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PrttyBrd Dec 2014
There she is
My greatest fantasy realized
Wild hair in mermaid curls
Waiting to be woven through wanting fingers..once again
The sheet delicately balanced on the swell of her *******
My tongue still tasting Her
As I stand there and watch as she watches me soak her in
I touch my lip lost in the sight of Her
In the truth of Her
In the need of Her
Golden skin on a bed of white
A Goddess, My Goddess in all things
Standing bare
My desire leads me straight to Her
The heat of Her hits me
I breathe Her in, absorbing the warmth
Grazing her skin
My hands are insatiable
Soaking in love through her very flesh
Parched, unquenchable
Drawn to discover every inch of Her
I acquiesce
My heart is hers
My soul she commands
My body's sole purpose is to bring
Her pleasure
To please Her is my joy
I see the garden
And follow the scent of  honeysuckle
As I taste the nectar of the Gods
A breath catches in her throat
As sounds escape from the depths of her passion
My music is the rythm of her moans
As I dance for her on velvet petals
In a performance made to ripen the fruit
And produce the sweetest wine
One drop incites a fever
A compulsion
An empassioned blur in the middle of Heaven
She is the essence of my addiction
Both satisfied and hungry
The craving overcomes
She pulls me to her
Devouring me in a kiss
Nails bite skin and fuel the flame
That burns solely for Her
So I plunge my love to Her depths
And pour myself into Her
As Her deluge seeks refuge
Coating every surface
Basking in the cool air
A reminder of my greatest fantasy realized
I breathe her in as she sleeps
Sated at last
Safe in my arms
I am ever at her feet
Blessed for the opportunity
To worship at her alter
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Jude is an amazing partner, always a joy to work with. It was both a pleasure and a privilege. ;)
Why are people so resistant
to just being people
with/to/around other people?!

People act like
you have to be in a relationship
to have any kind of relationship
and I'm ******* sick of it.

Does anyone else see how this is absurd?
Does anyone see what the **** we're doing?
Would we even ******* care if we did?

Likely not:
we're just a bunch of ******* doppelgangers:
complacent, Orwellian, pharmacological guinea pigs
with a fear of change and betrayal so deep
that we do nothing but betray and change
so rapidly that we can't even be sure
of which alliances are genuine
and which are malign.

Why can't people just ******* be people?
Why do we feel so compelled to be alien?
Why do we prove them right?
Why can't we just BE?!

I'll tell you ******* why:
it accommodates some people's POWER
and I'll say it again
POWER
here, once more
TO GET IT IN
THROUGH OUR THICK-***, NUMB, AND EMPTY SKULLS:


**POWER
I don't know where this came from, but call it empassioned.

Just so I know, upon further review, Lucy was here.
David Watt Feb 2011
This song is mine!
Formed with my empassioned mind!
Take my word,
and erase things and blur.

How can a stranger read and see,
the intricacies of you and me?
through words of ink and lines and spaces,
unless he sees the emotion printed on our faces.

