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The Poet Tree Oct 2018
******
is not,
the Finish Line
is not,
What
******
is about,
******
My friend,
is to understand
The End,
is not
******
for them,
For Women,
******
is the route.
Cia Says Apr 2013
I cannot reject him
His body washes over me
Teasing me with a gentle caress
Painting pictures with his fingertips
Tantalizing,  fun, I cannot control
These urges he has conjured up In me
Longing to break free
Bite my lip as he kisses my neck
Surging rush of excitement
Sends electricity through my veins
I cannot reject him
I hold his soultury gaze
He enters and I gasp
Clawing at his innocence
Digging my nails into his youth
Rolling waves of passion
More intense with each pass
Until an angry storm is brewing
And we cry out in ******
Another night of television hell I was in the middle of a hell of a block.
And withoout the funds my usal cure of hookers and *******  wasnt a open
road so to speak.

I was lost I wondred the streets like  ****** in need of a john.
When through the darkness it appearded a well lit haven in the middle of
a thoughtless storm.

The cinema cafe drinks and films  hmm from looking at the marquee seems
there wasnt much to choose from .
It read like a preschooler had puked apon the board.

There were sequels, and prequels,  gay vampires that walked around in the day,
Weirdos who flew around on broom sticks and loads of treenage **** minus the ****.
Dear lord! I had to get to the bottom of this problem.

The pimple faced kid at the booth asked me in a squeeky yet firm semi manly
voice can I help you sir?
Yes my dear crater face whats with this **** you call films here ?
Umm I dont make em sir there just whats popular.

The greezy faced hampster had a good point in what he said that is.
cause other than that I had no clue what he was working with really what do you think
I am some kinda pervert?

Let me ask you something do you like this **** you sell tickets to?
**** no dude its garbage for halfwits and retards  and some people from Canada.
Who the hell wants to see that **** from twilight  play snow white?
Let me ask is that a adult film?
Duh no ******* we dont show thoose here.

Would you know were I could see thoose films?
Im doing some umm research on human sexulality  it involves alotta big words
which i cant spell so i'll spare you the details  just point me in the right direction
and nobody gets hurt.

Dude they havent shown thoose kinda movies in theaters for years.
Oh yeah and theres this thing called the internet once is way better than writting on your
cave walls.
Kids there really great *******.

After some back in fourth who gives a **** or really reads this ***** banter.
The man with the pizza face finally hit his limit.
Look *******!
I dont make the **** ,I dont watch the ****!
If you gotta problem take it up with the studio exects in Hollywood.

You gotta point there sparky give me your keys!
What! No.
Give me your keys or else.
Or else what grandpa  your gonna hit me with your walker.

No you silly *******.
Or else I'll shoot you.
Ya see young man that should wear a iron mask.
You may have a I Phone
But I have a handgun  and  that always wins the debate no hand em over.

After a brief moment of the little ******* ***** crying and begging for me not to **** him.
Really he watched to many TV shows I wasnt gonna **** him besides.
Im allergic to prison and it wasnt even a real gun what a *******.

I was off in my borrowed car  to the land of bad ideas and great **** jobs.
A place more fake than barbies dream home minus that dickless tool she always
hung out with  not that I played with Barbie's but she does have some really kickarse *******
and im a big fan of ******* hell what great writer isnt?

It was a drive that seemed to take forever  but finally i pulled up to the front gate
of Warner Brothers studios.
The little weird looking gate keeper looked at me and said .
can I help you sir.

Yes please direct me to your leader strange gaurd troll.
Uhh sir this is a closed lot only people with passes can enter.
Well what if i know the secret word?

Who told you about the secret word?
I had him with that one.
These Hollyweird vampires couldnt have enough brain power to
keep some pass on them.
Okay whats the secret word sir?

I had to think deep and from such a shallow mind that was asking alot.
What could it be it had to be something that rang true like snorting a line of
coke of Katy Perry's  ***'s.

Dear lord I had it.

Brad Pitt ***** donkey *****.

The man looked at me in utter shock  I wasnt sure if he was gonna let me pass
or try to pull me out my slightly worn odd smelling borrowed car.
Alright sir it's lot 69 hahaha  yeah I know im demented.

Right next to the lot there filming Winds Of Change **** The Musical!
Staring Johnny Depp and Bogo the ***** chimp.
****** i wish i wasnt busy  that chimp seemed like he had a good head on his shoulders.
Well when he wasnt jerking off and eating bannans while throwing his poo.
What a talent indeed.

