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"pheromones" poems
Summer heat summer sweet With a wealthy nature, rich pheromones erupt Birds n tha bees escape the trees Please don't plant your seeds But throw the leaves Up n up To get down and drop Where the dirt pops Ken keseys ashes Edible umbrellas turn rainy days on their head spinning pupils wide void of discontentment Fairies fly off clouds and stars fall at day Impossible, feelings are blown in and out of proportion to fit a screen thats too small Tough love Tough life Slick surface don't let me fall off the boat as it rocks Swisher wraps over the curves Got me feelin lucky like a charm Cheef all day got me smellin dank as a Rastafarian Only stoppin to sip my Captain Morgans moonshine Till we hit the caribbean Then Jack's got me headin for tides end Early Flush the bile outta your system And spiral out of controls iron hand **** responsibility, Apathy rules all. Paper crane ******* get all superficial but yellow bones make my brain go fuzzy in smokey *** In n out, fast n slow Nicotine dominates My senses are lost at Molly That ***** finger ****** my life Made me *** every time This unhealthy relation in action doesn't phase me yet, I'm too young to think that far I mean What do you expect? A Teens crowded perceptions can be judged like a bums intentions. Peace my brotha Dandy danny says theres a way out -side with the rap culture Shots of rebellion pour through the cracks we each fill The glass Is too cracked to be see-through West coast vibes kick back lax attitude I carry on my shoulders Forever green is my state Wash that **** off your lawn crack *** haters I'll spray paint your *** Equality's the goal **** race **** sexuality I see soul Open up Show me your beat I'll count bars as we spit elicited slurs drizzled to drops leaving the cops to stop us Quit Obeyin the brand
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Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 5:05 AM UTC
Summer Heat Summer Sweet
Summer heat summer sweet With a wealthy nature, rich pheromones erupt Birds n tha bees escape the trees Please don't plant your seeds But throw the leaves Up n up To get down and drop Where the dirt pops Ken keseys ashes Edible umbrellas turn rainy days on their head spinning pupils wide void of discontentment Fairies fly off clouds and stars fall at day Impossible, feelings are blown in and out of proportion to fit a screen thats too small Tough love Tough life Slick surface don't let me fall off the boat as it rocks Swisher wraps over the curves Got me feelin lucky like a charm Cheef all day got me smellin dank as a Rastafarian Only stoppin to sip my Captain Morgans moonshine Till we hit the caribbean Then Jack's got me headin for tides end Early Flush the bile outta your system And spiral out of controls iron hand **** responsibility, Apathy rules all. Paper crane ******* get all superficial but yellow bones make my brain go fuzzy in smokey *** In n out, fast n slow Nicotine dominates My senses are lost at Molly That ***** finger ****** my life Made me *** every time This unhealthy relation in action doesn't phase me yet, I'm too young to think that far I mean What do you expect? A Teens crowded perceptions can be judged like a bums intentions. Peace my brotha Dandy danny says theres a way out -side with the rap culture Shots of rebellion pour through the cracks we each fill The glass Is too cracked to be see-through West coast vibes kick back lax attitude I carry on my shoulders Forever green is my state Wash that **** off your lawn crack *** haters I'll spray paint your *** Equality's the goal **** race **** sexuality I see soul Open up Show me your beat I'll count bars as we spit elicited slurs drizzled to drops leaving the cops to stop us Quit Obeyin the brand
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a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities... *that's all any man wants, a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities, who knows the when and why of differing cuddling styles... a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities, who knows when to leave a man alone alone in his man-mourning time, distance needed, letting his ex-rage dissipate or watching his red and blue football redefine ignominy... a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities, that when the man low whistles, eyes adrift, she heartily agrees and is reciprocity rewarded regularly with hunk alerts of "hey-check-him-out!" that's all any man wants, a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities, a tigress in the bedroom she asking, try this, I'll love it, served with a desert demo of awkward afterward, his less-than-perfect cuddling abilities a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities, who doesn't abhor partner silences, comforting they are, in their own ways, lying side by side, interrupted only by peccadillo body noises unexpected and sheepish apologies and loving arm stroking a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities, who lets the man roar, top of voice, when imprisoned in car,   his voice, un enfant terrible, performs with Creedence Clearwater a sing-a-long in traffic, asking "Have you ever seen the rain" while amidst Israel-leaving-Egypt Sunday beach traffic on the L.I.E. a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities, when it's pheromones  alternative mode day, he celebrates Carole King day, she demonstrates her cuddling abilities, par excellence, with kisses and tissues a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities... a woman, plain confident in her abilities no matter the situational status, when confronted by less-than-crazy-impetuous, she smiling says "why not," when he proposes, a movie and dinner in a fav haunt? "plenty excellent enough" her answer, spoke in a rising voice full of unfeigned delight a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities, accepting the unexpected airport embrace on a moving sidewalk, unexpected delays with the aplomb of a well lived life's long term sustainability perspective when he kisses her hand for no reason, while driving 75 miles per hour, she only winces internally, the other hand vise-grasping the other door's handle, who brushes hair wisps in a dark movie, celebrating her Bathsheba Everdeen's duality of strength and tenderness a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities, that when on second date he proposes a non-exclusive relationship, confident enough to high-five respond, and laugh about it, seven years on a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities, that when she reads it, analyzing the oeuvre as "too **** personal and as usual too **** long"* that's all any man wants, a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities in everything... even a little occasional criticism
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May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 10:45 AM UTC
a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities...
