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 Aug 2017 Postman
Probir Gupta
Flames of lust
Silence to inhale
The primitive beast
The precious angels
Stay concealed
In mysterious nights
Of dark and lights

Whether you will grow tall
To be with the Orion
Or will fall
Among the tiger and lion
That dictates the mysterious night
With its fair and foul
That hover over and prowl
In your milieu
Deep inside you

Well, you mysterious night
No need of your dark lantern
Inside the dark cavern
I need to read the letters
As they get unfettered
Under your charming starlight
For the sake of my poems
Whatever that be
Ultimately
Down to a Haiku
To say to your white smile
In the face of the dark night
I love you

The moon sinks
In water of the Ganges river
It is future like black dark
Savage and stark
With two burning bright
Searchlights
The owl
Scans under the solo starlight
For a white cat

I look inside
At the old owl
Can black night
Bring out a white cat

Who knows
The night is always mysterious
And I am always curious
In gentle love
Sometimes delirious in delight
In the mysterious night
 Aug 2017 Postman
MJ
Beneath
 Aug 2017 Postman
MJ
there is
a           mess
about her,

fluttering
towards  open

    space.


writhing

below pale
skin,

refusing to sit

so structurally,
so secured

in flesh.


wildly
           bending
and      swelling,


becoming

the
           savage


she so calmly
swears

isn’t there.











*-MJS
 Aug 2017 Postman
Angharad
I wish that I could talk to you in your dreams
Speak to you from your pillow
Whisper so closely in your ear.
Time separates our conversation,
Words stretched out over oceans
My heart beat feels so close to you while our bodies are so far apart
When you wake,
I will wake
My fantasy can breathe again
Words will roll off this tongue
Travel time to find you  
Maybe one day we will exist in the same minute, same moment
Skin on illustrated skin
with no distance between us
My soft lips will savour the sweet taste of you
While my eyes drink in the reality of you
 Aug 2017 Postman
Probir Gupta
I hold the pink cup
Liquid moons playing on it
Let hibiscus bloom
A Haiku
 Aug 2017 Postman
Angharad
Fleeting moments of firing fantasy. Seducing this sleepy mind. Drawing images of a life lived by someone else. So real sometimes it's almost me in the picture. Why do I torture and tear myself. Encircled by jealousy, crazed by guilt. The flames rise higher and I love the burn. Take the matches. Ignite the fire. It's your turn.
 Aug 2017 Postman
Cné
bella luna
 Aug 2017 Postman
Cné
the moon falls asleep
dreaming of when she will meet
the knight of her dreams
 Aug 2017 Postman
Angharad
I want you to undress me
slowly
so I can savour the electric
that sparks when your hands brush my skin.
Feel your hands slide up my body to free me from my bra. Fingertips so eager, my ******* so hard and aware.

When your hands find my waist I will be undone.
Thirsty lips fall down my neck
Trace my collar bone as my fingers crawl up your spine.
Pearls of sweat clinging to the hairs stood on end
I will not wait any longer,
my body screams for you.

Fire rises as my body aches and arches.
feelings so overwhelming the world blurs out of vision.
Skin grows damp and heart beats free
Fast hands
Hot skin
Lips quick to steal sweet nectar
Your need growing so much
I can feel it now

Unleashed
Released
together we move
Our bodies rolling
Deep ocean waves
Pleasure washing over me
A tide building
to a crescendo that echoes your moans
My screams
Bursting at the seams
Reality dissolved
As we both erupt in ecstasy
Legs shaking
Nails scratching
Body trembling
Lip biting
Palms sweating
Hearts singing
As we melt
into each other
Hand in hand
Finished
and only just begun
 Aug 2017 Postman
Nicole Bataclan
I am true to my word
Except when it comes to us

I mean when I say
Yes and no mean the same.

I need you to leave
Go ape once I put it to ink

Thinking I will never kiss those lips
See that smile of his.

I am weak
Because you make me strong

I push you away
Because all this is wrong.

It is for the best
I feel worse once said

Back and forth
My words lose their worth

I promise I do not love you
I don't, I don't.
 Aug 2017 Postman
Sandoval
Silence
 Aug 2017 Postman
Sandoval
Silence* doesn't ****,

but oh,

how does it

deceive us.

*Sandoval
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