I found myself in the studio people running every which a way.
It was total confussion   seemd like no one had a clue what the hell they were doing.
Hey ******* shouted some weird little man in a chair who the **** are you!?.

The little red haired man must truely be dellusional.
How could someone not know Gonzo?
Well sir just who the **** are you? I replied.

Well im Ron ******* Howard *****!
Hmm never herd of you are you a director or something?
What!!!
Ever hear of Andy Griffith  or Happy Days?
Oh yeah your that little dork that hung out with that cop yeah what a snitch.
I was playing his son *******.

Dam well seems this ginger finally explained to me why that man always had him around
it all makes sense now i just thought he was some kinda pervert.
Course seems like he had picked up some bad habbits from that Fonzie guy
never trust a man who calls the restroom his office but what a man does with
another man in a ***** restroom for plesure or profit is his own bussiness.

Look *******  what the hell do ya want?
Lets start with a gallon's of nothern light maybe some top shelf hookers some good music.
Maybe a couple hits of some lets say nose candy maybe turn off the lights and see what happens.
Im just saying sometimes ya gotta let nature take it's drug filled course.

Im not talking bout from life dip **** i mean what the hell are you doing here?
Oh **** sorry there  carrot top.
I wanna see the person in charge that green lights all this remake **** you souless
morons put out and call entertainment.

The little red haired devil was silent as he explained to me no one ever saw the
studio head it was like meeting Santa Claus or ****** or being in the pressence of a unicorn
really whats the diffrence.

He warned me of the dangers of meeting such a great mind yet like I do with
most people I simply shook me head and agreed much like i do with
women im trying to sleep with duh like I care about her tweenty seven cats.

Finally after learning I wasnt taking no for a answer he lead me to a room
And in this room was a screen and apon the screen appread a face.
Who dare question the mighty head of the film studio!!

The voice was loud  still it had that comfoting quallity that you just have to love in
a windbag *******.
Umm me.

You well who the hell are you?
Duh ******* im the long winded ******* writting the story.
Oh well what the **** do you want?

Sir I wanna know what the hell's wrong with you people.
Look im a drunk but i could never be drunk enough to pay a fortune to watch half the **** you call entertainment between remakes and films based on gay *** stories about vampires
and dudes who run around the woods calling themselves werewolves.

You mean you actully saw twilight?
The voice asked me on the verge of laughter.
Duh i see a bunch of hot chicks  going anywhere im following without asking
much like the mindless drones that watch that ****.

Sir your a sad sad man.
The strange face on the screen vanished out from the curtan appeared
what looked like *** it was Bugs Bunny !!

Bug's!  
What's up gonz?
****** i always knew you were real much like Fergie and spanish fly.

Gonzo i know half this **** ***** but its because mindless idiots love studip ****.
Look you were once a popular writer and you cant even spell.
Ouch now go ahead mighty furry samuri.

Ya see whatever makes money we put out and really stupid young girls much like your teenage
wife love that **** and being perverts like yourself wanna get laid you'll take them to that ****.
Bugs are you saying it's all about money?

No **** *******.

We talked drank watched backroom casting couch tapes of early starlets like
Harrison Ford no wonder he was so good with that whip.

It was magic minus the  money loving **** mouse that'll sue your ***.
Bugs I gotta ask you a deep question?
Shoot there Gonz .
Is Mickey really just a cross dresser calling himself Minnie?

You are messed up in so many ways Gonz.
We laughed swapped ***** stories  like the time Bugs slipped
Daisy some ****** and got a ******* in the magic castle  while goofy watched.

What the **** is Goofy?

Gonz .
My furry amigo said to **** if I know.

Untill next time kids stay crazy

And remember if you wish apon a star  ya better make sure to whom thoose copy rights
belong to truley are.
Cause thoose rich ******* will sue your *** .

Cheers

                               FIN?
Amor Loco Feb 2017
Exposed and bare
Standing there
Following your demands
Your treasured possession
Object of obsession
Waiting for your commands

A slave for my master
A beautiful disaster
Submissive, wanting to obey
Torment and tease or
Worship and please
I'm yours in every way

You start off slow,
From my head to my toes
Covering my body with kisses
Working wonders with your mouth
Lingering as your lips go south
"Mmmmmm you taste delicious"

My hands are bound behind my back
You give my *** a nice hard smack
Whispering in my ear "you're mine"
You place a blindfold over my eyes
Your fingers slip between my thighs
Oh god sir, I'm on cloud nine!

