"closers" poems
Lend me your ears
that I
may whisper
such sweet nothings
with little more
than
a hushered breath
it's touch
lingering but a moment
to long
upon your lobe
naked now
of all pretense and flattery
my lips graze
spreading ripples
of pleasure
my tongue
probes teasing
as my kiss or' whelms you
open mouth ... closers
nibbling lightly
upon the phallas
of your *****
my breath heated now
my lips wet
and in my mind I wonder
are yours?
Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 10:15 PM UTC
It lingers in my veins, across my skin.
The Death that has taken my soul.
The seductive addictive pain,
Shiver ripples through my blood.
I smell you,
Scent thick with fear,with anticipation
With Lust for Eternal life.
The mark of the dead.
Twirling my fingers in your beautiful curls,
As I nuzzle closers,
And you moan as my lips hit your skin.
And I know you are ready for me
With this bite, I insite the itch,
That desperate need in you.
The hunger for more.
For my Body.
With your life blood in my body
Running over my tonuge and lips.
I whisper to you,
"I love you, My dark child".
The drug you crave,
The attention I keep from your body.
You squirm with need,
And a smile creeps to my face.
"If you want it...Take it"
A young farm boy,
Alone and lost.
My gentle hands wrap warmly around your heart
For it, and the rest of you are mine.
With great gentleness, You pull me ontop of you
My body unclothed and waiting.
My pale cold skin a stark contrast to your farmers tan
And I run my nails long your **** chest.
mine...
Take me when I let you,
Come to me when I call.
For My drug is you.
So Delicious
A Sweet Bite of you.
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 10:24 PM UTC
I say, whoa now
You say, let’s go
We are ones for running
Our knees have the scars to prove it
Sometimes my fingers grasp for the rail but silly me
That’s not how falling works
We are humans
And humans do not carefully climb down scaffolding held-to with harnesses into love
That would take forever
And it’s boring to say
We fall into love
Crash to the ground together
Get up and laugh heartily
Spitting our broken teeth out as we do
Love is a collision we don’t all survive
But you and I are the Bear Grylls of the heart
And I would gladly drink my own **** to stay loved by you
I say, hey girl hey
You say, boy please
It’s sickening to watch I’m sure
But **** if you aren’t my Pepto-Bismol
And I ain’t your TUMS with Vitamin C
And I ain’t a fourth
And you ain’t a fifth
And we aren’t some sort of major lift
And
Ugh
I’m sorry that was dumb
I’m sorry
It’s just that song sometimes
It reminds me of that time I felt the corners of my lips curl up involuntarily watching you watch my favorite cover of it
And I get all worke
I say, I’m sorry
You say, I love you too
Falling isn’t always graceful
But having fell is always worth it
Grass stains and all
I don’t see futures
And you don’t make promises
But next to you is a place I’d like to wake up tomorrow
And the day after
And if you’re tenable to the idea the day after that as well
I am knee deep in love with you
This quick sand has hold of me
I’m struggling harder so I can sink faster
You say, closers dive in head first you *****
I say, I love you too
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 11:33 AM UTC
Every day or night my mind grows more curious of the dangerous ways I go. Every day I cheat death even tho his whispers draw me closers to mistakes that can't be reversed. Let's play a game of insanity?
Every rule we break we mend a new insane way of our tricks. A lie brings misfortune as showing you have no boundaries.
My secret I scream is the dead silence on the sleepy hollow cemetery.
My pain inside my bipolarmind is running wild with energy I could have saved to save my self from the deadly things that grab you.
My nightmares become a stories that play with me like a horror film that was just shot.
How fast can scream.
Do u want to play with your own darkness or spread the sickening like a wild fire.
I have no heart beat only when life breathes into my lungs.
Dose evil bring good fortune or dose it spill blood like savagely brut let killing a person.
How far do we open up our minds to open ideas for evil or good.
Do u want to play with my mind to full blown destruction that we can't put out.
My pain inside my bipolarmind is like a lighter starting a spark adding Fulton the fire setting my path of pure blinding aggression.
My pain inside my bipolarmind is a trap I can't escape only way out is a fight till Insanity kills me.
Clostrabobic small room I can't breath I have no place to free any thought leaving me with my demons who have otherwise plans in mind.
Are u insain or can you break the lone and escape your twisted mind.
Let's play a game of mine can you escape and set your self free or will you be traded for inturnity weak and powerless of hope and lost of life.
Are u insain or can you handle your own pain
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 12:09 AM UTC
Moment Time
The client came over again
2nd time in a year to see the reps
Plus support who dialled the account
It was he who asked his boss the Fake God
Why not ask the client dial his account?
So we can see how good he is?
The tip of the spear the best in action
Get the other bosses there too
See who the best seller is
It would be exceptional and rare
Try to absorb some of their skills
For we sell their product in their account
It has to be special like we all are
Let’s do it and become more than legends
He wanted to equal then surpass
The Fake God in skills and success
Brian actually respected and liked the guy
And it was somewhat reciprocated
The Fake God knew he was older
And ill with gout and arthritis and more
That he wouldn’t quiet till stone cold dead
The Fake God wanted 2 more closers
Get Red and the Arab to do it
Brian wants more experience for the job
Then he’ll be closer, TL then OM
And be called the False God 2
Hunting more skills success but not cash
Brian knew these were different times
Even if he wouldn’t live forever
This was his time and moment
He was humbly enjoying it
Aug 20, 2024
Aug 20, 2024 at 12:58 AM UTC
we shared spaces
as limping spectres
with manifold directions
looping ghost based conversations
amidst ***** portholes and boxes of dust
learning to bow to spirits in the dark
reaffirming treaties on yet another trek through projection
witness to recurrent episode arcs of radio subterfuge
server rack haven stroll invoked as a heaven, often,
flashes of weathered piano keys atop enemy remarks
wraiths propping heathens into ornate frames
should've been more careful with the strings
expected effects
dart fletching, inevitably dented, bent,
stains from water specks waging war with hints
splattering countless tints of humane intent
constellations gesturing in the mirror
flecked for the better
riot gear graced in paint
place to face, delayed
stone ship sailing away
similes rippling in the wakes
faceless groves of streetlight cones choking
albeit in the stakes it felt the same
retreating, twin searching for testing
doodled a giraffe without intending to
and threw it away
Jul 2, 2022
Jul 2, 2022 at 11:07 PM UTC