#sensational - Hello Poetry

_in london_ _my little house_ _drinking coffee_ _wearing a blue blouse_ _discussing the next mystery_ _with professor layton_ _don paulo has been sinister lately_ _living in little london_

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May 26, 2025

May 26, 2025 at 2:07 PM UTC

Sheta

sensational

_in london_ _my little house_ _drinking coffee_ _wearing a blue blouse_ _discussing the next mystery_ _with professor layton_ _don paulo has been sinister lately_ _living in little london_

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my skin opens up effortlessly revealing the source of life behind it seeps through the cracks revealing its secrets to my mind the burning sensation tingles finally letting me feel the pain the streak of red like no other finally showing the world i'm insane the sense of release so rewarding letting me relax inside my body this may not seem so healthy to others, i'm letting you know i truly am sorry

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Jun 27, 2020

Jun 27, 2020 at 6:35 PM UTC

thunderstorm-7

release so rewarding

my skin opens up effortlessly revealing the source of life behind it seeps through the cracks revealing its secrets to my mind the burning sensation tingles finally letting me feel the pain the streak of red like no other finally showing the world i'm insane the sense of release so rewarding letting me relax inside my body this may not seem so healthy to others, i'm letting you know i truly am sorry

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I'm not looking for A statue in a museum Or a love song about me. A heart beating To the rythm of mine Sounds perfect for me.

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Mar 11, 2019

Mar 11, 2019 at 7:24 PM UTC

Eurus

Humble wish

I'm not looking for A statue in a museum Or a love song about me. A heart beating To the rythm of mine Sounds perfect for me.

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When summer comes, I recall the smell of sweet cigarettes. The smell that made me suffer and drowned. The smoke kept you away from me I wanted you to take me far away But you didn't. Before I forgot that smell Before I forgot shape of you Summer had gone.

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Aug 13, 2018

Aug 13, 2018 at 8:08 AM UTC

caterpillartree

escape

When summer comes, I recall the smell of sweet cigarettes. The smell that made me suffer and drowned. The smoke kept you away from me I wanted you to take me far away But you didn't. Before I forgot that smell Before I forgot shape of you Summer had gone.

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Thinking about you is like watching the sun set over the most beautiful place on earth. Your colors painted across my sky and lit up my world with sensation. You amazed me like a hundred different colors that changed with the position of the sun. I’m just laying here staring at the moon and dying to know if you felt the same

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Mar 19, 2018

Mar 19, 2018 at 5:42 AM UTC

dakota-

You hit me like a brick!

Thinking about you is like watching the sun set over the most beautiful place on earth. Your colors painted across my sky and lit up my world with sensation. You amazed me like a hundred different colors that changed with the position of the sun. I’m just laying here staring at the moon and dying to know if you felt the same

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when my lips are spoiling your skin don't think i'm detached. my chest would hammer driving the nails even deeper (is that what the hollow in heart is?) as my breath crawls onto your collarbone and my fingers draw figures onto your ******* my hair would brush across your chin my hair would coil around your fingers and my life would coil around your bones

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Sep 27, 2017

Sep 27, 2017 at 8:39 AM UTC

Jace-kassem

collarbone

when my lips are spoiling your skin don't think i'm detached. my chest would hammer driving the nails even deeper (is that what the hollow in heart is?) as my breath crawls onto your collarbone and my fingers draw figures onto your ******* my hair would brush across your chin my hair would coil around your fingers and my life would coil around your bones

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Merely you in the mind, With your always nature soft and kind If I could by heart express you You are my life and end too If I get closer, I am living though If I go away, my heart will go Merely you in my heart, your love ensembles my whole part Of brain and vein, and the emotions wart Unless thee shine as a summery sun With your beauty and cleverness, With your energy and adorableness, you are my number one Merely you in the earth, Yes, I'm falling in your love, And I bet spending all my wealth Even myself and all my health To love you, in my soul to inearth Merely you I can see I wish you and I become we, You got me, And I held my mine, Until you shelter and lee I see no else except thee You reach the high of legacy, You are my heart's legatee I wish you and I become "We"

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Sep 18, 2017

Sep 18, 2017 at 3:46 PM UTC

ElsherbiniPoems

Merely you..,

Merely you in the mind, With your always nature soft and kind If I could by heart express you You are my life and end too If I get closer, I am living though If I go away, my heart will go Merely you in my heart, your love ensembles my whole part Of brain and vein, and the emotions wart Unless thee shine as a summery sun With your beauty and cleverness, With your energy and adorableness, you are my number one Merely you in the earth, Yes, I'm falling in your love, And I bet spending all my wealth Even myself and all my health To love you, in my soul to inearth Merely you I can see I wish you and I become we, You got me, And I held my mine, Until you shelter and lee I see no else except thee You reach the high of legacy, You are my heart's legatee I wish you and I become "We"

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I don't need no **** man, But I do need you. I don't want no **** body, But I do want you. Your heavenly lips and the taste of your skin, and The actual feel of the sensation becoming real. As the rapture in my stomach continues to expand, I can hear your **** *** voice taunting me, teasing me, got me thinking the sensation is real. But it's only a dream, And he says dreams come true. So its only a matter of time before you do come through. We'll be put to the test of being drugged with feels, And determine whether the sensation its real. --D.K.

