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#courting
Walked into the dispensary to get some trees. like being hit with a bat I felt to my knees Name rooted from 100 BC. Signifying timeless, elegance,, grace, and goddess, like beauty. Intelligent sophisticated, with a boss like mind. Independent business, Woman, but impressing creativity at the same time. Right brain left brain synchronicity if you know what I mean, To keep it 100. She’s exactly like me.. Let’s be friends and get to know One another, With this Renaissance man, it’s not all about, trying to get underneath those covers. feel me Queen.
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Mar 20, 2025
Mar 20, 2025 at 9:11 PM UTC
100 BC
Romance is dead. it's throat laid open love cascading down murdered by progress by the reduced synaptic span on constant scroll lips licking for the next hit of one-click copulation choking on the slightest glimmer of . . . . . . waiting, of elegant persistence and the reward of enamored pursuit IRL. the beautiful cat and mouse of our ancestry that wove such wonderful tales into the bark of our trees, replaced by all the clever wit and subtle nuance of peak cringe riz swipe right “send nudes” “DTF”
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Sep 25, 2024
Sep 25, 2024 at 6:32 PM UTC
Digital Love
I look at you .. your countenance and demeneour .. how one eyes follows the other and curls of your hair address this courtship unknowingly .. and at a gaze when all at once, my eyes brush off your glance, . hiding in plain sight, what our gentle nudges couldn't hide .. You do not say .. in fear and worry for what might, I do not ask .. illusions of my habits overcomes.. and yet, we nurture that infinitesimally small fire .. hoping meekly in our hearts .. that something or some force would cater to our reconciliation .. but it never does.
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Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 9:51 AM UTC
Courtships at dawn
and you sent her a title of the song you wanted her to hear saying it was saying about the feelings you have, you wanted her to feel. but, she heard it before. you can't blame her but she did she had felt the world dance around the same beat swayed through the waves of the sounds with the wind when she was on her way to the beach one hot summer day. she had fell asleep on the same song on a school night having to wait to be validated. she have cried on the same song when he left her now, ask your self: are the songs really for her?
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May 11, 2020
May 11, 2020 at 1:12 PM UTC
songs for her(?)
build your defenses as infrangible as great wall of china along the himalayan mountain range 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴
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Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 11:38 PM UTC
rampart
i'd like to keep my feelings for you... direct but experience has told me oft it ought be conducted otherwise i am to understand that expressions of feeling toward another must contain Fluff and Padding i am to understand that when expressing romantic feeling lies are expected somehow amongst this great dishonesty i shall slip you the true code of my communication relay that feeling meshed into the fabrication the falsehoods of the romance can reveal honest belly in the gelatine of the fiction
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Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 11:31 PM UTC
tissue (honest feelings toward another)
When monsters fall in love, do they leave their ways behind them? or terrorize towns hand in hand? Do they still open tops of buildings like giant jars of jam with giddy smiles striking fear for miles around them? Will they still pick planes from the sky? Or just the crust from their lover's cloudy eyes? Do their mangled hearts become manicured? With razor claws brushing wretched jaws, will children hear them making out in closets? Will they huff and puff at armies, or yell sweet nothings to pass the time? Their passion would be fascinating, making love while making masses fear their wrath. And maybe if we're lucky, we'll see two monsters in the park-- with lipless mouths and fighting tongues-- showing us a love so stark, it would be a first to be given hope by such vile a folk. For there's a chance for all of us, if even monsters fall in love.
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Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 2:10 AM UTC
Monster Love
I fell hard for a stranger, Her words, the pauses between them, The boldness in which she spoke, And of course the confidence in her approach. But, woe is me, captivated fool. Palavar was a sweet heat exchange. Fast passion in shared interest. The flurry of tongues refreshed, Impressed by the company of another. I left with only a name, No good at this game, Of courtship.
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Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 8:56 AM UTC
Foolish Love
Girl, boy,full moon, Candle light dinner,romance, Boy says,"Pay the bill."
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Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 7:00 AM UTC
Who Pays Haiku
He clears his throat, offers a hand, lady afloat begging to stand... but where is she now? The gentleman's moon... his strides upon Earth whose labors to croon? Here, gentleman, hear her breaths are so soft. Need this dough like skin, a taste so aloft? Her pulse like a symphony, her steps on pools glistening, her lips your night litany, her hands light-wrought ivory. Gentleman she swoons! Her hips like snow dunes, her words gentle noons that light up your Junes. Yet you stay away, your respect holds sway. Though she is nectar, you drink not as night does day. Your gentle ways lengthen the days, though distance kept, you oft' purvey a sense of love, as she turns your way.
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Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 10:44 PM UTC
Gentleman...
Keep time and good company, Stay laissez-faire, Of your diet, be mindful: Of your body; take care. With intention and tact, Choose well what you wear, Downtown or in the garden, Be seen without glare. When you're mannered and prim; You're fit to a pair, Politely, be you, Though be a you they can bear.
