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"captivates" poems
The sweetest of words escape your lips and leave me breathless. Butterflies flutter inside, fill day dreams with your static covered voice, So smooth and masculine. Never have I been so drawn to the corners of another's mind, wanting to fill myself into the creaks of your heartache. I could heal you.... shower you in affection and adoration. Your brilliance captivates me, leaving me wanting more. I'm to caught up in what ifs... What lingers between that I can't confess, is that I'm afraid, I could get completely lost in you.
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Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 1:56 AM UTC
Crush
Can I drown in the sweet sorrow of your passion? Bask in the drips of your essence and savor your liquid ecstasy. Stare in awe at the contours of your body as it bends to my very will. Making you feel as real as this fantasy world we have thrusted ourselves into. Your soft whimpers caresses my ears as our spirits are driven by their own Heaven and Hell. The rapid movements of your ribcage soothes my ravenous soul as our bodies intertwine with each other. The aroma of our mixture captivates my subconscience as we're climbing towards your highest peak. Your petite thighs clenching onto my physique build as the wave of nirvana overpowers your psyche. She slowly drifts away from our fantasy world, leaving me here to dwell on her forsaken sorrow. My body yearns to hear your voice in the endless darkness as it awaits for your return. Can I cross the threshold into your garden of Eden one last time?
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May 4, 2012
May 4, 2012 at 4:13 AM UTC
Soul Quest
Hey there, I am me. Me am I. A black beauty am I. The sun smiled at my body and turned my skin into its own little chocolate factory. Several shades of a dazzling dark complexion. A black beauty am me. As I walk, the view of my curves captivates the attention of all those looking on. Wow they say, **** isn't she fine. A black beauty am I. People often underestimate my potential but they don't know that there's more to me than meets the eye. My intelligence allows my voice to be heard because I excel at everything I do. A black beauty am me. A warrior, a fighter, a lover and a friend. I am a black beauty who believes in the power of sisterhood to uplift rather than tear down; to encourage rather than discourage; to dream rather than to fight. Not only am I beautifully black but I am me and me am I...Black beauty....
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May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 10:13 AM UTC
Black Beauty
Your sweetest smile touch my soul Your sparkling teeth captivates my eyes Your beauty amazed me Your perfect like goddess Your voice turn me on But ugh"…. I turn my back on you Your heart is not pure as white Your like a devil when you speak Your like a walking bending machine Throwing bad words all around You think its good on you But nah! It will never make you beautiful If your soul is full of ****** words.
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May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 4:19 AM UTC
Beauty and Attitude
She has this gift only I can see And she let me go how could this be Her words so soft as that of an Angel How could this woman leave my heart just to dangle When I am with her I feel at ease For I am her clay ready to be molded I am not a pair of pants that need to be folded Her gift that she has..... it captivates me when ever she is around Every time I start to drift away... it drags right back I think the gift that she has is love That way that she loved me was different and it felt oh so good I want and need that ......to stay with me for the rest of my days....Ohhh and I need her by me in so many different ways This special gift that only she has kept my heart open just to her love ......and like I told you all before she was sent from the lord above.
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Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 8:17 PM UTC
That Special Gift
The Butterfly is blessed with beauty and grace. The Spider is eerie and withdrawn. She flutters around to find Her perfect place. He captures the heart of His next pawn. Their souls never finding peace. One day, He sets His elaborate trap. Frightened and out of the whim, She is caught in His web and a sudden hap! The unfamiliar face captivates Him. His world comes to a cease. They look into each other's eyes, Both hearts beating as one. He sets Her free and sends Her to the skies. She is left to be stun. Her own feelings begin to increase. These two creatures are different. Their love was forbidden and never to become. Despite the belligerent, The devotion begins to succumb, And the sorrowful souls were release. "Please merciful goddess of the moon," The begged and resort, Fearful that their passion would end so soon. "Do not **** our love in sport." Wishing the hatred would decease The answer was to be entombed. Their love was certainly a hider, And from the start it was doomed. It was a love between the Butterfly and the Spider.
