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Brandon Oct 2011
My golden heart beats and beats for you
A thousand palpitations at any given moment
I can feel my chest caving in within every pulse
Filling my head with such evocative dialogue
The salacious sound of your slithering voice
Snakes into my head spreading like an aphrodisiac
You solicit lecherously illicit questions that unnerve my judgment
In our dreams we dreamt of double eclipses
Upon our lips while we slept and slumbered
Our bodies coiled like serpents tangled in tantric passion
With the waking of giants and mythical expeditions
Our hearts would burn the fieriest of red
Ensnared between these silken sheets
Springs tied around every exposed limb
As if we haven’t known the sweetness of sleep for days
An old man sits in an even older rocking chair.
His skin was midnight, as was his hair once upon a time
When it had adorned his head
Within its very curl was a diamond, a ruby,
Like the crown of the richest king

But now the only thing that curled
Was his back
Hunched in that old chair
You couldn’t tell by looking at it
But it was once a strong body

Yes, the old man was young once
He was strong,
He was beautiful
He was proud
As he should be

But he was too strong
His exterior was that of ice and steel
Not the fieriest touch
Nor the most jagged of cries
Could penetrate

And he was too beautiful
His boisterous laugh, his perfect smile
Most found loud
Obtuse
And blinding

His greatest sin was his pride
He thought himself a mountain
Indomitable
But when the valley burned
All he could do was watch

The old man sits in the even older rocking chair
Weak, ugly, and disgraced
He once dared to think
God was proud to have made this body
He wondered what He thought of him now
Jeffrey Pua Mar 2015
The crispy perfection risen
From the quick burn of gold as though
The phoenices of old came back to greet death
With the pale, clear smoke
Or with diaphanous ashes gilding still
The fieriest of feathers and their souls.
Oh how they bleed before the beheading,
But such end, for me, is
Ever favorable, and never ill.
I want an equal passion to receive me,
Where I would be eaten whole, taken
Full and proud, and stripped and naked,
Delicately touched, willingly devoured, consumed
By the mouth of my kisses, of my doing,
And thoroughly tasted
By her need-driven tongue.
I'd give my all. All.
I want that.
And that, I tell you,
Is a **** death.*

© 2015 J.S.P.
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NvrMnd Mar 2016
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I wanna’ be next to you
In the darkest of the night
Warmth by your body,
Dancing with the embers
Till fire breaks by the sunrise
But now it's just a dream
For I’m just a speck of dust
And you’re a diamond
One’s spun into ash
Whilst the other's undying
Oh, now is not the time
Cause I’m hardly breathing
Trapped between Heaven and Hell's narrow lines
Wandering till I find a home,
A safe place to hide the fears eating my soul
And nurture what’s been left good of me
To become the strongest gem
That grows vines in Heaven's kingdom
Wealthy of Love
And capable of sharing
With you, with myself, with everyone
And together
We sway
In the midst
Of fieriest
fire.
Kurt Philip Behm May 2019
Tonight through the darkness,
  I wander and crawl

The faces all ghoulish,
  my past to recall

Unsure of direction,
  I listen for sounds

To possibly guide me,
  as fire abounds

I look to my left,
  as hooves thunder past

I look to my right,
  and Beelzebub laughs

All color has gone,
  just the fieriest red

I live out my fear,
  I live out my dread

One hope then to muster,
  that faith remains true

And guides me inclement,
  past demons anew

My despair almost total,
  my regret full in charge

I squint through the smoke,
  “there’s new light from afar”  

I plod on my knees,
  as it grows bigger still

And the temperature drops,
  and the moment refills

Now free of damnation,
  my life starts again

With sacred commitment,
  forgiven of sin

My tomorrows all cherished,
  I live for today

Belief my true savior
  —as humbly I pray

(West Philadelphia: May, 2019)
Travis Green Feb 2023
Super-angelic sensational Samson
His scintillating imagination
Amazes me in the most substantial ways
Creative long-craved captivatingness
Commendable, comprehensible, and mentionable supremeness

I ache to investigate his flamboyant engaging realm
Bask in his matchless fantabulous splashiness
I burn with high-reaching passion
Moan his name, hanker for him to claim
My foxy chocolaty body

Force me against the fog white wall
In my sturdy sumptuous home
Make me feel his damnably huge
And rude boy thunder
Lure me into his fearless universal allure

Give me more of his enormous glorious formidableness
Step through the open door of my homoness
Grab my neck firmly
****** my juicy junk in the trunk
Slap it savagely

Travel his mighty skillful hands
Down my perfect perfumed back
As I gasp at the prepossessing power
Of his fiery towering profoundness
My attractively hairy, jazzy, and zazzy splash

Great, earthy mantasticness
Propel his thick, vicious creamstick
In my sleek squeeze box of sweetness
Give it to me hard, mister smooth, good-looking cruiser
Make me lust for his rock-hard throbbing machoness

Fill my guts up with every invincible inch
Of his destructive hot stuff
Invade my nation
Force me to feel his top-grade raging sensations
Make me more aroused as he deflowers my entireness

Make my legs shake uncontrollably
The more he insane flaming bangs
Press his delectable robust flesh
Against my flawless polished softness
Tell me I taste extra exceptional

Mesmerize me with his astonishing pillow talk
Attack me, saucy sparkling Papi
I wanna feel him deep inside of me
Drive me wild, cause me to cry out
The fieriest foul language
As he knocks down my heartland

Make me feel the overpowering magic
Of his extraordinary world-class masculineness
Feel his bouncy banging *******
Slap against the back of my immaculate thighs
As he spouts out frothy meat sauce
All over my ravishing architecture
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2022
Tonight through the darkness,
I wander and crawl

The faces seem ghoulish,
my past to recall

Unsure of direction,
I listen for sounds

To possibly guide me,
as fire abounds

I look to my left,
as hooves thunder past

I look to my right,
and Beelzebub laughs

All colors have gone,
just the fieriest red

I live out my fear,
I live out my dread

One hope then to muster,
that faith remains true

And guides me inclement,
past demons anew

Despair almost total,
regret full in charge

I squint through the smoke,
there’s new light from afar

I plod on my knees,
and it grows brighter still

As the temperature drops,
and the moment is chilled

Once free of damnation,
my life starts again

With sacred commitment,
forgiven of sin

My tomorrows in passing,
I live for today

Belief my salvation
—as humbly I pray

(1st Book Of Prayers May, 2019)

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