So bore me not with lies and slander,
for in all honesty they bore and anger.
Do not fill your lack of sincerity,
with stolen subtext understanding and clarity.
Toxic yeti Feb 2019
I awake the next morning
Only to find you
Asleep at my side
****** and empassioned
I let you sleep and wake up
When you awake you
Ended up craving my flesh
And more *****
I was happy to give you
Both.
Crazed you gently kiss my nether regions
I grab you to my face
Kiss you
Hoping to see what I taste like
DieingEmbers Dec 2012
She bit down 
drawing blood from tensened shoulder,
rocking gently
as I fought to hold her.
Writhing flesh 
on flesh and bone,
cussing my name 
in empassioned tone.
Nails tearing 
sweat stained skin,
sinking down 
drinking me in.
Head thrown back
eyes wide shut,
slapping my thighs
with reddened ****.
Tongues flaying flesh 
from up turned necks,
teeth spittle stained
with whitened flecks.
Fingers tangled
pulling hair,
Beyond the point
of sweet despair.
Hips gyrating
screaming mouth,
as once again
the north meet south.
Passion spent
and shared and tasted,
nothing wanted
nothing wasted.
I avoid utilizing any real skill.
The person,
the human,
that I am is wasting away.
We can find ourselves inspired in the midst of tragedy.
We take the pain of others,
their mistakes,  
graft them into our own lives to relate.
Am I still whole?
Am I still mine?
In my heart,
at the core of my animal
*** is vital.
I want to write about it,
how it makes me feel.
but it is the me that sits alone in her floor that needs to empassioned.
I sit with all the tools at my fingertips.
Volumes of empty books to fill.
I'm not who I want to be.
Simpler obsessions fill the void that they used to exploit.
Fits of writing about how I cannot write.
Dig
Disect
Nothing replies.
Stare into the void.
Load my pipe again & again.
I don't feel myself.
The one who could pour her heart & mind into pages.
I am just like everyone else.
Boring & monotonous.
I am in a cycle of comfortable survival.
I do not create.
I do not expand.
I do not contribute.
I only consume.
I dug myself out of a hole only to become planted there.
Foreign to this reality.
I don't want to waste away.
Constantly entertained.
I want to find madness.
Lost in the worlds inside my head made real on paper.
The pleasure in staring at the emotions painted on a canvas.
Breed the life force of every morsel I intake.
Burn for the next physical limit to be broken.
Speak languages that make me weak.
God beneath the tree tops.
In love with all the life that came before me,
full of the things I love so dearly.
Where is Satan
while fighting this war of doubt & inaction.
This stagnant misery should be ammunition enough
to break down Heaven's gate
& turn the tide against the luxury I've entombed myself in.
But I must claw,
enraged,
& labor to bring life into this wraith.
Great demons be my muse.
Ancient disease doth stir & demand nourishment
from control & fear.
Abandon my world of weakness to become
of new things.
David Watt Jan 2011
This cross road that sits before me,
Leads me to a moment too difficult to accept.
On every exit lays some form of pain.

All around are images of you,
To my left is the day long embraces,
Where we used to lay and watch the stars,
Feeling every drum of our unified hearts.
Its too raw to watch,
The burning is still here.

To the right is the last birthday,
Where our kiss roused whoops and laughter,
From all of those basking in the life we had made.
The smiles have died out,
And today is the day of tears.

Behind me haunts those empassioned mornings,
Waking up to your soothing breathing.
And feeling you near me without any contact.
Left alone for so long i cant feel you,
I would pay any fee to have you here with me.

So straight ahead i keep my eyes,
I'm pulled by a feeling that ahead i will see you waiting.
Too strained to stop drink or eat,
I keep the rythm of my desperate feet.

The day you died i went with you,
And now i journey till i can feel you,
Be with you in those remembered mornings,
Smile again in every company,
And hold you in our eternal harmony.

I will walk till my final step
robs me of my final breath,
and so i can see your face,
and fall lovingly into your embrace.
C May 2020
The English language knows no accurate
Description
Of feeling
“In love”

Of the creeping smile
When they enter your head;
Of the ecstacy
When they fill your bed.
When you lie together
Skin on skin,
A head on a shoulder
Nestled in.
Of the agony
Of parting ways –
Forever, or sometimes
Only for days.

L – O – V – E
Just one word.

Love for a child:
Love for a god:
Love for a parent:
Pet: Friend:
Love of house:
Love of home:
Love of sun,
Sea, fresh air!
Love for a partner:
Love for a lover;
They certainly bare traits
Of one another…
With a partner we may have
Real love;
Care, concern,
Empathy,
And sometimes we flash
That in-love feel:
Apaixionados.
Empassioned.

Filled –
Brimming,
Warm,
Beaming,
Sexed-up,
Loved-up,
Overflowing

Can we not behold the beauty of
Passion
For what it is?
No pressure for the passion
To deepen into love,
No pressure to make plans
To obey systems we despise,
No next steps,
Heart wrecks
No expect-ations.