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Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 4:53 PM UTC
The Butterfly And The Spider
I can write of Manila at night like the greats do of Paris. Not Manila in the morning, for it matters then, but Manila at night where it doesn't matter if it is new or old or if you are rich or poor, because it all blends into the moonlit darkness and that is when Manila becomes like a love letter. It may be Cebu that I love, but it is Manila that captivates me. To the farmer, who left Manila for America to escape the war, and returned to see only a burned down church. To the young boy, a hundred years later, who does not see the church, but sees the romance of a concrete city. And to the ill man sitting on the corner of a street in Ermita, who has seen more of life and Manila than any of us ever will or ever can or ever want to. To the jazz bars tucked deep in Quezon where the music is sweetest, and to the congregation of poets who meet at their secret place in Makati on sacred nights to talk of the country they write for. Manila does not end. But Manila is no moveable feast- it is a grand mystery that is far too heavy to take with you. Paris was loved because it was easy to love. The same way Florence was loved because it was easy to. Manila is far too rough to make for easy loving, but the beauty is there for everyone but the blind to see, and even then it is there for the blind to feel. One just has to try hard enough. It is what Manila represents, for it represents not the American dream, but the Filipino ambition to create their own. It does not become a question of how can you. It never will. It is a question of how can you not be romantic of Manila?
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Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 11:24 PM UTC
How can you not be romantic of Manila?
I can write of Manila at night like the greats do of Paris. Not Manila in the morning, for it matters then, but Manila at night where it doesn't matter if it is new or old or if you are rich or poor, because it all blends into the moonlit darkness and that is when Manila becomes like a love letter. It may be Cebu that I love, but it is Manila that captivates me. To the farmer, who left Manila for America to escape the war, and returned to see only a burned down church. To the young boy, a hundred years later, who does not see the church, but sees the romance of a concrete city. And to the ill man sitting on the corner of a street in Ermita, who has seen more of life and Manila than any of us ever will or ever can or ever want to. To the jazz bars tucked deep in Quezon where the music is sweetest, and to the congregation of poets who meet at their secret place in Makati on sacred nights to talk of the country they write for. Manila does not end. But Manila is no moveable feast- it is a grand mystery that is far too heavy to take with you. Paris was loved because it was easy to love. The same way Florence was loved because it was easy to. Manila is far too rough to make for easy loving, but the beauty is there for everyone but the blind to see, and even then it is there for the blind to feel. One just has to try hard enough. It is what Manila represents, for it represents not the American dream, but the Filipino ambition to create their own. It does not become a question of how can you. It never will. It is a question of how can you not be romantic of Manila?
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Diminutive in frame and stature defines him not, but instead enhances the brilliance of his smile’s shine. The golden flakes of honesty in his warm brown eyes covey one vice that is captivation. They hold hostage your most destructive thoughts to instantaneously replace them with the best; of joy, contentment, and love-the best of him. His high cheek bones define a mouth so perfectly constructed. They rise and fall like oceans’ waves with every gentle gesture. He thinks of love as a pool of chances and illogically he dives into the hurt he’s found himself in once twice, no wait, three times. But still, he never falters to give “chance” just one more chance to prove he’s done what’s right. Secondary comes his needs, in light of someone else’s. The thoughts, “too tired” or “too busy” does nothing for him because if someone needs help, you help them undoubtedly. I  have seen the coat that once cascaded on his back give warmth to one who had no coat or smile or joy or light. And for that one he lowered his head to ask God for a favor. I met this guy, this “perfect” guy when innocence consumed me and since that day we’ve been each other’s confidant and comforter. My love towards him supersedes that of a friend or the best of that. The truest thing I know is that when everyone one else disappears to the mundane norms of life, he will be there with me to cut through the silence with rolls of laughter. At what? It does not matter. Because when I’m with him and he’s with me there is a “we” that is formed and that “we” is captivates me An infinite truth is that I will never stop loving this young man. He keeps my heartbeat steady so I must exclaim the best of joy, contentment, and love-the best of him.
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Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 4:25 AM UTC
If Only He Knew...