Your cat of nine tails across my ****,
"On your knees you ***** ****"
My eyes light up when he greets me
He's like a rock,
Your big, beautiful ****
I take him in my mouth completely

My tongue dances wildly
To put it mildly
He is glistening from my spit
Enclosed in my lips,
Your hands on my hips
You signal for me to quit

He's throbbing, she's aching
You make me start begging
"Please sir, I need him now!"
"Bend over and take him *****"
As you ******, I start to twitch
Oh. My. God. Sir. Wow!

"Please don't stop sir! Harder! Faster"
"Wait for it *****, *** with your master"
Exploding like dynamite, we succumb
To feelings of ******,
Our mutual fantasy,
Into pure oblivion
This is an explicit poem about the beauty and satisfaction in ****** affection. Inspired by a paradoxical relationship, something seemingly ***** that is so, so sweet.
Crandall Branch Jun 2019
my sneses are in overdrive
like a car driving over a big sped bump

i look to the left
outlines of claking clikers await me

i look to the rite
there bulgig eyes dare me to make the fist move

i like to wisper sweet nothing's into they're ears
like "mr claker yuo are so powerful" or "scutle away with me to ******"

but then i had the truly terible reelisation
they doo not have ears...
hello this has bean a long time since i wrote on hear i was so busy with my crab s and then my love for them sparked the inspirateen for this peom please like comment and suscribe
Andra Aug 2018
i believe we all have in our lives
a crazy love
consumed
too late or too early
too fast or too slow.
we all have that love that will always stay there
no matter what
whose remnants won't be able to be erased
no matter what.

it is like a scar from childhood which will remind you of that fall...

there will be other men
each of them will hold my hand
they will muss my hair
each in their own way
and they will all laugh at they way i sleep.
each in a different way.
i will
probably
live with each of them
a late 20 of July
or
i will
maybe
meet them
every time
in an empty intersection
at midnight.
and will
possibly
wear the same clothes
the same flowery top
the same shoes
or
we will run foolishly under the same umbrella.

i will have a particular ritual
with each of them

we might drink tea instead of coffee,
or we won't drink anything,
or on the contrary,
we might drink too much.
or we will smoke like Turks.
maybe we will quit smoking.
we might ride our bikes every day
or go out rollerskating
or maybe i will get my driver's licence
i will drive one of those old Beetles.
we will listen to the same riotous band
we will sway on the same songs
and maybe then
he will hold me in his arms
the same way.

and so what?

everything will be the same
but in a totally different way.
with someone else.
always someone else and not him.

it is that love that made you fly
and then slammed you to the ground
for a few times
without thinking about anything
and then
it repeated the process for a few times
and then
it left you like this
hovering between sky and earth.
adrift.
it is that love which is
agony
and ******
in the same time

and...

it is that love that has left a scar in your soul
and whatever you would do
you can't forget it.
and you hope that
this time, maybe.
but it's not working.

it's that love...
Whatyoudon'tknow Sep 2013
I'm flying up, spiraling down
feeling invincible, breaking down
I'm high, then low
'round the loop I go
flooded in passion, drown in pain
****** and love, hurt and distain
filled with joy, emptied to hate
rising up, to fall to my previous state
This rollercoaser going 'round and 'round
Lifting me up, to bring me back down
Karen Hamilton Mar 2016
No expectations
No hesitations
No diving in too deep,
No taking for granted
What could be passing
No build up to become incomplete

Just take your time
And you'll be fine
No regrets
No misery,
Enjoy each day but don't betray
Your feelings within each week

Enjoy the ride
Live your life
Consume the unknown and what's to be,
No second guessing
No pigeon stepping
No fighting with your own two feet

They'll take you there
Where ever they dare
Trust their judgement
Trust their needs,
Become less concerned with what's to come
When it can't be controlled by 'me'

It's out of your hands
So enjoy this land
And all it offers you,
Just be grateful
For every day full
Of pleasures which you seek

