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Kiss me
with every breath
you're willing
to deprive yourself
of.
It's an addiction
I crave kisses
forehead kisses and hand kisses
neck kisses and french kisses
soft kisses and passionate kisses
morning kisses and good night kisses
i crave intimacy
delicate touches and soft hugs
cute nicknames and hand holding
I crave love
fervent passion
burning desire
hhh ;)
Forehead kisses in the night
Right before I cling to you,

Tucking my nose in the warmth
of your neck as I breathe in your
scent.

I don't want to escape.

I know what will happen next.

I get lost in thoughts of us.

Here you are breathing in my ear, you know how to weaken me.

I try to pull away, but I submit to you.

I've become addicted to this moment.

Then there's forehead kisses in the morning.

                                           -Amalizz Lydia
Catch the motes of dust in light
To feel the threads of time suspend,
In serenade of life’s allure
Where precious moments never end.

Silver tears run down the cheek
In swift departures curled embrace,
Poingnancy for moments few
Of entwined limbs and whiskered face.

Separations loneliness
In gnawing of the very soul,
The wish for time to dissipate
To make the separate halves a whole.

Anticipation’s rawness now
Throws arrowed light to early shroud,
The eagerness to touch and kiss
Brings clear blue sky to morning cloud.

Rationalize the wonderment
Of slender fingers through your hair,
In fantasy of sheer delight
Her silhouette reflected there.

Hold the tantalizing heat
Of tender fires of passion bound
In throngs of longing, deeply felt,
Within the belly’s tufted mound

Exhaustion in the tangled sheet
As bands of sunlight kiss your hair,
Gently now, in drifted sleep
And gales of pleasure fill the air.

Catch the motes of dust in light
To feel the threads of time suspend
In serenade of life’s allure
Where precious moments never end.


Marshalg
Victoria Park tunnel
Auckland
24 July 2010
 Apr 2017 Weedy pops
Emily Nemec
We all get to that point in our lives. Our darkest hour. Wether it's crying on the floor, broken, deserted, or wether we feel like a pointless spec, bouncing through an empty universe, we've all been there. There's a difference between being a good person, and having people think you're a good person. Being a good person doesn't mean being thanked by other people for an act of kindness. Being a good person can be helping someone and not taking a reward. It can be a random act of kindness without a prize. But being a good person is always about being happy with what you did for someone regardless of how they take it. And it's ok to be looking to for thanks because sometimes we just need to be noticed. Some times we just want some one to say "hey i see what you do for people." We want to be cared for. We want to be loved. We all just need someone. Someone for the nights when every chug is for someone we weren't good enough to keep. For the days we wander aimlessly hoping they this think about us. For the nights when each cut is deeper than the last one, and every breath slips from our lungs. For the nights we can't sleep and stay up writing the same words "I'm sorry." We want someone there for us on those nights when nobody else was. We want someone to care for us even when no one else would. We want someone to loves us even though we can't love ourselves. And before they know it were gone. The boy who never spoke. The girl who always wore a jacket, even when it was 100 degrees out. All gone. And then people decide to care. We all need someone to care for us,** so why don't we care for those who are in need?
I long to hold you in my arms
feel your skin upon my skin
to place my lips upon your neck
and slowly breathe you in

To feel your chest against my chest
your hips against my hips
to feel the arching of your back
and the quiver in your lips

To see the love within your eyes,
reflected in your soul,
everything that is of me
is yours to have and hold

As we come together
and our bodies become one
emotion becomes motion
beating to a different drum

In passion bound, oblivious
to all that is without
consumed within each other
no hesitation and no doubt

And as our dance comes to an end
and in its bliss we bask
having shared all of each other
there's nothing left to ask
©A Thomas Hawkins 2010
http://poetryinprogress.com

The Community Poetry Project
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 Apr 2017 Weedy pops
Cassie Mae
my head is telling me to breathe
but it's hard when my heart's not beating
when my stomach is in knots
and you're on my mind
the world seems to spin out of control

what should i do to let you know
you're slowly killing me
you take my breath
you stop my heart

you cloud my eyes
and i can't see where i'm headed
i'm falling for you
and you're not there to catch me

i can wear this smile
but inside i'm crying
i'm crying oceans
the salt burns my open wounds
only you can heal
(c) Cassie Mae Writings 2011

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