Diminutive in frame and stature defines him not, but instead enhances the brilliance of his smile’s shine. The golden flakes of honesty in his warm brown eyes covey one vice that is captivation. They hold hostage your most destructive thoughts to instantaneously replace them with the best; of joy, contentment, and love-the best of him. His high cheek bones define a mouth so perfectly constructed. They rise and fall like oceans’ waves with every gentle gesture. He thinks of love as a pool of chances and illogically he dives into the hurt he’s found himself in once twice, no wait, three times. But still, he never falters to give “chance” just one more chance to prove he’s done what’s right. Secondary comes his needs, in light of someone else’s. The thoughts, “too tired” or “too busy” does nothing for him because if someone needs help, you help them undoubtedly. I  have seen the coat that once cascaded on his back give warmth to one who had no coat or smile or joy or light. And for that one he lowered his head to ask God for a favor. I met this guy, this “perfect” guy when innocence consumed me and since that day we’ve been each other’s confidant and comforter. My love towards him supersedes that of a friend or the best of that. The truest thing I know is that when everyone one else disappears to the mundane norms of life, he will be there with me to cut through the silence with rolls of laughter. At what? It does not matter. Because when I’m with him and he’s with me there is a “we” that is formed and that “we” is captivates me An infinite truth is that I will never stop loving this young man. He keeps my heartbeat steady so I must exclaim the best of joy, contentment, and love-the best of him.
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And felt as beautiful as you think she is. I wish I walked into a room and grabbed attention as much as she grabs yours. I wish I spoke and captivated someone the way she captivates you when she says your name. I wish I awoke in the morning and heard my true love's heartbeat next to mine as she does every day. I wish I knew a love as strong as your love for her. I do not wish for your love, though, because I know that is one thing that is far out of my reach. I only wish for someone to love me the way that you love her, so that maybe someday I will love him as much as I still love you.
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Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 11:03 PM UTC
I Wish I Wore Red Lipstick
I'll ravage your flesh with a ferocious hunger, devoid of any restraint or inhibition, as I immerse myself in the pursuit of satiating my most primal desires. With every inhale, the intoxicating scent of your flower captivates my senses, leaving me lusting for the delectable sweetness that lies within. It's a flavor that seduces like a symphony playing upon my taste buds, awakening an insatiable craving that consumes me from within. So, my love, settle upon my tongue and allow yourself to indulge in the enchanting sensations that await you there. Feel the heat of my breath mingling with your essence, teasing and coaxing, guiding you towards the pinnacle of pleasure. As the strands of your hair intertwine with my grasp, I will shape our movements with unwavering confidence, leading you through the tumultuous symphony of our desire. In my presence, the strength of our connection will resonate through every fiber of your being. Your legs will surrender to their trembling under the weight of our intense union, while your heart and soul collide with a force so powerful it leaves no doubts or hesitation in your mind. You will know, without the shadow of a doubt, that you belong to me and me alone. And allow me to confess, my darling, that my words possess a hypnotic quality that penetrates your very core. Even before my teeth sink into the tender flesh of your neck, my lips will grace its surface, ascending its contours like a mountaineer seeking the highest summit. With every touch, every caress, the walls within you will yield gradually and willingly, testaments to the profound pleasure I offer and the ecstasy we create together. As our passionate encounter reaches its zenith, I want you to revel in the knowledge that every moment has been a sensational surrender to the depths of desire. My whispers, soft as silk against your ear, will affirm the undeniable truth that our connection is beyond question or doubt. It is a truth that we share, etched upon our very beings, binding us together in an unbreakable bond. In the end, my love, there is no room for uncertainty. Your complete and utter enjoyment of our encounters is not a mere fleeting possibility but an irrefutable reality that we both embrace. In the whispers of our ecstasy, in the echoes of our connection, the affirmation resounds loudly and clearly:      __You belong to me, my love... and forevermore,             you shall remain mine and mine alone.__
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Feb 10, 2024
Feb 10, 2024 at 12:08 PM UTC
My belongings