Because nothing's forever
So today we must treasure
The current ******,
Of pure emotions
Stark devotion
Whatever will be, will be
© Karen L Hamilton, March 2016
David Nelson Aug 2011
When you close your eyes

when you close your eyes, do you dream about me
are these dreams filled with love, and burning ******
do our hands reach for each other, in the darkness of the night
carressing one another, until the early morning light

do we whisper sweet nothings, into each others ear
ignoring the obvious, the things that we both fear
the truth can be quite painful, it will not let us be
in this case the truth, will never set us free  

when you close your eyes, do the tears fill your head
lying there motionless, in your lonely bed
because there is no room for me, someone else is in that spot
one more night of crying, your stomach in a knot

your last response was no response, it left me with a chill
the feeling is the end is here, you sent the final bill
when you close your eyes, I feel you no longer dream
covering your head instead, so no one can hear your scream

no I no longer think, that you dream of me
the cold distance is wider now, the space between you and me
that you have made a concious choice, to just let it go
you don't have to say the words, I already know
Alexxfay Oct 2011
The soft patter of bare feet against hard wood,

soft giggles in the back ground,

air swirling with sweat and sweet lust.

Two pairs of lips,

curved into gentle smiles.

Skin glowing with perspiration.

Chests heave up and down in unison,

bodies barely an inch away.

Electricity tingles between two souls.

More than just lust.

Stolen kisses,

hands intertwined.

Eyes contented,

roaming over expanses of exposed skin.

Lingering ******.

Ever-holding happiness.

Pleasure moments hanging like dust.

Sun beams dance across sheets.

Day wasted,

perfect day.
Just Alex Mar 2019
The music roused something in me
That was asleep for so long
Every note of the song made me a traitor
A cheater, a hateful turncoat
For I thought myself impervious
To such lowly tempations of men
But in my hubris, I forgot of my flesh
That makes as falliable as any of them.

And to remember the time my heart belonged to her
She of caramel eyes and flowing brown hair
Holding my heart in so tight a grip
The beating of drums ******* that of what she held
My mind filled the void the distance between us made
As my lips craved hers to kiss
But in a frenzy, kisses turn to passions unbound
To make every inch of her mine, in her body to drown
To her undrapped form, a moment lost in time
The symphony of our ****** filled the air of night.



...
...
...



And now, temperance has taken hold
And a new love, her place
And while I love her indeed, exciment in life
It seems to have... Faded away
The love I thought my beloved has
Isn´t wholly her own
So long as the music plays I fear
My desires bubble and tumble
To give in to my lust.
Dany The Girl Jan 2016
We've got a special kind of love.
it's so unbelievable.
I thought you loved me like I love melancholy moods.
But you only loved yourself,
So i have another story to tell,
Hold on, strap your seatbelt
We're about to take off.

You knew that we were all wrong
We were caught up in the ******.
Closer and closer we grew,
And things were getting ****
I want to get to know you, everything about you.
Perfect imperfections and sly innuendos.
And i never said it'd be easy,
But who knew this could be so pleasing?

You're just a basket case,
A yellow-bellied coward.
Why can't you say it to my face?
I'm getting older by the hour.
Time is ticking on, and im starting to get mad.
Erase the feelings of love and most everything we had.

You make you're way in like a venomous snake.
I'm sorry to say there's a line in your way.
The line is the bind between my love and your hate.
You're an unsympathetic ****,
Don't ******* treat me this way.
This simply can't work, trust me i know.
I've got the rage of a madman, so id run,
And run. I'd go.

Go away from me.
Stop feeling sorry for youself.
You want to try to control me, I'm on the highest shelf.
I pity you, honey, i really do.
Lying, manipulating *******, thats you.
You might want to start praying now,
Because im not about to bow.
This is really going to hurt,
So prepare for the worst.

Here's an announcement ladies and gents!
Cat's out of the bag so *******! Get bent.
I aim to please, and i ain't pleasing you.
My heart's on the mend, and oh yeah, *******!

You're just a basket case,
A yellow-bellied coward.
Why can't you say it to my face?
I'm getting older by the hour.
Time is ticking on, and im starting to get mad.
Erase the feelings of love and most everything we had.

You make you're way in like a venomous snake.
I'm sorry to say there's a line in your way.
The line is the bind between my love and your hate.
You're an unsympathetic ****,
Don't ******* treat me this way.
This simply can't work, trust me i know.
I've got the rage of a madman, so id run,
And run. I'd go.

My temper is high, you weak-kneed coward.
The pleasure's all mine you pathetic ****.
You're one of the ******, so you'll be
Locked in the cage.
This story is over, and yet not my rage.

