"defience" poems - Hello Poetry

I am guilty with lust, it consumes me, draws me and burns my ***** The want is a need that shames my mind, defience to what is pure this base desire, this physical necessity, I hate that I need it but succumb to its embrace as he lies next to me, deep in slumber drifting alone, all too comfortable to be disturbed My mind plays out fantasies, wrapping myself around him I know he would even covet my embrace, snuggle close to me My arms would wrap around him, my legs entwine his pressing against him, sneak my hand along him, stroke crafty fingers' speak my fire tease his dreams to mirror my need My body yearns, my ache is real, my lips are soft, my need drips I can feel myself, the warmth of my lion's mouth, its hunger, its desire to lunge, to grab deep, to ****** to feel his body next to mine, the heat of his desire to ride, not timid, defient against him that driving, penetrated, disgusting urge just to **** I have my needs, he even encourages, pleads even complains, he knows my heart Cannnot, I say, cannot and no I cannot succumb this is too primative Too much just flesh, too much A pleasure that must be denied, not for me to savor my animal must be leashed, controlled I will lay here next to him, so close and far My broken lusting heart, denied once more It is his fault; men to blame They punish us all He sleeps through my pain

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Jul 26, 2014

Jul 26, 2014 at 2:33 AM UTC

the-unbeliever

Lust

I am guilty with lust, it consumes me, draws me and burns my ***** The want is a need that shames my mind, defience to what is pure this base desire, this physical necessity, I hate that I need it but succumb to its embrace as he lies next to me, deep in slumber drifting alone, all too comfortable to be disturbed My mind plays out fantasies, wrapping myself around him I know he would even covet my embrace, snuggle close to me My arms would wrap around him, my legs entwine his pressing against him, sneak my hand along him, stroke crafty fingers' speak my fire tease his dreams to mirror my need My body yearns, my ache is real, my lips are soft, my need drips I can feel myself, the warmth of my lion's mouth, its hunger, its desire to lunge, to grab deep, to ****** to feel his body next to mine, the heat of his desire to ride, not timid, defient against him that driving, penetrated, disgusting urge just to **** I have my needs, he even encourages, pleads even complains, he knows my heart Cannnot, I say, cannot and no I cannot succumb this is too primative Too much just flesh, too much A pleasure that must be denied, not for me to savor my animal must be leashed, controlled I will lay here next to him, so close and far My broken lusting heart, denied once more It is his fault; men to blame They punish us all He sleeps through my pain

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pride wars with regret old men march in ranks depleted medals clink in time to the town band children hold grand childrens hands then the bugler plays and as the notes fly into silence old men cry in defience of age that has wearied and remembrances of those gone before they remember more and more lest we forget ... sunshines in the bluest of skies and there is youth once more in tired eyes

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Apr 25, 2019

Apr 25, 2019 at 5:40 AM UTC

betterdays

fine day for remembering

pride wars with regret old men march in ranks depleted medals clink in time to the town band children hold grand childrens hands then the bugler plays and as the notes fly into silence old men cry in defience of age that has wearied and remembrances of those gone before they remember more and more lest we forget ... sunshines in the bluest of skies and there is youth once more in tired eyes

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She didn't like where she came fom The smell of poverty, the curse of ignorance Like a cloak draped round her every move She stumbled and struggled. But defience and armour were hers too. From deep within there screamed a voice These are not yours. Take back your curses evil witch You bore no good you stupid ***** Take back your prattle, rattle Now within your empty coffin. For you are gone but I am free Not tribe not blood not place not kin Expose the soul that lies within.

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May 26, 2016

May 26, 2016 at 1:43 PM UTC

aideen-loreto-ferguson

Untitled

She didn't like where she came fom The smell of poverty, the curse of ignorance Like a cloak draped round her every move She stumbled and struggled. But defience and armour were hers too. From deep within there screamed a voice These are not yours. Take back your curses evil witch You bore no good you stupid ***** Take back your prattle, rattle Now within your empty coffin. For you are gone but I am free Not tribe not blood not place not kin Expose the soul that lies within.

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