I'll ravage your flesh with a ferocious hunger, devoid of any restraint or inhibition, as I immerse myself in the pursuit of satiating my most primal desires. With every inhale, the intoxicating scent of your flower captivates my senses, leaving me lusting for the delectable sweetness that lies within. It's a flavor that seduces like a symphony playing upon my taste buds, awakening an insatiable craving that consumes me from within. So, my love, settle upon my tongue and allow yourself to indulge in the enchanting sensations that await you there. Feel the heat of my breath mingling with your essence, teasing and coaxing, guiding you towards the pinnacle of pleasure. As the strands of your hair intertwine with my grasp, I will shape our movements with unwavering confidence, leading you through the tumultuous symphony of our desire. In my presence, the strength of our connection will resonate through every fiber of your being. Your legs will surrender to their trembling under the weight of our intense union, while your heart and soul collide with a force so powerful it leaves no doubts or hesitation in your mind. You will know, without the shadow of a doubt, that you belong to me and me alone. And allow me to confess, my darling, that my words possess a hypnotic quality that penetrates your very core. Even before my teeth sink into the tender flesh of your neck, my lips will grace its surface, ascending its contours like a mountaineer seeking the highest summit. With every touch, every caress, the walls within you will yield gradually and willingly, testaments to the profound pleasure I offer and the ecstasy we create together. As our passionate encounter reaches its zenith, I want you to revel in the knowledge that every moment has been a sensational surrender to the depths of desire. My whispers, soft as silk against your ear, will affirm the undeniable truth that our connection is beyond question or doubt. It is a truth that we share, etched upon our very beings, binding us together in an unbreakable bond. In the end, my love, there is no room for uncertainty. Your complete and utter enjoyment of our encounters is not a mere fleeting possibility but an irrefutable reality that we both embrace. In the whispers of our ecstasy, in the echoes of our connection, the affirmation resounds loudly and clearly:      __You belong to me, my love... and forevermore,             you shall remain mine and mine alone.__
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Your true beauty is seen when I look into your eyes Beauty that is seen even by the blind Beauty that doesn't take much effort for you to show Beauty that is reflected from deep within your soul Beauty that can trigger hopes for a mental connection Beauty that is absolute coincidental perfection Beauty that could make any goddess jealous Beauty that could make any mortal overzealous Beauty like the first flower of the year in full bloom Beauty that captures the focus of a full room Beauty that somehow beats all of the odds Your beauty is a true work of art from our God True beauty is the repetition of flawless excellence not only in the physical sense but more of a soul sense and I ask myself how is shawty so bad yet she gives my soul a cleanse....she possesses the type of beauty to make any ***** want to cherish her the same way the he should cherish his mother equipped with the beauty to make him only have eyes for her & blind to any other. Another *** could have a bank account full of money yet he wouldn't pay mind to any other. Another shorty could be the only one in a room with a watch and he still wouldn't give her the time of day but...shit they say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder and behold-- it is her and her beauty is a work of art like a painting by van gogh or da vinci and she holds the amount beauty to make a ***** say **** I hope she's into me & don't mean to offend you mona lisa but what man wouldn't want to get into ya inside of you to glide on you ride and collide into you But personally I'd rather make you *** mentally that's when feelings are true but in a world full of feelings that most of us seem to hide it's hard to reveal your inner beauty when you know it wont be appreciated and I know you never know what its like to be appreciated but here I am sitting in the corner of the classroom watching you write notes about a subject that I cant even focus on because your beauty completely captivates my mind body and spirit.
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Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 6:09 PM UTC
Wow
Your true beauty is seen when I look into your eyes Beauty that is seen even by the blind Beauty that doesn't take much effort for you to show Beauty that is reflected from deep within your soul Beauty that can trigger hopes for a mental connection Beauty that is absolute coincidental perfection Beauty that could make any goddess jealous Beauty that could make any mortal overzealous Beauty like the first flower of the year in full bloom Beauty that captures the focus of a full room Beauty that somehow beats all of the odds Your beauty is a true work of art from our God True beauty is the repetition of flawless excellence not only in the physical sense but more of a soul sense and I ask myself how is shawty so bad yet she gives my soul a cleanse....she possesses the type of beauty to make any ***** want to cherish her the same way the he should cherish his mother equipped with the beauty to make him only have eyes for her & blind to any other. Another *** could have a bank account full of money yet he wouldn't pay mind to any other. Another shorty could be the only one in a room with a watch and he still wouldn't give her the time of day but...shit they say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder and behold-- it is her and her beauty is a work of art like a painting by van gogh or da vinci and she holds the amount beauty to make a ***** say **** I hope she's into me & don't mean to offend you mona lisa but what man wouldn't want to get into ya inside of you to glide on you ride and collide into you But personally I'd rather make you *** mentally that's when feelings are true but in a world full of feelings that most of us seem to hide it's hard to reveal your inner beauty when you know it wont be appreciated and I know you never know what its like to be appreciated but here I am sitting in the corner of the classroom watching you write notes about a subject that I cant even focus on because your beauty completely captivates my mind body and spirit.