We have a special kind of love,
And it's a dangerous one.
It's one that ends with you...
At the barrel of my gun.
All songs are poems. I wrote this about the guy that wont let me live my own life. There's another about him by JR Falk called An Open Letter To The First Boy I Loved.
ajit peter Sep 2015
Passion a flame for love to light
A melting heart shining in eyes bright
Her hands hold me in a sweet delight
Passion a flame of hearts to unite
Sweetness in a lips that kiss
Dew and honey a brew of bliss
In her arms love to fill an abyss
passion set on fire of hearts that miss
The beat of heart heard in her chest
A child in heart suckling breast
A song in her cry of love doth rest
passion of woman tease and test
The star light diamonds on sweat
love in a night days pain to defeat
passions fire calm in times treat
In her arms a shell to retreat
the tune of joy mellows to an end
the stars a silent witness in ****** spent
the beat of heart in a night breeze to blend
wishing the flames of passion never to end
Dakota Lee Osan Mar 2010
As day turns to night,
sleep walks
and i spark into a million suns'
the sands of time reverse turn back and return.
I am burned.  with The silence of this poetic air, and
As many a man thinks the night is mystic and unworthy i think it is majestic and uncertain
I hold hands with the night as it burns away
Surpassing every feeling of love and ******. Because i know it'll be OK
A blinding vision of light begins to show
exposing the truth that i am young, but my soul grows old
Today is not the end.
For i am wounded, but i continue to go
The night heals me
It reveals to myself, things that i do not show
(c) Dakota Lee Osan -2010
S Smoothie Apr 2014
your sweet touch lingers in the memory of my skin
tiny pinholes of pleasure gasping for breath
the hardness of you pressed warmly against the hollows
the sheath laid to the floor
no barriers
all guards let down
acceptance of the inevitable
as you drink deep, what is offered so willingly
after a hard fought battle
pleasures escape from your lips lies caress my soul
and mark my heart for disaster
and in the warm panic of approaching ******
all confessions obtained by blunt and assertive force have been wrenched away from this guarded heart,
and yet nothing but the mechanics of your lips and fingertips linger
the warmth swept away by the cold resolution in piercing eyes now
rolled into cold disregard
and deadly ice sets upon blunt trauma shattered by the inevitable truth
the years fall away as a game of love versus lust is thrown to the dogs
and I exquisitely and completely assassinated by love,
one sweet blow at a time.
you get what you believe you wanted only to get what you really asked for. a right hook is the best defence of a left jab.
Zara rain Jun 2019
It is written in the runes
unveiled by the maypole ******.
When the darkest kiss
meets the storm of light
on a midsummer’s night.

The sisterhood has gathered.
Fog and dew, euphoric moves.
Chanting, flaunting ivory skin.
Feel the pull of our dance
the taunting of our calls.

Baccanal cries of ******.
Bringing down the silver tears
of falling stars to heal, to still
the wounded souls, the lost
with a swill of magic dew.

Moon daisy,
Buttercup
Count the number,
hold your tongue.
Catchfly and Baby’s breath
say naught to no one
keep the faith.
Delphinium
my steadfast knight.
Bluebell and yes,
Forget-me-not.

Gathered by the crossroad
of yesterdays and tomorrows.
Gentle flowers sacralized
s e v e n for the magic number
to seal the vow eternally
of my love everlasting.

Too soon the dawn will break.
Hurry do the last of spells.
Hop over n i n e fences
kirtle tied around my waist.
Don’t look, don’t speak
just hold my breath.

No time for sleep, not yet
I mustn’t forget the rite itself,
that will grant my dreams to unveil.
What’s written in the future
s e v e n blooms under my pillow.
and finally I’ll see...
...the one
It’s tradition to post this not this day or night... Originally from June  2012, the night before my birthday. For the not initiated, just know that Swedes take their Midsummer rites very seriously.
tom krutilla Jan 2015
between the sentences and paragraphs
were the commas and periods are misplaced
the chapters end in question marks