a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities... *that's all any man wants, a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities, who knows the when and why of differing cuddling styles... a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities, who knows when to leave a man alone alone in his man-mourning time, distance needed, letting his ex-rage dissipate or watching his red and blue football redefine ignominy... a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities, that when the man low whistles, eyes adrift, she heartily agrees and is reciprocity rewarded regularly with hunk alerts of "hey-check-him-out!" that's all any man wants, a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities, a tigress in the bedroom she asking, try this, I'll love it, served with a desert demo of awkward afterward, his less-than-perfect cuddling abilities a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities, who doesn't abhor partner silences, comforting they are, in their own ways, lying side by side, interrupted only by peccadillo body noises unexpected and sheepish apologies and loving arm stroking a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities, who lets the man roar, top of voice, when imprisoned in car,   his voice, un enfant terrible, performs with Creedence Clearwater a sing-a-long in traffic, asking "Have you ever seen the rain" while amidst Israel-leaving-Egypt Sunday beach traffic on the L.I.E. a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities, when it's pheromones  alternative mode day, he celebrates Carole King day, she demonstrates her cuddling abilities, par excellence, with kisses and tissues a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities... a woman, plain confident in her abilities no matter the situational status, when confronted by less-than-crazy-impetuous, she smiling says "why not," when he proposes, a movie and dinner in a fav haunt? "plenty excellent enough" her answer, spoke in a rising voice full of unfeigned delight a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities, accepting the unexpected airport embrace on a moving sidewalk, unexpected delays with the aplomb of a well lived life's long term sustainability perspective when he kisses her hand for no reason, while driving 75 miles per hour, she only winces internally, the other hand vise-grasping the other door's handle, who brushes hair wisps in a dark movie, celebrating her Bathsheba Everdeen's duality of strength and tenderness a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities, that when on second date he proposes a non-exclusive relationship, confident enough to high-five respond, and laugh about it, seven years on a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities, that when she reads it, analyzing the oeuvre as "too **** personal and as usual too **** long"* that's all any man wants, a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities in everything... even a little occasional criticism
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Pollination drones on like Eternity, today it's all I Can do not to succumb To the pheromones of the bees
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Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 10:26 PM UTC
*****
There’s no point in *********** today, Because I’m not looking for skin... Today it’s cosmic electricity. Because I can’t smell the screen's pheromones, And there’s something to be said for chemistry. Because I can touch my own ******* But familiarity is hard-pressed to impress. Because the only scraping and biting here Is far from raunchy; my teeth are restless. Because people have **** opinions and nuances, And today I see caricatures but no people. Because it’s all poor, uninspired acting, And the only singular thing I want is truth. The only singular thing I want. Is truth. Nothing against *********** Today or ever. But there are some lonely stretches When I’m perched on the edge of the world, Aroused to adventure, And Life is buzzing past me And I desperately want to rip into it And savor and lick and **** out its seed And reach into its hair and pull hard As we bruise and break each other And SCREAM OUT -- LIFE! Where redtube just won’t cut it.
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Sep 9, 2012
Sep 9, 2012 at 4:50 AM UTC
There's no point in *********** today.
