want to get primal?
You ever want to get loose?
Become cut throat  and cut throats,
go back to the time of sacrificing lambs and goats.
That's the urge.
That's the instinct.
Savagery in a instant.
Sharpen teeth and sharpen claws go back to four legged paws.
We praise violence in the ring
on media of trivial things
but war ,
it's rejected, reflected as an act evil
what minds they have so feeble,
the thoughts of civilized people
Primal
Aden Burns Mar 2015
fingers creep around your hips
clamping skeleton through skin
your stomach concave,
i rest my head there to listen.

you breathe deeply and out a shudder
directing my hands from your hip
and around your arched spine, now rise.
your exhales leave marks on the walls- our spies.

let them hear in gasps and oh's
our wordless recounts of smile & woe,
let them wish for eyes to peak,
our limbs speaking between sheets.

they will suppress mounting urges that could not hold,
blank faces will cover stories
from one lover to another
in a distressed ****** smother.
LovelyBones Feb 2015
Racing heart, fluttering eyes
Putting on a fake disguise
Tremors running through my veins
Chills are driving me insane
Feelings of anticipation
Doomed to ultimate damnation
Snapping bands across my wrists
Returning scars that still exist
Welting up and turning red
But these poor scars have already been bled
Crying both inside and out
Nothing left to talk about
Charred soul and swelled up arms
Isn't there a saying, the third time's a charm?
I'm trying everything I can to not chop myself up. So far, the rubber band is working.
VG E Bacungan Oct 2014
~
The pouting of her lips in perfect sync
to the groove of her hips, in friction against mine.
The heat of sweet sweaty swings
each stroke firm and refined.

~
. . .
                         *
Alas, another daydream -
Axion Prelude Aug 2014
Urges to see, colors to feel, sounds to taste, feelings to hear.. you mesmerize me like the reflection of the sky on the oceans surface: endless in nature, yet always so natural and real
In a sea of sweaty people and no air, you're there, no doubt
Like font made bold, your thick lashes and laughter lines stand out

Being attracted to you is perilous, a sign of my impending doom
I can't stop inundating you with flustered stares across the room

You beset me with selfish and opportunistic wants better not said
So I'll dream of you shoving me up against a wall instead
Because he has no idea how hard it is to tell myself to chill out and not act upon my urges.
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