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Break it down, move it to the rhythm Watch me spit a slick verse as the bass captivates the women. *Lets sip away the problems like "f@$k it let's forget em!" Drinkin with all my enemies like "f@$k it, I forgive em!"* I'm back.... Let the haters just hate We to busy writing our story on how too become great! As the stars become my vision and the money on my mind *More money, mo problems That's a simple biggie line* Growing up doing fine, passion fulfills his insides Follow him on this journey promise it'll all come in time! Motivation in his eyes, dark glasses, blurred lines...you can't cool down his fire! He's heating up! Watch him as he rise! #RISE
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Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 2:28 AM UTC
"Rise" Part 1
A shroud that blooms a single bud, Blossomed at the peak of perfection, Piercing eyes of those who dare to behold- Taking trance to those of hereafter. She waits to vicariously live through another, By piercing one with her sharp thorns, A trickle of blood released from her holder, Captivates her swooning love. Fooling the world with her perfume. It covers her stain. Truly a lifeless child with a brown core Rotting out the ends of her teeth, Cracks at the seams that should be mended; Should be stitched          perfectly. Instead lost in the intertwined lines- withering from the inside. Unable to grasp each end of the rope. Never could weave the fabric with a still hand, She slips into Darkness. Although she cast a tranquil shadow, She fades into the background- Slipping silent as her seems come undone. Fooling the world with her transparent seal. It covers her shame. A single blossom that blooms in the spring, And dies each night by the moonlight- Howling outside to try and wake her inside. To regurgitate her woven ends, To seal the wound pried open by her past. By her current death bed. Sharpening her thorns for those who take hold, Masquerading her disease- black vessels rooted in deep soil- Fooling the world with her beautiful petals. Only she's to blame.
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Feb 26, 2012
Feb 26, 2012 at 11:03 PM UTC
Positive
the spanish seaside town as the sun sets is golden to the eye and warm to the soul full of life and beauty did not seek this place but fate sought it for me she came out of the west and i was captured the moment i beheld her spanish goddess her smile captivates exquisite true beauty in the glow of her laugh with that one small gesture she is pure sunshine she is tender and true love she heals the heart and frees the soul spanish goddess her dark eyes a cage of smouldering passions and gentle fires of deep and true loves spanish goddess her smile haunts me such beauty cannot be contained in my heart such absolute and mesmerizing perfection cannot be beheld in such a small place as one mans simple soul spanish goddess i am riven by you and nursed back by you i am torn apart and mended by you i am created and destroyed all in the single moment i am graced by the sweet embrace of even a mere glance with the touch of a smile of yours spanish goddess please please do not let me awaken from this beautiful dream let me be forever here in spanish seaside town at the setting of the sun in the perfection of your attentions and kindness with your beauty and warmth that is heaven in every sense of the word spanish goddess you have forever changed me from a lost soul without hope or direction to the captain of my future forever to seek safe harbor in a spanish seaside town forever more to thirst for your smile for your laugh for you
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Sep 21, 2013
Sep 21, 2013 at 7:55 PM UTC
spanish goddess
What's going on?! With these beautiful dark women bleaching their skin and hiding their features. Reaching to a point of shame from these beautiful creatures. They don't believe what the bible says, so they're their own preachers. While God designed them to be beautiful queens, living the unachieved dreams of their african ancestors. Daughters of Africa, daughters of slaves. Free in the physical, but mentally chained. Darkened by the morning sun. Brightened by the evening moon. A smile that captivates homeless hearts. A strenght that fascinates hopeless minds. Dear beautiful black woman, Know who you are. Black is beautiful. Black means strong. Skin tone that matches the earth. Curves that catches the eye. Walk like a goddess and talk like a queen. When you enter a room let your appearance speak, let your presence prophesy: "I'm worthy, I'm proud and I'm beautiful"
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Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 2:52 PM UTC
The beauty unseen
What do you tell a demon that is obsessively pursuing the soul of a mere mortal? The longing for her fragile human body captivates the insanity of his aged existence. Who would have known this creature of the dark would lust over a lower being that's as pure as fresh snow. He would travel to the depths of hell to see her smile one last time. Fight off his army of blood thirsty demons to taste her droplets of blood. In the tainted eyes of this foolish demon he will forever be trapped in the labyrinth that holds her deluded heart. Not knowing the truth hidden within her darkness.