The Lollipop King, with his mighty staff, Flavored all the colors of the rainbow, Enticing me with what he has To places where I must not go. His lust-soaked pheromones masked with licorice Entice the hearts of the fair maidens of the land. While I too have fallen victim to his confectionary wishes, Of this courtship and this romance became something unplanned. I have now found my way into this lollipop dynasty, Becoming another member of this sisterhood of sugar. But the difference with me, if you’ll lean close, you see, Quoth the Lollipop King, “I do not want to lose her.” And always alone I’ll say to myself: When will his time come to place me on the shelf?
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Jun 18, 2012
Jun 18, 2012 at 7:43 AM UTC
The Lollipop King
Surround me now, LOVE, like linkage From beauty to the belly-button of the beast. Umbelli me here my dear, let me feast My eyes on your whole from the inside out. Your flesh and bone, tan-toned complexion Is ******* with my pheromones. I crave your privacy; forbidden zones Between ticklish toes and feather pillows We'll mingle moments and non-moments of Equal weightless ness. A shared glass of milkwith your lips lingering A lazy-fond sofa-based simmering. A clinging a crumpling of breath accidental Harmony undressed by a simple - YES
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Feb 27, 2011
Feb 27, 2011 at 2:03 AM UTC
Of LOVE
They're feverish with desire Eclipsed in love Raging like a black smoke fire ****** scents rising above The pheromones they release Must be smelled miles away They've missed this, the tease And liquid glances, it's been days Since, either have touched the other But they still feel that ****** tension On every inch of their skin When they're finally away from prying eyes Their lips mesh, his hands move to her thighs And hers slide up through his hair Gripping on tight They could be spotted, but neither cares He pushes her hard against the wall Bringing her legs around his hips She thanks heaven she wore a skirt And quiets a moan by devouring his lips He quickly, fervently unzips his jeans Releasing himself and promptly Entering her sweet, wet heat He groans as he swallows her scream Then pounds in hard, fast, ferociously She rocks her hips with a delicious little motion Squeezing her core tight, biting his lips Coming almost instantly when he growls with delight He thrusts harder, incessantly feeling her getting tight Moving her ankles to rest on his shoulders He delves his shaft as deep inside as he can reach She scratches scars along his back And they kiss so deep like it's the final feast She throbs in her core as another wave hits at full force Starts going weak as she comes once more Feeling her liquid pour, brings him to the edge He grips her ankles stretching the limits of her flexibility Then roars into her sweet mouth as he comes, vigorously He lets her legs go, but holds her upright They both sigh knowing it's the beginning of the night, And that was just a quickie
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Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 3:18 PM UTC
Quickie **** Sunday)
They're feverish with desire Eclipsed in love Raging like a black smoke fire ****** scents rising above The pheromones they release Must be smelled miles away They've missed this, the tease And liquid glances, it's been days Since, either have touched the other But they still feel that ****** tension On every inch of their skin When they're finally away from prying eyes Their lips mesh, his hands move to her thighs And hers slide up through his hair Gripping on tight They could be spotted, but neither cares He pushes her hard against the wall Bringing her legs around his hips She thanks heaven she wore a skirt And quiets a moan by devouring his lips He quickly, fervently unzips his jeans Releasing himself and promptly Entering her sweet, wet heat He groans as he swallows her scream Then pounds in hard, fast, ferociously She rocks her hips with a delicious little motion Squeezing her core tight, biting his lips Coming almost instantly when he growls with delight He thrusts harder, incessantly feeling her getting tight Moving her ankles to rest on his shoulders He delves his shaft as deep inside as he can reach She scratches scars along his back And they kiss so deep like it's the final feast She throbs in her core as another wave hits at full force Starts going weak as she comes once more Feeling her liquid pour, brings him to the edge He grips her ankles stretching the limits of her flexibility Then roars into her sweet mouth as he comes, vigorously He lets her legs go, but holds her upright They both sigh knowing it's the beginning of the night, And that was just a quickie
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When I wrap my vision around your waistline... I get tangled in knots that butterflies tie. Wings thin as wax paper and transparent as your soul. Curves of flesh produce exact precision. But hey, I'm just a connoisseur of those...features. Those fine-lines of feminine phenomenon. This soft, subtle, sensual creature... Delicious pheromones parallel the purest of poetic sentences. I would speak velvet vows to your lips. Volumes of words get whispered in a single kiss. Vivacious verbs flirt with hidden hips. And those hidden hips are hidden bliss to my male mind... I got lost in hidden hips somewhere along the line... But first I got lost in your mind. Got blinded by your sunshine... Body like a wine bottle... So fine that no words or signs can define... Those deadly curves.
