#seducing - Hello Poetry

Because you like to watch I tie you to your desire We are not at home others peek with you along the pillars I know it unseen blind because of the towel with which I dry my hair on the terrace for beautiful people in the middle of the town, where beauty gathers in the theatres for everything that people are capable of on the edge of reality and their unbridled imagination captured like you, your eyes and hands, by almost touchable perfection

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Jun 2, 2025

Jun 2, 2025 at 4:02 AM UTC

Zywa

Almost touchable / Terrace at the Fountain of love

Because you like to watch I tie you to your desire We are not at home others peek with you along the pillars I know it unseen blind because of the towel with which I dry my hair on the terrace for beautiful people in the middle of the town, where beauty gathers in the theatres for everything that people are capable of on the edge of reality and their unbridled imagination captured like you, your eyes and hands, by almost touchable perfection

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True love! After all, the love potion was a fraud -- but who believes that?

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Jul 26, 2024

Jul 26, 2024 at 2:37 AM UTC

Zywa

[ True love! After all ]

True love! After all, the love potion was a fraud -- but who believes that?

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You are beautiful, taste it! It is on my tongue -- it's kissing your lips.

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Dec 11, 2022

Dec 11, 2022 at 2:22 AM UTC

Zywa

[ You are beautiful ]

You are beautiful, taste it! It is on my tongue -- it's kissing your lips.

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Your cloths are already dry but I just let them flap so at least something is happening in this deserted place You just sit there watching taking a dip every now and then Afterwards you carefully dab the short hairs on your skull I liked you better in the bar although you were bragging about your house and the beach all to yourself You showed your brown chest I wanted to lie on it and work on my tan a little so nice by the sea No, you are not social the day is still long and there is nothing here to cook a good meal

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Dec 5, 2022

Dec 5, 2022 at 2:13 AM UTC

Zywa

Beach House

Your cloths are already dry but I just let them flap so at least something is happening in this deserted place You just sit there watching taking a dip every now and then Afterwards you carefully dab the short hairs on your skull I liked you better in the bar although you were bragging about your house and the beach all to yourself You showed your brown chest I wanted to lie on it and work on my tan a little so nice by the sea No, you are not social the day is still long and there is nothing here to cook a good meal

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** ** hey sailor, quickly turn your boat Come, come, come closer, so you can our hand hold Yo, yo, love's waiting for you dear Go, go, go forward or we will disappear Row, row, row your boat, we want to take you home Don't, don't, don't leave us, or our heart will turn to stone Here, here, our lovely, you'll get everything you want Oh, oh, our sailor, follow our lovely song

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Jun 9, 2021

Jun 9, 2021 at 7:50 AM UTC

tichozpytec

The Sirens

** ** hey sailor, quickly turn your boat Come, come, come closer, so you can our hand hold Yo, yo, love's waiting for you dear Go, go, go forward or we will disappear Row, row, row your boat, we want to take you home Don't, don't, don't leave us, or our heart will turn to stone Here, here, our lovely, you'll get everything you want Oh, oh, our sailor, follow our lovely song

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If my love is to be perverted I would rather ****** you utmost to the brim To seek your naked emotions . Inducing the tears You held back for long . Seldom is how you feel Salvation be my love/ salvation goes unsure You lend me it once .

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Feb 2, 2019

Feb 2, 2019 at 12:24 PM UTC

Bohemian_

Unsafe

If my love is to be perverted I would rather ****** you utmost to the brim To seek your naked emotions . Inducing the tears You held back for long . Seldom is how you feel Salvation be my love/ salvation goes unsure You lend me it once .