It seems ,you and I, are two of a kind
We ventured into love, again, one more time
our hearts beat fast, when they are near
all our lonliness we collected, dissapear

time and space collide, energy released
such a blinding light mute our senses
we want to be swept away by their solar whispers
feel the galactic ****** being pulled from us
an ever expanding passion that will never end

yet time is a constant and space is a vast place
our energy of love for them, dissapear to a black hole
so we search the universe for another blinding light
in hopes for an ever expanding passion that never end

between the sentences and the paragraphs
were commas and periods are missplaced
the chapters end in question marks
tom krutilla Jan 2015
as I levitate my heart
to reach your mind
and the warmth you
encounter, you'll find
******

the words I whisper
into your ear
seem chrisper
when I hold you near

as your arms hold me tight
till the morning sunlight
there is peace in my mind
through out the night
Helena Andrea May 2014
Sometimes i feel lost, sometimes i feel so lonely
Sometimes i don,t feel you close to me, but i know that you are there lookig at me from a star shine
Sometimes i miss you so much and i wish you could be here with me fizicly
Sometimes i wonder if you,ll still wait for me, if you,ll have patient with me because i know that i,m so difficult
Sometimes i,m watching at you,re picture looking into you,re eyes because i need to see you,re love and i miss the blue colour of you,re eyes
Sometimes i wish i can feel the touch of you,re hand
Sometimes i wish you could be here telling me that everything will be ok
Sometimes i close my eyes and i call you,re name
Oh sometimes i,m thinking about you so much that i fall in ******
I want so much to be with you my beautiful angel what is looking at me from a star
I need you to be with me day and night and for the restle of my life
Jude kyrie Mar 2016
I think back
I remember my eyelashes
fluttering on her breast
like the wings of a bird.
my tongue finding her cleavage
tracing her curves.
fingertips on her skin
her teeth nibbling my neck
somewhere in a land
between pain and ******
I remember
I remember
Oh God
how I remember
Kaila George Jul 2015
I've known him
for as long as
I can remember

He inspires me
to write from the heart
of love that only
lovers know

Of moonbeams
dancing in the
shadows of the night
As lovers embrace
through out the night

Of lovers as they caress
ever inch of their body's
as they explore the
****** of love
between the
satin sheets

Then in the sweet
dawn of the morning
light they lay in
each others arms
blissful of the love
that shines from
their soul their heart

This is what inspires
my muse
Karijinbba Apr 2020
And that great love lingered
He at 22/23 -me at 18/19.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Beside me, on the left, appeared an angel in ****** form ruddy blonde
he smiled the smile I was smiling
our eyes moved scanningly about both sharing same soul.  
He was not tall neither short just like me and just perfect in manner and in form and very beautiful my twin flame soul,
a G* like heaven sent real man
a mad passionate lover was he
just like I was in his arms..

His face was so aflame that he appeared to be one of the highest rank archangels, one who seemed to be all on fire,
my ever ready honey bunny just like me by the mare sight of him;
He entered swiftly as if from a parallel reality to wriing my story down,
from a larger a beautiful world.
Mine was a small world in shambles.
My thoughts projected to his future
seeing another woman in his world
and I froze instead of fighting to earn
his love
he was really easy to win with just
the simple truth of my life the
spilling of my heart.
He was fantastic romanticaly covert.
In his hands I saw a great golden spear, and at the iron ruby tip there appeared to be a point of great fire.
This He plunged into my heart several times so that it penetrated to my entrails.
taking my breath away.

When he pulled it out I felt that he took them with it, and left me utterly consumed by the great love of such Adam's nature and the love of G.

The pain was so severe that it made me utter several moans never felt before.
The sweetness caused by this intense pain was so extreme that one cannot possibly wish it to cease, nor is one's soul content with anything but G
'
loving transforming passion expressed through such a man.
His kissing breath gave me life.
I was all his, body heart Spirit soul all.
This was not only physical but a spiritual pain, though the body had some share in it, even a considerable share
a lovely ingering exstasy.
~~~~~~~
Saint Teresa describes an intensely spiritual encounter in physical, even ****** terms like I did with my lover Why me and why St Teresa?
Both St Teresa and I deeply loved
and our ****** lingered.

We know that an important goal of Baroque art is to involve the viewer.  
Teresa explained her vision in this way to help to understand her extraordinary lyngering experience
just like my excstasy lingered
for both
I fell in love with one angel man
and with G* who sent him to me.
~~~~~~
After all, being visited by an Archangel and filled with the love of G
* is no common event but it happens
as it did to me too.

Today what else to feel?
when I experienced such beautiful heavenly love in a man's arms?
who else but G* can fill that space?
I have the love and protection of G.
because
His Archangel did kiss me!.

I believe what is given to us that's valuable and good is more than just a blessing it is because others sacrificed their all unselfishly for our benefit.