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Nov 23, 2010
Nov 23, 2010 at 11:34 PM UTC
Deadly Curves
I. So long are the thoughts of someone so beautiful pulled in by a vision of body and mind so young chasing inspiration to steal the gaze of a woman like a fire that burns so to a heart seated in passion and even harder to fight the warmth of attraction, yet a gentlemen waits until he is given the pleasure. II. In a moment, one can see his eyes filled with pleasure given a glow whilst reflecting something beautiful. She never shies away from the design of his attraction, hard to build a foundation on a ground yet so young. Yet there is no limit, even one such as age, to limit passion, rarely does time measure wisdom between a girl or a woman. III. His pheromones work magic to his beating heart for a woman. She seeks to be the resting of his desires that fulfill his pleasure. There is a slow creeping thought that feelings are merely passion, and there is little but a burning lust rather than something beautiful. Harder are the connections with the ones who venture young, but an old soul has the experiences that altered fates attraction IV. There are those who walk away from such an attraction Envisioning a different path with an older woman Seeing little to gain mentally from a person fairly young Never realizing that her mind was always his pleasure Not just intellect, but thoughts that were oh so beautiful, With words that reflect such a bright heart of passion. V. No matter resistances or distances, their connection is their passion. They write to impress one another, flirting to increase the attraction. Displaying their hearts for each other in writings so beautiful, many poems composed for and because of, a certain woman. Never by touch but a pen evoking feelings with written pleasure, sharing in a cryptic way the hidden feeling from when young. VI. Still one cannot find the power to resistant a flower, young. Merely looking for a fuel to fire our deepest passion, never forgetting the strength of giving pleasure. Baring his shyness to show complicated attraction, in the pursuit of a hope that she is no ordinary woman. Like hoping on a sunrise, but knowing it will be beautiful. VII. Intricate is the passion in the face of his attraction. So too is the zeal of the wanting young woman. Still the greatest pleasure is that she is beautiful.
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Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 8:42 PM UTC
Into a daydream...
I. So long are the thoughts of someone so beautiful pulled in by a vision of body and mind so young chasing inspiration to steal the gaze of a woman like a fire that burns so to a heart seated in passion and even harder to fight the warmth of attraction, yet a gentlemen waits until he is given the pleasure. II. In a moment, one can see his eyes filled with pleasure given a glow whilst reflecting something beautiful. She never shies away from the design of his attraction, hard to build a foundation on a ground yet so young. Yet there is no limit, even one such as age, to limit passion, rarely does time measure wisdom between a girl or a woman. III. His pheromones work magic to his beating heart for a woman. She seeks to be the resting of his desires that fulfill his pleasure. There is a slow creeping thought that feelings are merely passion, and there is little but a burning lust rather than something beautiful. Harder are the connections with the ones who venture young, but an old soul has the experiences that altered fates attraction IV. There are those who walk away from such an attraction Envisioning a different path with an older woman Seeing little to gain mentally from a person fairly young Never realizing that her mind was always his pleasure Not just intellect, but thoughts that were oh so beautiful, With words that reflect such a bright heart of passion. V. No matter resistances or distances, their connection is their passion. They write to impress one another, flirting to increase the attraction. Displaying their hearts for each other in writings so beautiful, many poems composed for and because of, a certain woman. Never by touch but a pen evoking feelings with written pleasure, sharing in a cryptic way the hidden feeling from when young. VI. Still one cannot find the power to resistant a flower, young. Merely looking for a fuel to fire our deepest passion, never forgetting the strength of giving pleasure. Baring his shyness to show complicated attraction, in the pursuit of a hope that she is no ordinary woman. Like hoping on a sunrise, but knowing it will be beautiful. VII. Intricate is the passion in the face of his attraction. So too is the zeal of the wanting young woman. Still the greatest pleasure is that she is beautiful.
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Serotonin Oxytocin mu-2 Kappa Melatonin Acetylcholine Dopamine Epinephrine Your love is a drug your touch is an addiction with pupil dilation and body feeling free I really do even scientifically get high when you are next to me The hormones and pheromones flow in through my nose sink into my skin and flow through then out again as we lay entwined smelling tasting and touching each other. To explain love is both intangible illogical and unknown while at the same time a scientific and physiological study of the way our bodies interact. True love versus lust and arousal which is more addicting and which is something worth predicting? These must be the reasons why when we are together we cannot seem to think we just want to sleep we laugh about nothing and smile for miles we both go limp and hard at the same time sending us both on a ride that leaves us flying high I must say that addiction runs in my family and I am not sure I will ever be able to give you up. Worse than nicotine caffeine pills and alcohol Your love truly is a drug and I will never leave you under the rug. It is said that what is between two people, is something no other will understand even the most in depth conversation can never explain ….and yet here I am writing ten times a day to try and convey this feeling to others all in complete pride and vain.