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Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 11:22 PM UTC
Supernatural.
crammed in corrals hissing whispers of escape and hoping their size and shade captivates the next sticky-fingered cart rider mother's mind so mobbed and arms so grocery-laden that the ribbed and loosely coiled ribbon remains unknotted, unbowed to slip from pudgy-fingered grips the orb bobs and sways– laughing, helium-high as it makes its getaway unknowingly following Icarus to a solar ****** that is, if beak or plane doesn't reach it first POP! shattered and tattered, irreparable it plummets back to earth its noose still dangling from its neck
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Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 2:04 PM UTC
Balloons
i wander around your territory, keeping my imprints on your skin. a sigh of relief and a moan of satisfaction take you where nowhere you've been. flicker of my tongue, the tremble in your voice move closer, closer as skin. the smell of your innocence lingers in my senses, the taste of your fear excites me. the look in your eyes turmoil in your stare, the awe in your face humbles my existence. i a mere mortal in your sight, a sight of the past. the past is just a few seconds away. an eternity will unfold, walk my path, uncloak my victim stand in all your glory. your presence hungers my foul reason for living. my tongue on your skin, i taste you you feed me. your eyes provokes my inner peace. what do you see? is it life? or is it death? a swift movement, a tragic death awaits. my doppelganger sees how you live your life, while i cant wait how to end it. the beauty in my voice captivates you. leading you towards your befall. you yourself prepared my feast with your false judgment. i was never your reason to live but you were mine. you cling to my robe the way you cling to your life. too late mademoiselle i had your tombstone made an hour ago. i undress you, and taste your love juice one more time. ecstasy flows down your veins, you moan in gratitude i brought you wrath in return. you cried in a bite-forced. i smelled life, i tasted life but not yours alone. intriguing i say, so i sink both fangs deeper. another blood of total innocence indeed and it tasted just like mine. you saw the horror on my face. you smiled. you ***** you let out a soft dying laugh. delirium hits like a speeding car crashing. i have killed my own you deceived me. you knew my planned deception all along and countered on your own. you ***** old hag! you let yourself get killed so i could **** him. a creature of my own, floating inside your womb.
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Jul 4, 2013
Jul 4, 2013 at 6:17 AM UTC
Lestat's Deception
i wander around your territory, keeping my imprints on your skin. a sigh of relief and a moan of satisfaction take you where nowhere you've been. flicker of my tongue, the tremble in your voice move closer, closer as skin. the smell of your innocence lingers in my senses, the taste of your fear excites me. the look in your eyes turmoil in your stare, the awe in your face humbles my existence. i a mere mortal in your sight, a sight of the past. the past is just a few seconds away. an eternity will unfold, walk my path, uncloak my victim stand in all your glory. your presence hungers my foul reason for living. my tongue on your skin, i taste you you feed me. your eyes provokes my inner peace. what do you see? is it life? or is it death? a swift movement, a tragic death awaits. my doppelganger sees how you live your life, while i cant wait how to end it. the beauty in my voice captivates you. leading you towards your befall. you yourself prepared my feast with your false judgment. i was never your reason to live but you were mine. you cling to my robe the way you cling to your life. too late mademoiselle i had your tombstone made an hour ago. i undress you, and taste your love juice one more time. ecstasy flows down your veins, you moan in gratitude i brought you wrath in return. you cried in a bite-forced. i smelled life, i tasted life but not yours alone. intriguing i say, so i sink both fangs deeper. another blood of total innocence indeed and it tasted just like mine. you saw the horror on my face. you smiled. you ***** you let out a soft dying laugh. delirium hits like a speeding car crashing. i have killed my own you deceived me. you knew my planned deception all along and countered on your own. you ***** old hag! you let yourself get killed so i could **** him. a creature of my own, floating inside your womb.
