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Alek Mielnikow Mar 2019
open shirts
v-necks
chest hair and lifted *******
clinking of whiskey glasses
***** tonics and happy faces
a weekly dose of binge drinking
“How you liking the weather?”-s
or maybe something deeper
the taste of bitters
no body odors because nobody communicates anymore
****** and score sellers outside ignored
a core of warmth in a cold city
self-pity or lacking any
introverted synchronicity or simply just *******
something to poke a hole in the monotonous
next morning crusted tear ducts and pounding heads
six more days left
to good health and all the best


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by Aleksander Mielnikow
Leo Janowick Feb 2019
A smile came across her face as her hand brushed the side of her face. When she looked into her eyes, it felt like a reflection pool of her being. They had laughed until they cried, and cried until they laughed. They shared 'nothings, somethings, and everything' with one another. They made perfectly passionate love at times and tender soul kissed love at others.

she brought her lips to her and she felt her lips barely touching hers. A minute must have passed between them as she breathed her in. So close, lips just touching, nothing said, just the deep understanding that the moment was theirs to live in.

she opened her mouth and pushed her tongue gently, but firmly inside hers. the taste of her kiss intoxicated her and she felt that now familiar warmth from deep within her core grow with each swirl of their tongues. Both laying on their sides facing each other, their bodies melted together.

they didn't need to say a thing because their bodies responded with a mix of love and lust. As she pressed her ******* against her and her ******* became hard from the warmth of her skin, she sighed deeply. her hand slowly made its way down her body and she loved the way she felt.

her body was her, just like her heart had been. A soft moan escaped her lips because at that instance she knew the moment was here. Once again. the moment her heart, body, and soul was her. she knew she silently begged for her. her fingers brushed against the petals between her legs and she could feel her dripping desire already.

All her fears, all her worries, disappeared. It was only her she thought of and that thought made her start to come undone as she took a finger and rubbed up and down her flower, accepting all the pleasures she gifted to her. she lost herself to her, shivering in ecstasy. she was ready to be filled by her essence.

she entered slowly as she took her all in. Swallowing and surrounding her with her love, a moan escaped both of them. Bliss was theirs and each ****** of her and each grinding of her hips brought them even closer. their bodies entwined, at sweet ecstasy's doorstep, her back became her road map, fingernails lightly scratched up and down her body.

she surrendered to her again and the waves of passion kept coming. her name the only thing spoken between her cries. she was now close, and she wanted to touch her soul as she touched hers. she started to groan and picked up the pace.  she was near the edge and she wrapped her legs around her, pulling her even deeper. she felt her warmth spill inside of her and she felt so good, another ******* wave hit her. Eye contact is never lost as they intimately give themselves to one another.

Now, both are smiling as she leans down and kisses her deeply. she collapses and they catch their breath. Lost in their own world and content, their heartbeats slowly return to normal and she slides over beside her again. she pulls her close and she buries her head in her chest. she whispers "I love you," and her heart smiles because she loves her too.

Yes, it had been such an amazing long weekend. For both.
Esther Feb 2019
you're my Friday night
and i'm your Saturday morning
you seem more ideal than me
but i offer you the comfort that you need
you give me life
i give you peace.
@9:11am
29/12/18
annh Jan 2019
skidding down the slopes
of a Friday afternoon
deadlines looming fast
my rickety toboggan
- clattering alarmingly -
navigates the final run
and with a sharp turn
delivers me sweaty-arsed
but still in one piece
to the door of my weekend
at six on the dot
5-7-5-7-7|7-5-7|5-7-5
Haylin Jan 2019
Monday
Oh how I dread you
Can you just go away for one more day

Tuesday
You could be anything or nothing at all
You're just Tuesday

Wednesday
**** DAY
I finally get to look forward to the weekend

Thursday
The day before Friday
Anything could happen, but it wouldn't count

Friday
The most annoying day because of Rebecca Black
But it means we have 2 days of no *******

Saturday
Thank you for no school
But sadly you go by too fast

Sunday
Ruined because you know tomorrow is Monday
The one day I remember to do my homework
Shna Oct 2018
What was her number?
By 6am she was gone.
I forgot to ask.
Saint Audrey Sep 2018
Could you stay the same
For just one more day

Could you stay
The same
For
Just
One more day

Do you feel that weight?
Starting to shake
Distant thunder begins to roar

I exist through sleepless nights
And the chances
As the first few drops start falling down

Pleasure and pain
Human traits
Vying for attention in the back of lucid nightmares

Everyone is the same, after all

Could you stay the same
For
One
More
Day
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