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Jun 26, 2010
Jun 26, 2010 at 3:25 PM UTC
Drug Dealing - pt. 1 In Bed
In department store foyers, free samples sprayed, A collision of cosmetics muddle the air. The olfactory overpowered by such obvious odours, Why do natural notes disconcert you? Not the gym heavy sodden or overworked, Recognition of an individual, whilst eyes remain shut. Faint trace of the familiar or frenzied pheromones, A headiness misplaced by the cologne wearing clones Preference for the perfumed, the artificial sweetener. Marketed meticulously Musk manufactured yet not made by man Of flowers dear, of oils and compounds. Fresh, fruity, citrus or spiced Artificial aromas keep your own scent disguised Society simulates this sophistication of the senses, Masking yourself from me as you are wooed, Accustomed to this attraction, till you let down your defences How shall I know you when you are ****
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Oct 30, 2012
Oct 30, 2012 at 6:10 PM UTC
“Would you like to try our new fragrance?!”
She’s so beautiful, she’s such a Passion Magnet, that even though I know she can not be owned, I still want to call her my own so anytime I want I can have it, so precious our time together is, that I don’t take a moment for granted, still she’s so humble, that even though she is all powerful she doesn’t know it, she’s the most modest Hottest Goddess I’ve ever witnessed, so when she let’s me in I take the chance & hope I don’t blow it, she’s everything I’ve ever wanted, best love I’ve ever made, if she’d accept my proposal, I’d propose to her this very today, I’d get on my knees & ask for her hand with a ring, I’d give her my word, give her her space, & I’d give up the game, but none of the what ifs that may happen after even matter, because when we’re together everything else vanishes, these words become unheard irrelevant meaningless chatter, we become a phenomenon of amorous rapturous happiness, whereupon all our wrongs are gone. the only song is laughter, & all that exists is an ambience of virtuous everlasting bliss, as her seas swell she yells, flooding the lands of this one man island, going off without a pause she digs in her claws, shivering gleefully delivering repeatedly oceanic ******* & as she does I let go & give up my whole self as an offering, I let her have her way with me, we literally make love for hours, uncensored, this is not for amateurs or minors, this is grown & **** pheromones exercising exciting instincts, this is not for idiots or cowards, it takes courage & strength, to let yourself be so open & vulnerable, & after the session is done I propose to her, “Fck it run away with me, let’s go all the way, let’s create our own world where we are untouchable, I’ve got the funds to pay if you’re ready to run away, seriously let’s create our own kingdom it’ll be wonderful.”, to this she turned to me & in our post-sex sweat she said, “But Aaron we just met I’m not so sure I mean I don’t know.”, to which I said, “Izzy I get it but please trust your self, take a few moments to meditate on it & listen to your soul, let us hold onto these moments of bliss together, & let’s let everything else just go.”… ∆ LaLux ∆ THHT3: The Hollywood Hearts Trilogy vol. 3 available worldwide: 9/9/19
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Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 8:46 PM UTC
Such A Beautiful Proposal (Izzy Is) [46]
She’s so beautiful, she’s such a Passion Magnet, that even though I know she can not be owned, I still want to call her my own so anytime I want I can have it, so precious our time together is, that I don’t take a moment for granted, still she’s so humble, that even though she is all powerful she doesn’t know it, she’s the most modest Hottest Goddess I’ve ever witnessed, so when she let’s me in I take the chance & hope I don’t blow it, she’s everything I’ve ever wanted, best love I’ve ever made, if she’d accept my proposal, I’d propose to her this very today, I’d get on my knees & ask for her hand with a ring, I’d give her my word, give her her space, & I’d give up the game, but none of the what ifs that may happen after even matter, because when we’re together everything else vanishes, these words become unheard irrelevant meaningless chatter, we become a phenomenon of amorous rapturous happiness, whereupon all our wrongs are gone. the only song is laughter, & all that exists is an ambience of virtuous everlasting bliss, as her seas swell she yells, flooding the lands of this one man island, going off without a pause she digs in her claws, shivering gleefully delivering repeatedly oceanic ******* & as she does I let go & give up my whole self as an offering, I let her have her way with me, we literally make love for hours, uncensored, this is not for amateurs or minors, this is grown & **** pheromones exercising exciting instincts, this is not for idiots or cowards, it takes courage & strength, to let yourself be so open & vulnerable, & after the session is done I propose to her, “Fck it run away with me, let’s go all the way, let’s create our own world where we are untouchable, I’ve got the funds to pay if you’re ready to run away, seriously let’s create our own kingdom it’ll be wonderful.”, to this she turned to me & in our post-sex sweat she said, “But Aaron we just met I’m not so sure I mean I don’t know.”, to which I said, “Izzy I get it but please trust your self, take a few moments to meditate on it & listen to your soul, let us hold onto these moments of bliss together, & let’s let everything else just go.”