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281 ’Tis so appalling—it exhilarates— So over Horror, it half Captivates— The Soul stares after it, secure— A Sepulchre, fears frost, no more— To scan a Ghost, is faint— But grappling, conquers it— How easy, Torment, now— Suspense kept sawing so— The Truth, is Bald, and Cold— But that will hold— If any are not sure— We show them—prayer— But we, who know, Stop hoping, now— Looking at Death, is Dying— Just let go the Breath— And not the pillow at your Cheek So Slumbereth— Others, Can wrestle— Yours, is done— And so of Woe, bleak dreaded—come, It sets the Fright at liberty— And Terror’s free— Gay, Ghastly, Holiday!
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Tis so appalling—it exhilarates
Carved in purest precious stone so rare and undoubtedly unique. Endowed with natures fortune, the perfect Amulet of which I speak. A talisman of unmatched power, to ward every dark cloud from the sky. So lustrous in its beauty, that it just captivates my eye. A something so uncommon, to fire and ignite my imaginative mind. So magic and so elusive, dreams and hopes of such to find. Glimpses of the wonder and the beauty, that have caught me in their spell. A desire to hold the Amulet, my future and my fortune time can only tell.
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Mar 16, 2022
Mar 16, 2022 at 12:03 PM UTC
Amulet
A One sided women She walks, stands, and waits to see the radiation that captivates her heart which skips a beat every time. As she wanders all she can do is look over what see desires but cannot have. 'The lust of the warmth around her arms and waist is just a dream. Only the temporary sights and glances that passes her without a doubt captures the butterflies that flies around her stomach and mind. Trying her best not to notice but every where she goes, when she closes her eyes all she sees is what was meant to be. A visionary photo graph of what would be the sweetest future and wish she gravitates to have and to hold. Isolated Nights longing for the touch and tastes of bitter sweet dreams. For only two lungful arms to wrap around tightly as she sleeps soundly and shamelessly. But only a mist of reality, bursting into a light that wakens her. It had got to the over whelming point that boils her fearing heart of compassion that lies within her confusion of collapsing blocks that trembled to her feet. Blushing flesh covered to hide her mask of longing affection. She waits and waits until the dreadful days of days come quickly in her distance gasps of time. Knowingly it comes to the end and what all seems to be hopeless she finds what gives her the ability to withstand her days of living this reality of a place that humans call a world to live onto. A beauty undiscovered by others but only she notices such a treasure that is not worth all the money or air in the whole universe. Her 2nd life. As said before only she sees it. A one sided forbidden desire that only notices as an equal to humans. What exactly is it that she sees so much depth of unrequited lust to go forth on such a useless task. Blinding as it may seem it’s all she cares to fall or to stand up to her it’s worth the extra steps and painful regrets that takes her place. Even the opposing forces of beings may disagree but are there really any wrong answers? Just the thought counts and care that lingers away to words and quotes. Tell me, will this be another mistake?
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Dec 26, 2011
Dec 26, 2011 at 1:00 AM UTC
A one sided woman
A One sided women She walks, stands, and waits to see the radiation that captivates her heart which skips a beat every time. As she wanders all she can do is look over what see desires but cannot have. 'The lust of the warmth around her arms and waist is just a dream. Only the temporary sights and glances that passes her without a doubt captures the butterflies that flies around her stomach and mind. Trying her best not to notice but every where she goes, when she closes her eyes all she sees is what was meant to be. A visionary photo graph of what would be the sweetest future and wish she gravitates to have and to hold. Isolated Nights longing for the touch and tastes of bitter sweet dreams. For only two lungful arms to wrap around tightly as she sleeps soundly and shamelessly. But only a mist of reality, bursting into a light that wakens her. It had got to the over whelming point that boils her fearing heart of compassion that lies within her confusion of collapsing blocks that trembled to her feet. Blushing flesh covered to hide her mask of longing affection. She waits and waits until the dreadful days of days come quickly in her distance gasps of time. Knowingly it comes to the end and what all seems to be hopeless she finds what gives her the ability to withstand her days of living this reality of a place that humans call a world to live onto. A beauty undiscovered by others but only she notices such a treasure that is not worth all the money or air in the whole universe. Her 2nd life. As said before only she sees it. A one sided forbidden desire that only notices as an equal to humans. What exactly is it that she sees so much depth of unrequited lust to go forth on such a useless task. Blinding as it may seem it’s all she cares to fall or to stand up to her it’s worth the extra steps and painful regrets that takes her place. Even the opposing forces of beings may disagree but are there really any wrong answers? Just the thought counts and care that lingers away to words and quotes. Tell me, will this be another mistake?
