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Edna Sweetlove Oct 2014
Badly played hymn tunes
from hungover unemployed miners
echoing down the slum streets
barely audible
over the sounds of Coronation Street
on 't telly
and the neighbours' uninhibited belching
post coitally.
Acsending high in the friendly skies
Yet my mind lies in what lies within the inner sanctum
That scream of praise and devastation coitally in your inner thighs

Mornings of wonder and blissful thoughts
Midnights filled with ice cream and talks
Ice Cold...yet our emotions melted and were caught

Like Kobain my brain overloads with what could be
Lines of ******* running to a no end marathon
Of love, lust, and similes

Why can't I shake this feeling
Blended so eloquently with a hint of fresh mint
But the acacia grows perpendicular with right angles of symmetry

Late nights and early mornings like ambrosia you sing...
Wrapped in a lyrical yet detrimental feeling of what could...no...what can be...

I dream of whimsical phalicies and fantasies of you with me
Wrapped so taut around my mind and waist i can't concede...so evocative...a little provocative...

Midnight Mornings greet the sun and the moon
Oh ****....too soon...I zoom...with Commodores like Lionel Richie...
Thomas Newlove Aug 2016
Penning rhymes post-coitally
Always felt like it was supposed to be
But now there's something rather empty
About composing post-*******.
Jet Mar 2018
the endorphin sigh                   of
                           a lover re-adjusting
                                             post-coitally
---a small rush---
                 a wonder what they're doing
                          a hope they won't leave
                                        a fear they may

A feeling of reassurance and import
                      as the fuss was only to feel
                                  somehow even more
                                              comfort
      ­                                     against you

               the intense relief

                                 of being        ------[and JUST being]
                                          (when you
                                                    are

    ­                                                loved)

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