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charmaine Mar 2016
There are many men who'd like to **** me, caress me, probably give me the entire world if they could.
But I only allow one to continously break my heart,
to give me black holes instead of the moon,
to pinch my skin and never massage the tension,
to make love to me once in a several month period.

I only give to one while many have said I give to all.
I have ****** many while he's only ****** one.

He doesn't hold it against me, he only asks to teach me what I've learned.

I gladly give,
I gave until he began teaching me.

There are many men who'd give me the world, the sun, the moon or the stars,
but would forget about Venus, and Pluto and Saturn.

Who would skip over Jupiter even if I asked for it because it was too big or far away.

But one would get it for me.

He'd kiss all the wounds he gave,
even the ones I gave myself
then drown me in love
even when I didn't ask for it.

There are many men who would give me their heart.

But only one has mine.
Malcolm McGill May 2013
this is why i'm not getting married
**** me
bury me with a teddy bear
it would be considered too hot for
more friction, the kind that doesn't result in
smelly sheets, obviously not here, to them.
**** me
bury me with earplugs but put them in after
I decide to leave
tell most of the women whom I would've loved if they'd let me
that I love them, if you're stumped I'll write a list:
Grace
Caitlin
Courtney
Aubrey
Kate
Malena
**** me
bury me with stardust so I can fit in wherever I'm going
Stjepan Jul 19
Pokraj mora nalazi se kuća od kamena
tu sam svoju mladost provea.
U blizini kuće su stabla maslina
tamo te čekam voljena.
Nedaleko kuće je barka malena
s njom ćemo otploviti ti i ja.
Imam i gitaru moja jedina
da sviram za nas ljubljena.
Dok ležiš na provi
plovimo prema skrovitoj uvali
vjetar mi miluje lice
moja lijepa golubice.
Barka sunce more ja i ti
sviram ti pjesmu o ljubavi
tu smo jedno drugom
poljubce poklonili.
Dok se ljubimo i grlimo
zalazak sunca vidimo.
Sve što želimo
da kući ne idemo
i da zoru zagrljeni
skupa dočekamo.

Stjepan Orlić

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