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Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 5:39 AM UTC
Advice
When's the last time we discussed your beauty? Taboo the way beautiful lays itself across the strength of a mans character but you are Stunningly, captivatingly beautiful & Its not your chiseled arms or your abs its you Its the way wait... Have I ever told you that you're beautiful? That your beauty keeps me talking how talking keeps me off track but in line and tracing circles around your eyebrows across your lips down your back Have I ever told you that you're my best friend? That there is a joy in seeing your face after a long day dinner tastes better on those days and I sleep more soundly Have I ever told you that you are worth it? That God loves you That he sent me to remind you that you're beautiful Have I ever described how comforting your laugh is? The way it tickles me and allows me to keep a pinch of it in my pocket to sprinkle on me and around me on days you are on my mind but not around me If I never have, then with these words I always will! Poems live forever and your beauty, well... Its timeless
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Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 3:11 PM UTC
Have I ever?
WILD nights! Daily frights! Where I with thee - Under the neon lights, Shall see our luxury! Anchor my heart, In Heaven's port - Done with the chart, Done with the court. Rowing in Heaven's decor! Silver sea! Might I but moor Tonight with thee?
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Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 8:46 AM UTC
Wild
Brown boys on the beach All of them are great So many just out of reach Because most are straight. Something close to mocha; Unbelievably **** skin. Some of it looks like heaven And some of it purest sin. Brown boys in shorts Just covering bare ***** Impervious to winks and Any kind of gay passes. But I hear rumors of them; Legends may be a better word. Gay things have been known To happen with them I’ve heard. Brown boys bare chested Showing off their physiques. Proud of that they take care of Best I’ve seen in weeks. It’s not that white boys here Are that much less appealing But there is something about The way I have been feeling. Brown boys can flirt here In a way I have never seen. It’s flattering without invitation; Never insulting, never mean. Someday I will get braver And ask one of them to teach How to tell which one is gay Of those brown boys on the beach.
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Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 8:12 PM UTC
BROWN BOYS ON THE BEACH
He showed interest and did crazy things. All to get her attention. She noticed, started to reciprocate his feelings And encouraged little affections. But he wanted more, wanted her to be his, Pushed her for a decision. ... It was a mistake, his being impatient For what he received was rejection.
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Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 7:23 AM UTC
Impatient Idiot
You have me Wishing and waiting Hoping and praying Sitting and staying Close enough to feel Your hand in mine Your lips to mine Your breath and mine Every song Is about you What I think about you Lyrics line up perfectly with my thoughts And every morning And every night It's you And love songs Anticipating With the birds and the bees And the flowers and trees Waiting for the moment When you are mine For you have me
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Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 7:26 PM UTC
The Model (pt II)
How terrible And all the same delightful Are the chapters in life In which we begin to enter love. A rosebud's bloom Chet Baker said it best "I fall in love too easily, I fall in love too fast" I would add that I tend to fall in love hastily, with no second guess.
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May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 5:39 AM UTC
4 a.m.
Her figure Her form Her smile Her lips Every moment Of every day She crosses my mind Like the Sun's rays in the morning sky I think I'm in love But I am afraid For what if her heart Is in another place
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May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 2:14 AM UTC
The Model
I’m no longer in the dating scene Because I know exactly what I need Someone on the right spiritual path To be a good example to my seed You don’t have to have your money right You just have to have the right mind Promise to support me and follow God And only love and peace you will find For God will be our presiding priest And Christ as my best man While the Almighty Father walks you down the aisle To place yours into my hand So if you’d like to court this disciple You must study to show thyself approved Must truly know our God and have sins forgiven Or find yourself regrettably removed
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Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 8:09 AM UTC
Not Dating. Qualifying.
Intense eyes, a majestic eagle,                  circling high, is the air she carries, a samba dancer luscious, who strikes                     blow after blow with her belly button, central stage always is hers                    a bird of pray elegant on the look out, the heightened awareness from                    a sense of clear danger present, is the reward she assures,                  to him every minute for being her escort. Rub her right, rub her wrong,                       find what it would bring was his itch the eagle woman conceals nothing,                      keeps her eyes keen, wide open, her mind a radar, focused on                     what is to happen the moment next, from mid air like a missile she swoops down,                     stand still for a moment and then strikes, she is on her prey, but he has                       slipped away, at the precise moment. Both are in awe of each other, but smiles,        on the dance floor they are glued to each other, he now plans a daring plot,                  named "The sword of Damocles" she is of two minds, love this game,                     finds him fitting the bill, yet the bird of prey awaits time for the next raid                         "He is made of dainty stuff".
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Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 6:12 AM UTC
The eagle woman and her dodgy man dance Samba
Intense eyes, a majestic eagle,                  circling high, is the air she carries, a samba dancer luscious, who strikes                     blow after blow with her belly button, central stage always is hers                    a bird of pray elegant on the look out, the heightened awareness from                    a sense of clear danger present, is the reward she assures,                  to him every minute for being her escort. Rub her right, rub her wrong,                       find what it would bring was his itch the eagle woman conceals nothing,                      keeps her eyes keen, wide open, her mind a radar, focused on                     what is to happen the moment next, from mid air like a missile she swoops down,                     stand still for a moment and then strikes, she is on her prey, but he has                       slipped away, at the precise moment. Both are in awe of each other, but smiles,        on the dance floor they are glued to each other, he now plans a daring plot,                  named "The sword of Damocles" she is of two minds, love this game,                     finds him fitting the bill, yet the bird of prey awaits time for the next raid                         "He is made of dainty stuff".
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