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Dec 16, 2015

Dec 16, 2015 at 9:37 PM UTC

deana-knight

Sensation is Real

I don't need no **** man, But I do need you. I don't want no **** body, But I do want you. Your heavenly lips and the taste of your skin, and The actual feel of the sensation becoming real. As the rapture in my stomach continues to expand, I can hear your **** *** voice taunting me, teasing me, got me thinking the sensation is real. But it's only a dream, And he says dreams come true. So its only a matter of time before you do come through. We'll be put to the test of being drugged with feels, And determine whether the sensation its real. --D.K.

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What is it that I crave? I crave something I won’t receive, the tense feeling you get when he touches your side and then travels down to your leg, The sensational feeling of peppermint kisses Big hands cupped around your face Then back to your hips as he brings you in closer. What is it I crave? I crave the sense of protection The feeling of being needed Being pulled closer to deepen your love for each other Feeling the sense of lust and time passing slowly But instead I'm here in bed lonely What is it that I crave? I crave something I won't receive.

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Mar 17, 2015

Mar 17, 2015 at 12:23 AM UTC

teentrxsh

Touch

What is it that I crave? I crave something I won’t receive, the tense feeling you get when he touches your side and then travels down to your leg, The sensational feeling of peppermint kisses Big hands cupped around your face Then back to your hips as he brings you in closer. What is it I crave? I crave the sense of protection The feeling of being needed Being pulled closer to deepen your love for each other Feeling the sense of lust and time passing slowly But instead I'm here in bed lonely What is it that I crave? I crave something I won't receive.

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The tide glides in Like silk to my skin And I long To veil my body With the sensation. Stretch out Face down And let it pull me To it's ground. But I am a coward And watch As the water recedes. "Please, Wait for me".

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Aug 11, 2014

Aug 11, 2014 at 11:53 PM UTC

lX0st

Adrift

The tide glides in Like silk to my skin And I long To veil my body With the sensation. Stretch out Face down And let it pull me To it's ground. But I am a coward And watch As the water recedes. "Please, Wait for me".

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You choked on chariots raw. Red egg yolk suppers, churned of the milk oceans this morning you kept. The lintel of stone turned toward dusk. Some great dynasty of submissive spirits catering your morning Out on a cart of muse, forms of heaven cannot even hear you. You are a soporific knot in the tale of your Old womanhood. In this infinite Tuesday morning your small black eyes, like an oil tanker toppling over The intense azure sea- shipwrecked, and lost. Departing from your childhood you slurp Coca-Cola from a silver straw. From the corner store and inside Winter yawns. There is no face, only strikingly beautiful black hair. The body under you is at home in all My hand's fingers have to fill. All the clothes that you could carry for the two-way adventure. There are Never enough bubbles between your lips and the glass bottle you have. Only the score of the whistleblower. And the poor symphony you had prayed for into the dial-tone phone, the deep Wilderness, that stiff forever-ago budding from your coffee cup. Neurogenesis lifted from your Fingerprints and emblazoned into this lump of human ingenuity. The hopeless octave that cut us all short. Every short story that was left untold. There are the brief deaths recoiling in your spiritual architecture. The ****** of morphia has bourn me awake. Inside you are often unscathed, vanishing as some of Tonight's parts assemble you, on you blue is a beautiful color. The sweet retreat that gave you life or the bountiful deaths that counted you too cutely by your side. You are the sun in my black coat. Here is my sea, your sea, you'll see.

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Apr 26, 2014

Apr 26, 2014 at 5:34 AM UTC

martin-narrod

Coca-Cola at 2:00AM

You choked on chariots raw. Red egg yolk suppers, churned of the milk oceans this morning you kept. The lintel of stone turned toward dusk. Some great dynasty of submissive spirits catering your morning Out on a cart of muse, forms of heaven cannot even hear you. You are a soporific knot in the tale of your Old womanhood. In this infinite Tuesday morning your small black eyes, like an oil tanker toppling over The intense azure sea- shipwrecked, and lost. Departing from your childhood you slurp Coca-Cola from a silver straw. From the corner store and inside Winter yawns. There is no face, only strikingly beautiful black hair. The body under you is at home in all My hand's fingers have to fill. All the clothes that you could carry for the two-way adventure. There are Never enough bubbles between your lips and the glass bottle you have. Only the score of the whistleblower. And the poor symphony you had prayed for into the dial-tone phone, the deep Wilderness, that stiff forever-ago budding from your coffee cup. Neurogenesis lifted from your Fingerprints and emblazoned into this lump of human ingenuity. The hopeless octave that cut us all short. Every short story that was left untold. There are the brief deaths recoiling in your spiritual architecture. The ****** of morphia has bourn me awake. Inside you are often unscathed, vanishing as some of Tonight's parts assemble you, on you blue is a beautiful color. The sweet retreat that gave you life or the bountiful deaths that counted you too cutely by your side. You are the sun in my black coat. Here is my sea, your sea, you'll see.

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I'm never one to get cold Or get goosebumps But with the subtlest touch From her can make my hairs Stand ***** send chills down my spine And expel a sigh of relief. That's the power of her love So precise so Devine so powerful That with the tip of her finger Can make me feel all that at once.

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Apr 7, 2014

Apr 7, 2014 at 8:15 PM UTC

thalion-voronwe-aearion

Her Touch

I'm never one to get cold Or get goosebumps But with the subtlest touch From her can make my hairs Stand ***** send chills down my spine And expel a sigh of relief. That's the power of her love So precise so Devine so powerful That with the tip of her finger Can make me feel all that at once.

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