"narcotically" poems - Hello Poetry

An artistically woven turquoise woolen pullover made out of the finest moher fabric made my day. Made for you, to be caressed and cherished as a perfect garment. It looked so good on you, my darling! Rainbow colors always bring me happiness and I gently touch you, feeling already safe as a deer in a flowering forest; within narcotically scented alluring hug, we embrace again, tightly, you and me, entwined. Whiffed winds melody played through tall pine tree tops as a flute song swaying branches. It seemed as they are affirming our walk along the shore, where the river meets an ocean, hand in hand, peacefully. And, yet, every time the strong cool breeze exposes your magnificent masculine figure in that woolen top, my coolness faints into the void and dissolves itself. Our urge emerges! I feel your fingertips touch as a passionate flame dance over my face, you turn my head up toward your loving gaze, wanting it so much, slightly pulling me up then burning my lips. Our hurried steps are heard, echoing as a rushed tempo on the salty path, fresh air lingers around us, leading us to our charming summer suite, to undress. And love.

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Jan 30, 2015

Jan 30, 2015 at 8:54 AM UTC

ImpeccableSpacePoetess

Artistically Woven

An artistically woven turquoise woolen pullover made out of the finest moher fabric made my day. Made for you, to be caressed and cherished as a perfect garment. It looked so good on you, my darling! Rainbow colors always bring me happiness and I gently touch you, feeling already safe as a deer in a flowering forest; within narcotically scented alluring hug, we embrace again, tightly, you and me, entwined. Whiffed winds melody played through tall pine tree tops as a flute song swaying branches. It seemed as they are affirming our walk along the shore, where the river meets an ocean, hand in hand, peacefully. And, yet, every time the strong cool breeze exposes your magnificent masculine figure in that woolen top, my coolness faints into the void and dissolves itself. Our urge emerges! I feel your fingertips touch as a passionate flame dance over my face, you turn my head up toward your loving gaze, wanting it so much, slightly pulling me up then burning my lips. Our hurried steps are heard, echoing as a rushed tempo on the salty path, fresh air lingers around us, leading us to our charming summer suite, to undress. And love.

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like the way your brain works when you commit the wrong hand shkae. My ability to require the need to respect you is irrelevant. rhymes don't matter if the concept doesn't solve the problem. rhetorical questions make no impact. We idolize things and narcotically twist them just to boosts or sense of ignorant cognition. generations passed down only to be cut in half. Sizing up improvisation, we panic and anything is released.

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Aug 29, 2015

Aug 29, 2015 at 2:09 AM UTC

raiford-brown-iv

A rap around the music industry

like the way your brain works when you commit the wrong hand shkae. My ability to require the need to respect you is irrelevant. rhymes don't matter if the concept doesn't solve the problem. rhetorical questions make no impact. We idolize things and narcotically twist them just to boosts or sense of ignorant cognition. generations passed down only to be cut in half. Sizing up improvisation, we panic and anything is released.

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the inconsistency in life is enough to make anyone nauseous the roller coaster without any seatbelt serotonergic and lucid the ride is short and rather disappointing destiny is for those that believe their future isn't a choice it's an assignment never on time subpar at best common sense is scarce a drought in unbridled undercurrents the tide, a tug of war between the disparaged moon and lonely depths of the abysmal blue lost abroad found wandering the streets at daybreak following nothing but the wind ambidextrously ambitious and narcotically nostalgic the passing time fills my veins with impatience for better times and better highs.

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Oct 30, 2015

Oct 30, 2015 at 12:16 AM UTC

torak

dragging it out

the inconsistency in life is enough to make anyone nauseous the roller coaster without any seatbelt serotonergic and lucid the ride is short and rather disappointing destiny is for those that believe their future isn't a choice it's an assignment never on time subpar at best common sense is scarce a drought in unbridled undercurrents the tide, a tug of war between the disparaged moon and lonely depths of the abysmal blue lost abroad found wandering the streets at daybreak following nothing but the wind ambidextrously ambitious and narcotically nostalgic the passing time fills my veins with impatience for better times and better highs.

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Intricate to the point where elegance is a warning label as if quality has always been inferred the simplicity behind it all could be considered narcotically nauseating the roller coaster is one ridden too many times the rhythm of the atmosphere is elusive enough to distract anybody from reality and within those moments you are in another universe completely.

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Oct 18, 2015

Oct 18, 2015 at 10:26 PM UTC

torak

"What was it like kissing her?"

Intricate to the point where elegance is a warning label as if quality has always been inferred the simplicity behind it all could be considered narcotically nauseating the roller coaster is one ridden too many times the rhythm of the atmosphere is elusive enough to distract anybody from reality and within those moments you are in another universe completely.

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Looking at your picture, Is addicting, Narcotically, Like staring into the bright Reflections of true gold, A pirate’s treasure, But you’re not a find, Not under the X-mark, But more of a “Try again, hit restart;” You know, Fool’s gold.

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Oct 25, 2013

Oct 25, 2013 at 3:03 AM UTC

justin-surgent

Fool's Gold

Looking at your picture, Is addicting, Narcotically, Like staring into the bright Reflections of true gold, A pirate’s treasure, But you’re not a find, Not under the X-mark, But more of a “Try again, hit restart;” You know, Fool’s gold.

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