… ∆ LaLux ∆ THHT3: The Hollywood Hearts Trilogy vol. 3 available worldwide: 9/9/19
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my mist expires in your atmosphere linen sheets adhere around my throat, no fear smell pheromones in the air it's crystal clear, my dear i am amiss without you near self-controlled white-knuckle hold now conquered cold and longing to spy a songbird if only for a single moment and nothing longer i am somber but mighty fond of her strong enough to say it still and stronger now to do smart enough to ponder it here but dumb enough to squander it too red hearts are lies beating blood flows blue it is true, did you hear? i'm amiss without you near i thought we were musketeers turns out you're the puppeteer pulling my strings, was as I feared another way to ingratiate and endear while I'm tied here waiting to hear a footstep to take the next step another level for this intimate project but from this aspect with all due disrespect you subject me to intense neglect you're a ****** architect speaking scintillating dialects only I can connect but I am a bad girl... so I guess I deserve it my favorite show now that you mention is when you are standing at attention you brighten your eyes and your voice changes inflection my indiscretion becomes your intention but I digress, and bite through, throughout this blissful rendezvous as we float like a feather into the bedroom together past dawn until noon it must be true i am amiss without you
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Jul 16, 2025
Jul 16, 2025 at 11:16 AM UTC
I am amiss without you
fables of pheromones have me searching for lust outside of learning to love and a genuine care for the human race. hearts left at bedside, as normal love set aside and frightened lovers turned to a fresher side of new conditions and a newer rendition of what we call love. Soon you will see, that it's not about you or me. and that it's just like methamphetamine. making your heart race by just looking at her face, and an expression of depth; like getting away with theft of a real love.
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Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 2:14 AM UTC
Stolen Love
Her irises darting, probing. Her tastes floated and churned behind mine. Brushed, warm, wet lips and tongues. We kissed until it burned, numbed but unsated. Fear, passion, pheromones blended flammabley and ignited on a fire of psychotic teen heartbreak. Stalking, trembling, steering my soul past it (but always dragging it behind)
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May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 12:41 AM UTC
Strawberry
I inhale Your Intoxicating fragrance Pheromones entice Lingering passion Sun and sky sweet I am delirious Dancing in your Wakening melodies Bouquet of pearly-white peaks I Awake In your quicksand soil Scattering seeds Delicate sea legs Wobbly wooden stalks Germinating roots A newborn flower Porcelain Fragile, Fertile foliage I swallow Your clear spring geyser Brisk diamond water Raining sky water Relieve my parched Withering body Swimming Stealing grace Sea of Fertility I Rejoice Your Renewing promise I am breathless Wild ecstasy A Cacophony of birdsong My petals Gorgeous milk fluff A canopy of tranquility In the shape of a heart
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Feb 16, 2010
Feb 16, 2010 at 6:14 PM UTC
Garden Affair
Are we capable of making sensible choices? when our own logic is generated from organic matter; a brain heavily influenced; fueled on random flashes, hormones, pheromones, testosterone, diet, desire, the air we breath, the need to *** or a simple cup of tea; all of which alters our body ~ ((Our chemical bag)); a fragile echo system constantly at odds with other elements. Our fuel, our input influences the way we think, Yet our ego tells us that we are in control; and that we makes our own choices. Put your hands on your hearts people! and tell me how many sensible choices have we acutely made! I'm personally content that some seemingly bad choices have turned out quite nice!
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Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 7:39 AM UTC
We make our own choices?
