"explotion" poems
You make me sick.
You make my skin crawl.
Give me goosebumps up and down my back.
My anger and lust for you is burning underneath my skin on the verge of explotion!
"Use me" I said.
Do whatever you want I thought.
Searching for some way to get to you.
Not knowing your destroying ways would tear down my walls so soon.
How many can you go through till you realize you just need one?
One lover, one soul, one body to force youre ***** habits upon .
Not five, not three, not two!
YOU.. are filth. You are nothing. You make me want to scream.
Jan 17, 2013
Jan 17, 2013 at 10:32 PM UTC
To Shortie
There Is something
unique
Behind those eyes
Like a Sun explotion.
Right there happens
A thousand kisses deep
& all the others
Love songs thats makes you
Cry
But, afterwords:
Neither you save me
& neither i fly
So the only thing thats remains
Is this funny smell
Of a memorie on your hips
Give me some clear water
That one thats spill into the rain
and seductively brings life
and life eventually gets
one degree higher
till the sun rises
and you can see
the desert flowers blooming,
and the wind,
colored gorgeous and chanting wind
takes away
my deep dream
about a pair of beautyful
eyes
cause thats belong
to eternity and God
and they are so sacred
as your bellybottom
and my wish
Mar 31, 2021
Mar 31, 2021 at 10:57 PM UTC
I fear you like how the sun cowers from the moon, and the moon from the sun.
only to confront each other once before turning away again.
And....Repeat.
Maybe their fear isn't fear.
It's the blinding look of the perfection that
the sun has on the moon,
The intimidating rays of the sun and so,
the moon shields behind the earth.
The earth,
Like arms to run into
but then again
It revolves the sun. Always.
Never the moon.
Never.
Why can't they just collide
The sun, the moon, the earth.
Make a giant explotion in the space and, think about the light it would make.
The rock against rock
and fire against land.
It would be filled with brightness that only the sun used to have.
And now all of them do.
But if they collide,
Then that would be too bad.
Jun 3, 2021
Jun 3, 2021 at 8:35 AM UTC
come to me tonight, your softness I so desire
the smoothness of your skin, lays upon me
sends ripples through my distorted mind
in a weaken state, I surrender to you
sprawled out now, let those engorged lips
trace each hill and valley on my body
search for what you expect to find
take your time, show no mercy, yet be kind
and at the tip, the moisture, eases slowly
a sign I've surrendered to you
your warm breath and seductive eyes
are in rhythm, with your fingers touch
a stirring from my hips, a foreshadow of
an explotion and your beautiful moan
rest your head on my chest, fingers touch
our heartbeats slow, our eyes close the night
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 9:07 PM UTC