Just
that creeping smile
When they enter your head;
And the ecstacy
When they fill your bed.
biche Feb 2021
I don’t know how to proceed
It seems you don’t need
My attention
Except the answers to
Basic questions like
Are you hungry?
To you, that’s care —
And I need to be fed, but
I don’t dare
Tell you what I’m hungry for

My educated, thoughtful, reasoned, and empassioned analysis
Is of no interest
No wonder I feel stupid
Telling you

My buxom, breathless, bothered, bewildered body
Trembles unseen underneath
Clothes worn like a shroud
Because you say goodnight
And walk out

Oh, the devastation! All you did was kiss me and close the door gently, leaving me alone in the dark. Others would **** for the things I have. You told me that.

Maybe it’s all in my head
Maybe your love isn’t dead
Maybe the spell took hold
Maybe when all is told
We will sit and look at the sea
Understanding each other and
Smiling - finally.
Jayne E May 2019
Around the maypole as a child
My body did fly so free and wild
As feet found purchase on ground
Then flung in the air around & around

Reminding me of the ancient rites
garlended maypoles quite the sight
fertility dances and rites of hot fire
a hope of fruited land and men to sire

not to be confused with August Spies
empassioned speech saw 300,000 rise
across the seas fighting for other rights
of workers labourers fair workers plight

but of Celtic marking of the May day
of flower garlands, music all at play
I remembered these tales but a few
as around the school maypole my body flew.

J.C. honey-owl 04/05/2019.
Morgan sb May 2019
I'm breathing slightly heavily
I sat anticipating....the feeling
I freeze when you look at me
Bc you're seeing me

Your gaze wanders, but it comes back
I tense up when it's back

You do see me

I swallow and hope I don't choke when you're looking into my eyes and I'm aware I'm being seen

I can't hide my nervous tics or the nauseating feeling from remembered trauma and hyper attentiveness

You don't turn me away
And I suppose that's your job

But it is more than that and I can sense it and when I do I tense again

My head is heavy and my heart is steady as I contain my laughs and smiles just a moment longer

So there isn't the acknowledgement that you're what's on my mind


I'm the queen of subtlety; of unspecified glances and daydreams and gentle flirtation

I figured myself out to a degree and I'm starting from scratch

I don't know where this feeling should go- it's too soon for my heart but my head is tired of tossing the idea around

If I think too hard I start to imagine me, still lacking confidence but at least owning myself enough to tell you I want to try this with you


I'm enamored, empassioned, and frightful

When I feel this I run and I dont look back.

And yet I stay

With the hope and dreams for a future

In it things are just....different and I can take myself to that vulnerable place and it's received and cherished and respected.

God, I want to kiss you and I know that's so boring and unoriginal and simplistic but when I think about kissing you? My brain goes warm and fuzzy and I'm reminded I do and can feel joy and lust and care and passion.

My heart is full and I can't bleed it dry again, she just can't take it

But what I can take is one more look at that beautiful face of yours and wonder to myself how things could be if I had the courage to just ask you

I want to feel it. I want to feel you opening up to me and getting closer and feeling like maybe there's a part of you that wants.... something

I feel something; it's something that's happened between now and months ago and its changing and it scares me but you're making me feel something and its worth addressing
A more recent crush I'm nursing
Alfredo Ron Sep 2018
In green days of longing, a youth fills his mind
with notions of love and drives so unkind
fragrances blossom, unbridled and wild
from warm skin empassioned 'neath ivory smiles

bitter-sweet fruits grow in bellies of night
when desire's tempted, to ****** they might
protected like first-borns, not wanting to die
'neath ivory smiles, she teases, "come try."

too early however, he's emptied of fire
the girl yearns for more, she conceals her ire
behind the veneer of a thin, vacant smile
she lies: "That was good. Now let's cuddle a while."

— The End —