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Elijah Jan 2015
the connection we had
the beauty we saw in stars during
the night of making love to one another
your body reaches my mindset on cloud nine
every inch of you is impeccable
thinking of how you got me
wrapped 'round your little finger
would be the sweetest mind trip
i'd have to explore
feeling so nostalgic right now
cause the type of moon that's crawling in the sky is your favourite
and it reminds me of your beauty
the perfection of your seduction
the infatuation of your intoxication
the earth itself appreciates your presence
endulging the blue scent that is your soul
peaceful, truthful .. glorious source of energy
your voice haunting my thoughts
losing myself to the melody
my heart plays when you find
comfort in my hands
and let me slide into your thighs
where my emotional senses are retraced
as i continue to embrace the edges of your temple
i recall your perfect imperfections.
This is the third collaboration by Yours Truly & Ofentse Tsie. It's really an honour to work with this young gentleman. We represent Courage, Gentleness & Love.

#love #perfection #sensual .
jeffrey robin Oct 2015
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A poem

That does not describe

Some young girl

Trying to justify her

Meaningless    Mundane

Existence

By indulging in some

Fantastical description

Of an imaginary love

Is not not a real poem at all


But is merely an intellectual excercise

Using words

To describe some useless abstract concept

Such as

Beauty

Or Truth

Of Human Dignity

( or some such nonsence )

and these poems

Are hardly fit for reading



A poem that doesn't make you think

I WANT **** RIGHT NOW !

is certainly no HP poem


But is just a bunch a letters

Strung together

By some sexless buffoon



You aren't really a human being

Without endulging yourself

In drugs

***

& pain

)(

& I praise all you

Who have wasted your lives

In your excesses

And in your ability

To hurt yourselves

Unceasingly
codenameCamel Mar 2019
the snake, the viper, the slitherer
minds hissing, fangs pierce
the hurt, endulging
toxic nutrition
soon spinning darkness
organs tremble
bleeding light
the fang, the peace, the chess
mind fumbles
world algorithms
night could end
make it stick
this time, maybe

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