Come to me.              your inscribed                 slashes of verse                 branded upon              the juice of            my tongue      a specter     of the ultimate gift       as we allow          the magic               to rise                and peel off in          swathed, aching          layers,                 undone Each stratum of   dermis shed        is a prayer for          our succulent                      redemption                         Each shadow of                           silky cuttlefish caress                    a plea for sanctity             or perhaps simply             being loved         into a frenzy         of sanity             healing in waves                     of electric eyes                           You open me                     like a holy book               and I am suddenly                   filled with light            as you unlock the blessings from my spinal fluid and I am a priestess   on her altar        arms raised,          love braised               into slick-lit wonder                a spiral cone rising from                             ground to crown                  chakric palette pulsating             phosphorescent ripples on deep-sea creatures Your ubiety        slakes my naked,             somatic anatomy                    a mere shelter                           for our souls                            a working        of muscle and skin     with heart strings pumping                     the essence within                      Our brainwaves                                     sizzle in                          glandular fire                         as pheromones                        envelope us                    like incense This goes far beyond the wet cuntflush of desire beyond the embellishment of moistened sword   It is the sacred dance          of souls that merge             before even touching                       pre-verbal animal                    first light of mankind                           in ancient swells                                  of earth that                            rise like sparks                 the constellations            of firework chimes        in arcs of chiseled          dark
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Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 7:26 PM UTC
invocation
Come to me.              your inscribed                 slashes of verse                 branded upon              the juice of            my tongue      a specter     of the ultimate gift       as we allow          the magic               to rise                and peel off in          swathed, aching          layers,                 undone Each stratum of   dermis shed        is a prayer for          our succulent                      redemption                         Each shadow of                           silky cuttlefish caress                    a plea for sanctity             or perhaps simply             being loved         into a frenzy         of sanity             healing in waves                     of electric eyes                           You open me                     like a holy book               and I am suddenly                   filled with light            as you unlock the blessings from my spinal fluid and I am a priestess   on her altar        arms raised,          love braised               into slick-lit wonder                a spiral cone rising from                             ground to crown                  chakric palette pulsating             phosphorescent ripples on deep-sea creatures Your ubiety        slakes my naked,             somatic anatomy                    a mere shelter                           for our souls                            a working        of muscle and skin     with heart strings pumping                     the essence within                      Our brainwaves                                     sizzle in                          glandular fire                         as pheromones                        envelope us                    like incense This goes far beyond the wet cuntflush of desire beyond the embellishment of moistened sword   It is the sacred dance          of souls that merge             before even touching                       pre-verbal animal                    first light of mankind                           in ancient swells                                  of earth that                            rise like sparks                 the constellations            of firework chimes        in arcs of chiseled          dark
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There’s a wildness within his eyes that sparks a fire inside my soul. Passion, desire and the bitter taste of lust float through the air as pheromones, Creating a bridge between us and linking us together. This visceral feeling acts almost like a drug, pulling me under and clouding my senses. It’s a primal game we play. We test ATTRACTion by creating friction with our bodies. And are frightened by the REACTion we feel, finding out that love, as a catalyst, knows no bounds of race, gender, religion, philosophy or age. That, in the end, we’re all just human and to love is what makes us so. And there’s no error in that.
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Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 8:26 PM UTC
Epiphany No. 6
Just like an angel flung out of space , My love for you will always be genuine, A beautiful flower in my garden, I'll  forever water you, Keep you close to the window so that you can flourish, You're  no ordinary flower but a  queen in my garden, Your  enticing pheromones will feel the room, And I'll be the only bumblebee to pollinate you, my love, Deep inside your alluring  petals  covered  with your nectar, I'll be so committed in your garden, I'll keep coming back for more and more, And you'll magnificently bloom in all seasons.