Some people threaten lie cheat and steal to keep selfishly what they want from others for themselves enough is never enough for them, they want it all.
(this isn't me.)
is that love? Is that a blessing?

Some of us let go of loaded good ships trains castles even
because they aren't within our reach
to enjoy simply as that.

Even though, our loved ones have moved on they still have a space in us that rightfully lingers on forever.

I accepted all that heaven sent,
good along with tough through my free will or unwilling terrible decisions affecting me and everyone else.
~~~~~~~
By: Karijinbba/ Copy rights.
Inspired by St Teresa Sànchez
who had my last name she loved G

like I loved my twin soul and G
*.
04-11-2020
(Angelina San-Gutier)
04/16/5. Michoacan a native perupecha tribe
(A Mestiza mix- French-&Irish.)
S Smoothie Apr 2014
so the sheets were warm,

you didn't give a ****.

you unwrapped me from the layers roughly without due care

and unsheathed,you grabbed and pulled the last modest garment

that reliquished so easily its hold.

and I know whats coming

strong arms pull me closer

forceful hips manouver

light lips part

warm breath escapes

your low voice whispers

have i told you lately how lovely you are?

oh yes you have but i say nothing,

you continue taking my cue,

I wish I didnt have to work today,

hands gliding down my sides,

face nuzzled gently against firming soft peaks

rough thumbs gently caress the hollows of hips

rising to greet pleasure

a soft kiss on the glistening silk threads

a glance at your watch,

a gingered withdrawal as you announce theres no time,

and the rest is

assured ****** untasted.
Heleli May 2016
Why do I have to go when there are things such as poetry
How can we go to places and forget the people we saw
Their tongues speaking in tongues while their brains all forgot
And made an effort to bleed sincerously while it was still time
To be honest we could have given anything we were made of
The point was asked but somehow nothing could be done
Somehow still it all remains vague and unknown
We talk about the words in an endless repeating cycle
And laugh in a crisis and then stop and stare at each other
How I want to speak to you in a way that can be heard
All through your skin and blood and become what can't be talked about
The infinite we chased, that only dead men caught
That gives us what we need and will always ache for
The pain of being remunerated through oblivion or pleasure
Sometimes beginning to give a glimpse of a heaven made in here
Made human at last I understood it so clearly
The confusion that holds me like a mother in tears
As another night wishes to be endless through me
Everytime that I believed has led to a greater destiny
And no one, no one is made human by words only
They, and you, and I grew as we were supposed to be
Made into ourselves by thoughts of things that can never be
I wish to stay eternal, pure, but that's a lie
I gave myself enough authority to try and go out under the sun
Like natural children all humans and trees running in joy
Pure closeness to everything and everyone at anytime
Moments of salvation that can be reached through madness
And love, like water to your face, like crying in front of the intensity,
Like hands reaching out to welcome you into creation
The contact of souls unheard and alone
Warmth forgotten by history unlike inhumanity in all forms
Too common to be true and I only believe in stories
I have no identity that I wish to pursue
I have no more upon entering myself
Because the well of thinking is common and universal
With original speeches from unoriginal ideas
Or the opposite and images consciously exposed to be wept upon
Half a century later drenched in water from tears or spit
Loved until death, which means no death at all
And repeated ****** of a feeling shared
22/05/2016
Tuffy Mutombo Aug 2018
T.V. Screens telling us visions
But yet we do not see

Shelves full of bibles
But we do not read
Wonder why we are unholy

Twisted thoughts while seeking clairity
No wonder why we don’t see clearly

Living in a world that’s full of fantasy
Stomachs full of ******
Seekers of love but still feel lonely
Brian Johnson Dec 2019
I saw a needle making love with it's self within a field of poppies, egotistical in it's savagery, swirling within a storm of love filled lies. I watched in wrapt amazement seemingly drawn to the promise of a world thought unobtained, a world only in dreams, I drank the sweet nectar of the gods as the poppies cried their tar, bringing an ****** of lies cries a loneliness that brought a beauty one could only dream. Conspiring confusion as I dove deeper into dillusion where freedom was shackled thoughts perpetually repeating until thought became obsession no matter the consequences. Alone in my thoughts, injecting more lies I silently follow further into the the desolate terms of this silent contract.
Another rambling off the cuff. Words play off words play off feelings off thoughts off words
