"passional" poems - Hello Poetry

One moment, I'm held in a sensuous tango embrace, our lips a tongue's width apart. Passional, honey lavender breath melts me, caressing my cheeks, licking my ear *When suddenly I'm smacked on the *** God is a terribly cheeking dancer partner, likes to keep me on my toes.

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Jun 5, 2014

Jun 5, 2014 at 8:25 PM UTC

brycical

Dancing with Universe (God)

One moment, I'm held in a sensuous tango embrace, our lips a tongue's width apart. Passional, honey lavender breath melts me, caressing my cheeks, licking my ear *When suddenly I'm smacked on the *** God is a terribly cheeking dancer partner, likes to keep me on my toes.

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And there she is. The reason for this altar. Decorating it just like Jesus in his cross. Her eyes open, looking down on me in an empty stare. Her body naked, clean, and pure, posing in front of a glowing, golden ring hanging from the ceiling. It is decorated with prayers, written in an ancient, secret, almost demonic, language. She is motionless, voiceless, lifeless. She was playing a part in the latest short film from a famed, young director. Her part was that of a shy, frightened girl in an abusive relationship, who wanted to end it before he ended her. In the script was written that she'd die by his hand. A passional crime comitted while she slept. Her life ended by a knife, still sticking out of the back of her lifeless body when it was found by her, now terrified, roommate. She had had a few other acting roles before this one, but this was the one that could launch her career. Sadly it would never come to be. When the time came to film the "discovery of the body" scene, the cast wasn't so sure about the story ending with the death of the protagonist. They felt it was too extreme for the message they were trying to share. They talked to the director, trying to change the death of the girl into nothing more than a violent fight between the couple. After much thought, the director agrees to change the script. But no one can change the script of fate. Once the script was re-written, ready to be filmed, the whole cast was called in to do so, but something was amiss. The lead actress hadn't come. Her answering machine had over 78 unheard messages. Her inbox full of unread e-mails titled Where are you?!. No one would know anything about her again. No one but me.

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Dec 6, 2014

Dec 6, 2014 at 5:56 AM UTC

krusty-aranda

Worship You

And there she is. The reason for this altar. Decorating it just like Jesus in his cross. Her eyes open, looking down on me in an empty stare. Her body naked, clean, and pure, posing in front of a glowing, golden ring hanging from the ceiling. It is decorated with prayers, written in an ancient, secret, almost demonic, language. She is motionless, voiceless, lifeless. She was playing a part in the latest short film from a famed, young director. Her part was that of a shy, frightened girl in an abusive relationship, who wanted to end it before he ended her. In the script was written that she'd die by his hand. A passional crime comitted while she slept. Her life ended by a knife, still sticking out of the back of her lifeless body when it was found by her, now terrified, roommate. She had had a few other acting roles before this one, but this was the one that could launch her career. Sadly it would never come to be. When the time came to film the "discovery of the body" scene, the cast wasn't so sure about the story ending with the death of the protagonist. They felt it was too extreme for the message they were trying to share. They talked to the director, trying to change the death of the girl into nothing more than a violent fight between the couple. After much thought, the director agrees to change the script. But no one can change the script of fate. Once the script was re-written, ready to be filmed, the whole cast was called in to do so, but something was amiss. The lead actress hadn't come. Her answering machine had over 78 unheard messages. Her inbox full of unread e-mails titled Where are you?!. No one would know anything about her again. No one but me.

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over the world there is a boat u can cross from the seas to the lord over the time there is a line u can follow the sign to the crime over the religion there is a god u can use the prophet to reach the sun the story of elements begun sleepy angels took the golden gun bang bang the human's done and then prayed for hidden holy shrine beyond the love there is a magnet connects the emotional moments to the passional hours further more there is a suffering soul rip the clothes of rules this is the mention of truth the story of elements begun sleepy angels took the golden gun bang bang the human's done then prayed for the hidden holly shrine yeah the story just begun behind every successful god is a loaded gun .....

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Mar 9, 2014

Mar 9, 2014 at 4:31 PM UTC

alleto

tragical worship ( maybe some memories lost in the melody )

over the world there is a boat u can cross from the seas to the lord over the time there is a line u can follow the sign to the crime over the religion there is a god u can use the prophet to reach the sun the story of elements begun sleepy angels took the golden gun bang bang the human's done and then prayed for hidden holy shrine beyond the love there is a magnet connects the emotional moments to the passional hours further more there is a suffering soul rip the clothes of rules this is the mention of truth the story of elements begun sleepy angels took the golden gun bang bang the human's done then prayed for the hidden holly shrine yeah the story just begun behind every successful god is a loaded gun .....

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Sweet heart of mine this is our zenith time our halcyon days filled with summer wines from plump grapes on the vine embraces most ardent love taken under the sun with you my lovely love ****** to Alcyone your valored love vanquished with great ease all storms and high seas lends peace to these our passioned fields of adulation no anchor to set ground or landfall be found for all else but lovely loves love my soft cheek I did press to your devoted chest you nuzzled at embonpoint breast so tenderly at lovers rest souls raised lofty on high incandescent bodies in flight made from pure golden light lucent shimmering with bliss we in union, none sweeter than this you and I, my lovely love I surrender, fervently I'm lost in your deep eyes so intense burnt amber depths of mercy feed my soul no relent bodies vibrant resonate as one passional energy sparkling runs through us with ardent intent our love feels aeons old never cold and none more bold than this my lovely love rolled tumbled tangled by waves crashed and dashed under again your body my beacon of shining light renders me willingly tender your slave unto you, my lovely love For no peace can be made, lest you set my body aflame at passions peak call out my name, all my wild fires beg to be tamed, by you, my most lovely love. at rest in lovers sweet embrace body to body now interlaced all my edged nerves now made still drenched quenched by your elixir philtre glistening sweet honeyed drops dripped on hot skin sated all soft is all that remains of our tenderest afternoon filled with lovers delight your head laid tender upon my breast our eyes shining with loves light my most lovely love. J.C. honey-tiger 30/06/2019.

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Jun 29, 2019

Jun 29, 2019 at 10:53 PM UTC

scarab280

Love in the afternoon

Sweet heart of mine this is our zenith time our halcyon days filled with summer wines from plump grapes on the vine embraces most ardent love taken under the sun with you my lovely love ****** to Alcyone your valored love vanquished with great ease all storms and high seas lends peace to these our passioned fields of adulation no anchor to set ground or landfall be found for all else but lovely loves love my soft cheek I did press to your devoted chest you nuzzled at embonpoint breast so tenderly at lovers rest souls raised lofty on high incandescent bodies in flight made from pure golden light lucent shimmering with bliss we in union, none sweeter than this you and I, my lovely love I surrender, fervently I'm lost in your deep eyes so intense burnt amber depths of mercy feed my soul no relent bodies vibrant resonate as one passional energy sparkling runs through us with ardent intent our love feels aeons old never cold and none more bold than this my lovely love rolled tumbled tangled by waves crashed and dashed under again your body my beacon of shining light renders me willingly tender your slave unto you, my lovely love For no peace can be made, lest you set my body aflame at passions peak call out my name, all my wild fires beg to be tamed, by you, my most lovely love. at rest in lovers sweet embrace body to body now interlaced all my edged nerves now made still drenched quenched by your elixir philtre glistening sweet honeyed drops dripped on hot skin sated all soft is all that remains of our tenderest afternoon filled with lovers delight your head laid tender upon my breast our eyes shining with loves light my most lovely love. J.C. honey-tiger 30/06/2019.

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