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Nov 12, 2024
Nov 12, 2024 at 11:16 PM UTC
My Love
...Our bodies, clothed, our souls, naked, our Selves, exposed, under the glow, so sacred, the glow, of the deep red moon, in it’s eclipse, in our eclipse, more than epic, everything all of it, love crazy as a lunatic, this is honestness, in all honestness, all of us, involved not embroiled, incense, and oils, timeless heirlooms of pheromones, undertones of unknowns future plans postponed, the core of our chromosomes covered in ecstatic moans, the world our throne ET finally phoned home, emotions amplified no microphone, thrown into our sensory’s cyclone, zoning in the zone she shook me to my bones, bones, ashes, dust, memories, amnesia memories, for as quickly as she’d appeared, she vanished in an instant, gone like a forgotten prophecy… from The H Trilogy Vol. 1 available worldwide ∆
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Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 6:08 PM UTC
Dream Girl
In ant populations Worker ants are blind Follow one another by scent Pheromones are released from their feet Leaving a scent trail from the next to follow A single file line Blindly trusting pheromones Sometimes an ant loses the scent though And wanders off looking for the trail Leading the others off behind him And if he looks hard enough He’ll find the end of his own line And follow the tail of a train He created Subsequently creating what is scientifically known as a Death Spiral For these blind ants are unaware They are following the same path over and over It does not lead anywhere It does not lead home Eventually they walk until They walk no more… Pheromone- “any chemical substance released by an animal that serves to influence the physiology or behavior of other members of the same species.” Originates from the Greek phérein and that means to bear or bring and Hormone Many people say that love Is a chemical reaction A perfect blend of pheromones To produce attraction Affection And in the end reproduction Love was Scientifically disjointed To fit better on a slide Linguistically altered To fit better on paper But isn’t love just pheromones? Like it is to the ants Attractive footsteps We blindly follow Even if they lead us to no good Most times Love leads us home Leads us to prosper Tells us where to go What to do To survive Until it doesn’t… Then our pheromone path Leads us in circles It leads around and around Love can lead us in a death spiral And if we are blind we will not step out Step out of the path: That winding circling path of doom Made up of previous mistake we have made That left attractive footsteps in their wake Footsetps that when we go lost we again found And now we choose to blindly repeat them Over and over In the pursuit of Love Because of Pheromones
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Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 6:40 PM UTC
Pheromones and Ants and Love and Really It's all the Same
In ant populations Worker ants are blind Follow one another by scent Pheromones are released from their feet Leaving a scent trail from the next to follow A single file line Blindly trusting pheromones Sometimes an ant loses the scent though And wanders off looking for the trail Leading the others off behind him And if he looks hard enough He’ll find the end of his own line And follow the tail of a train He created Subsequently creating what is scientifically known as a Death Spiral For these blind ants are unaware They are following the same path over and over It does not lead anywhere It does not lead home Eventually they walk until They walk no more… Pheromone- “any chemical substance released by an animal that serves to influence the physiology or behavior of other members of the same species.” Originates from the Greek phérein and that means to bear or bring and Hormone Many people say that love Is a chemical reaction A perfect blend of pheromones To produce attraction Affection And in the end reproduction Love was Scientifically disjointed To fit better on a slide Linguistically altered To fit better on paper But isn’t love just pheromones? Like it is to the ants Attractive footsteps We blindly follow Even if they lead us to no good Most times Love leads us home Leads us to prosper Tells us where to go What to do To survive Until it doesn’t… Then our pheromone path Leads us in circles It leads around and around Love can lead us in a death spiral And if we are blind we will not step out Step out of the path: That winding circling path of doom Made up of previous mistake we have made That left attractive footsteps in their wake Footsetps that when we go lost we again found And now we choose to blindly repeat them Over and over In the pursuit of Love Because of Pheromones
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Maybe it's lust or maybe it's her pheromones- All I know is that when I bury my head into her velvet locks, time seems to stop and I must worship this goddess beside me.
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Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 9:19 AM UTC
The Goddess
- I feel like the only person alive during winter at 7 am - Everything is a little more beautiful at night - Oak cologne - Skin is the sexiest part of the human body - The moment his pheromones began to make me ill - I'm floating too close to the sun - Heels: A transformation - A list of people I couldn't say no to - We should've waited longer - Modern romance and the death of sincerity
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Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 1:44 PM UTC
titles for poems I wish I could write
I'd like a look through the intricate webs of your mind The curious questions of things left behind I'd like to see the inside of your beauty What it is that makes you beam The unraveling of your dreams Dancing with your thoughts Sung high and fluid, pulsating knots Knots of ecstasy intertwined All glories of being alive I'd like to make love to all that you feel All things that make this surreal Flowing through your veins with each breath Each night of unrest Gently pressing against things to inspire Colliding with all you admire Wallowing in whispered insight Held down by an overwhelming light Radiant from the heart Igniting your passionate spark I fall so incredibly deep within you To this core existence, something I already knew It has always been you and I From the first moment of mankind We have been at this our whole lives All the suffering in each trance All leading up to our divine dance Your pheromones take hold of me Pulling me into the depths of all you see Drowning in such bliss I can barely breathe Your eyes take see through me Tenderly, they lead me back to reality All over again I spin and spin into moments unwritten Feelings collide in ways unborn The unborn, the non- made has to exist in order for this to consist! Of so much love, so heavy, sinking remnants Fade away and break day so that we can start all over again I breathe you in and breathe you out and I have doubt That we have always been.
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Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 7:49 PM UTC
Unborn Ocean