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"The thought of the future we will never have was pollinating foul fuzzy particles in the air, slowly following the wake of all those tasseled dreams I had held onto for all those years but had to let go." The most intimate revelations can often expose plagiaristic suppressions that we've most likely tried to already forget. Suggesting to anyone on the outside looking in, that there is a rancid cowardice secreting from the pores of all those who would deny the most basic of fundamental decencies to their fellow man. All the while, boasting a loud tolerance that would be found on the very last Autumn-the very last colorful arrangements of watering oranges and smothered reds our world was ever going to be privileged to witness again. The thundering drumming of my own beating heart gave my freshly dead and bland reaction a neon personality, with a few extra ********* lingering, successful gestures that reflected a sparkly prism of tracers. Tracers that were birthed from the most brilliant of lasers, as I was radiating something that was blindingly gorgeous, something that was heightened with more sensitivity as it shadowed over the complexity of every kiss that I had ever been given in my life.. Spinning a silk and gold web around me that was almost as intricate as an alarm sounding earth quake. This flaccidly tight response came at a price, leaving nothing but whispers and the wrong kind of impressions at the sight of it's unwanted face.. The time of dignity and grace felt decades away as your tiny little temperaments began to attempt to soothe me into a very still silence. "Wooing" me and "seducing" me with such a strong touch of romantic readiness, I knew it would never be matched or found again causing me to feel a stroke of sadness at the single sentiment. This dramatic departure killed any interest that might have supported the abortive sorrows and short winded elation’s of men, but instead the idea of a possibly new tasseled dream, sparked me into a shimmering prism bouncing glittering, glimmering, glowing rays off my skin, as I put the shine in the sun.

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Oct 26, 2015

Oct 26, 2015 at 3:30 PM UTC

stone-fox

Tasseled Dreams

"The thought of the future we will never have was pollinating foul fuzzy particles in the air, slowly following the wake of all those tasseled dreams I had held onto for all those years but had to let go." The most intimate revelations can often expose plagiaristic suppressions that we've most likely tried to already forget. Suggesting to anyone on the outside looking in, that there is a rancid cowardice secreting from the pores of all those who would deny the most basic of fundamental decencies to their fellow man. All the while, boasting a loud tolerance that would be found on the very last Autumn-the very last colorful arrangements of watering oranges and smothered reds our world was ever going to be privileged to witness again. The thundering drumming of my own beating heart gave my freshly dead and bland reaction a neon personality, with a few extra ********* lingering, successful gestures that reflected a sparkly prism of tracers. Tracers that were birthed from the most brilliant of lasers, as I was radiating something that was blindingly gorgeous, something that was heightened with more sensitivity as it shadowed over the complexity of every kiss that I had ever been given in my life.. Spinning a silk and gold web around me that was almost as intricate as an alarm sounding earth quake. This flaccidly tight response came at a price, leaving nothing but whispers and the wrong kind of impressions at the sight of it's unwanted face.. The time of dignity and grace felt decades away as your tiny little temperaments began to attempt to soothe me into a very still silence. "Wooing" me and "seducing" me with such a strong touch of romantic readiness, I knew it would never be matched or found again causing me to feel a stroke of sadness at the single sentiment. This dramatic departure killed any interest that might have supported the abortive sorrows and short winded elation’s of men, but instead the idea of a possibly new tasseled dream, sparked me into a shimmering prism bouncing glittering, glimmering, glowing rays off my skin, as I put the shine in the sun.

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A gentle breeze Forever remembered A luscious glade Cold under your feet A rich blue sky Seemingly unreal Beautifully arousing aromas Tasting without touch Pleasingly soft sand To bathe yourself in A sensuous bed of leaves To wrap yourself in A pleasurably warm ocean Stimulating your senses Lustful love Forever wanting Incapacitating desire Depriving your concentration You lose yourself In natures tempting ways Seducing you to stay

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Aug 17, 2014

Aug 17, 2014 at 1:36 PM UTC

julia-a-morrison

Life

A gentle breeze Forever remembered A luscious glade Cold under your feet A rich blue sky Seemingly unreal Beautifully arousing aromas Tasting without touch Pleasingly soft sand To bathe yourself in A sensuous bed of leaves To wrap yourself in A pleasurably warm ocean Stimulating your senses Lustful love Forever wanting Incapacitating desire Depriving your concentration You lose yourself In natures tempting ways Seducing you to stay

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