Krusty Aranda May 2021
We start alone, just the two of us.

Awkward glances shyly meet, as we hide our nervous smiles away. The space between us seems eternal. I get close, and slowly look for your hand. We finally meet in common ground. A gaze into your eyes tells you everything you need to know.
Now close your eyes.
Our lips meet and our heartbeats sync in a mix of excitement, adrenaline, and anticipation.
Open your eyes and fall into my arms, wrap them around you, and feel the warmth of my body that aches to know yours.
As we share a tender embrace, my hands start to travel down your slim figure, drawing a detailed map that'll be useful in a not so distant future.
Our breaths get heavy. Intermitent gasps and moans **** the silence in the room. You press your body against mine to feel my excitement.
You take my hand and guide it to your neck, wrap my fingers around it, and take in a deep breath. My other hand is underneath your clothes, and you get lost in the ****** of your body.
You turn to me and take my clothes off.
I rapidly do the same to you.
Our lips only separate to give way to our shirts as they fly accross the room.
Your skin on my skin feels as though velvet has graced me with its touch.
You lay me down and claim control. Our bodies dance together to the harmonies of our muffled moans and hurried kisses. My hands firmly grasping your thighs, wishing you never have to go away.
Your hipnotizing little ******* bounce to the beat of my thrusts.
Our rhythm gets faster, but our song only gets more sonically pleasing. You choke a scream as we reach the end of our perfect symphony, and dig your fingernails into my bare chest.
My fingers have traced distinct pathways along your back.

We lay undressed in bed, covered by the wicked complicity of the magic we've created.
Hands all over, we feel the dread of a goodbye lurking by the door.
Let me enjoy a little longer.
the weight  of the world came crashing down
thoughts of suicide and I'm running wild
one can ****** in a dream with an evil scream
all your weight falls on me it brings me down
eyes, hands & feet

Shadows block the surface of the moon
as you hide away in your lagoon
you contructed pyramids to honor the dead
what is going on inside are head
lazy diamond studded  flunkies

yet the equestrian horse sits idol on the very edge of the room
shallow promises will seal your tomb
in my lifetime it was a will for power
perhaps I'll have to take a cold shower
filter through the noise with a pinch of gravity
somehow we take things in stride or let it be

life is like a roller coaster with all it's twist and turns
one soul soars while the other will soon burn
maybe its in ****** or desires and dreams
things caught up in the means
yet we have come this close not to turn back now
we vacation in Florida then return to the plough
there's a dozen of thoughts in my head
living in the land of the walking dead
can't even think to dismiss this earthly bliss with a time well spent in thought
having a dozen of pots in your sink
we torture ourselves from deep inside
many want to run away and hide
then to stay in the game the thought to light the flame
why is everybody insane ?
The Fire Burns Mar 2018
Opiod other worlds,
narcotic neverlands,
LSD laserlight shows,
pharmaceutical fantasies.

Acid adventures,
mushroom magic,
****** euphoria,
THC travels.
A Freedom Aug 2019
'rainfalls of divine ****** flooding intelligence...
through a calculation of movement,
within each heartbeat has stopped,
nearby 'I' analysed will deliver me,
just before it chews its love and then swallows.'
Delton Peele Jan 2021
Derelict lunar phase
Lacking hope
I cope
In my blood lines' archaic
Ways........
Duality ......efficiency
Meekness is not weakness .
Its likened to
Supernatural
Power kept under perfect control.
Picture a raging inferno driving the machine
Thats throwin the coal.
Synergistically
Two opposing poles forced together.
The pressure and heat so intense
Forged an unatural alliance that cannot be severed
The quickening recieved can be a mortal wound
Morally the bite  can be the mordant that
Like rabbies
Clutches you hatches and infests the  psyche
permantly
I writhe in fever thrive in the strife and love the maddness it brings
But thats just me

Lycanthropy
The triple beam
Allows me to be
The perfect friend and  gentle man
You see
Whilst staving off the rage
In the forge
I fiend
On this lunar cycle
Emotions. lachrymose to ******
The pendulum
That undulates
In the pit of me
Epitome of
A melancholy
Sanguine
Work hard
Play hard
Giver
Be a taker
Hater
Be a lover
Find balance
Just sayin..............

Ok so this writ is not about me being wearwolf.....
Its how to achieve balance and being satisfied in the realm of possibility and reality and are you ............
Experiencing life to its full potential.. Cause you cant do it different next time

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