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[ The Ache of Longing ] It feels like an echo of hundred lifetimes ago, that she almost failed to reminisce the last time another soul looking through her and tell her that her mind is brilliant; that it's her warmth that captivates the most And for what it's worth, she knows better what it felt like to be seen for all that she is and to be embraced for all that she isn't; that she was never a quiet drizzle but the storm that brings wreckage yet, she was understood and accepted // [ The Echo from The Past ] These days she never heard those words coming back to her bet they won't even bother noticing what her eye color was was it deep jet black? was it brown with a little hint of hazel? since they were too busy staring at her curvy waist that everything else becomes blur and dull Sometimes when the day feels longer than the night, and her cheeks started to weary of carrying her grin she would contemplate of how good it must have felt to have a comforting silence that worth thousand of words where she could rest her overwhelmed thoughts for a while yet, somehow the void that creeps inside her chest is filled
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Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 5:16 AM UTC
A Skeleton Made of Thoughts
He stood a little over six feet tall, with eyes as sharp As when glass etches its way through the thick skin of my soles He was a pretty boy,  but cold, with a tongue that tasted as sweet as the candy canes during christmas time Did I love the pretty boy? I often wonder when I sit at night dragging at the roots of my thin hair Crying over the time he crushed my pride with a few words, sharp as daggers etching its way into my chemical receptors Sending me into a state of ultimate desolation, of depression, of pain I could never imagine I would have to suffer through Pulling on my uniform at 5 am, forcing the smile on to my pale face, drained of life and blood that begun to bubble into my chest, A pretty boy made me wish for death, I can't seem to forget, When I cried out in pleasure, clutching to his toned body, a foreign feeling to my inexperienced self that left me as stiff as rigor mortis The pretty boy, With eyes freezing akin to the ice that fell during the coldest winter, words as sweet as roses with thorns, etching its way between my thighs, tasting the little innocence I had left The pretty boy, Still lingers in the deepest part of my memories, In such a short time, I let myself become enveloped into the arms of death in the cloak of an angel, The pretty boy, I wished he had come back to me. The pretty boy, That doesnt think of me in bed with the woman he truly loves, her voice, not mine That captivates him at nighttime The pretty boy,
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Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 11:33 AM UTC
Pretty Boys
Where time is standing still Shipped out to a place That looks like my dreams Where I can be myself Where I am just no longer lost Where I can be complete And it’s all magic and love The air is crystal pure As you take me away We are travelling on a cloud Flying over the bay It takes us higher and higher Deep into the sky It’s just us and the moon And the shooting stars Drinking your lips Breathing your scent I’m starting to give in As I touch your hands I’m drunk, oh I could drown This is so dangerous for me Falling into this passion That captivates me I found you Behind the shadows, the stories I read you Behind the lies and the theories I see your heart and soul Behind the fears and the maybes You are the one That no one can see Don’t ask me how I do it But I do I see your soul in an instant And it pierces me through I might as well be blind To the rest of the world I might as well 'd been bound To your heart all along And all I want to look at Is you over and over All I want is to stay here Come closer and closer Don’t take this feeling away Don’t take this universe away from me The sun is rising And I can’t get my eyes off you It’s early morning But I can’t pull away Holding my breath To keep this longer Come on, take me back Grab me harder Don’t leave so fast Hold your breath with me Please make this last And leave me happy
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Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 1:19 PM UTC
Time standing still