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brandon nagley Aug 2015
i

Her cotton swab bolster
Marinateth her midnight sweat's;
She titter's thus from woe
Though I seeith when her heart burst showeth.
Dejection corset.

ii

Epistle's art stacked up in her thought's
Of what she should writeth tommorrow;
Grief stricken, by none restful sleeping
Awaking for school,
Another day bottled.

iii

Her way's art of God
He's her truest guidance;
She giveth truth
Sweetful tooth
A fruit of whom I shalt liveth.

iv

Death she's tasted, as Dom Pérignon
Her word's, as the wine she speaketh;
Her back hurt's, her love's at work
She telleth star's, from whence their birthed
As tis she's a faraway light as well.

v

She's seen Gehenna, she's been trapped in cell's
She's seen misery, and heaven and hell
Though when I'm close, she heareth Bell's
She raiseth a toast, when I'm in her realm
A queen, a rose, a bud bloomed, sadly, she wanders her room.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
© あある じぇえん
Yash Oct 2018
yes the gone sunset was special*
With a setting sunset.
Your breezed florescence stucked me.
Pardon this, but made me more closer .
That closeness ,when heart sounds were at their peak.
When those untold touch , sentenced with sensation.
Those backfoots, taking on a lil sweat with a grabbled waist goes with cuddled fingers . Yes the gone sunset was special.
When the closeness was not measured in numbers , when those eyes were searching for more . Their begins the want of love with the hate of lust .
The night itself don't want to sleep , when the couch itself don't want to rest. Everything with everyone in the room demanded me for more .
When on a simple neck kiss , she showered a heavy breath , on cuddling with hairs you shy on her sweetful lip taste . Yes the gone sunset was special.
the laughed cuddling was just fun ,when the strips just got untidy with a want , with this the sin was flourishing itself to come up to shower.
Yes the sunset was special.
The night was not going to sleep anymore. , The couch was not demanding of the rest . When being off clothes was not a shame, coz the two sins with a blushed darker night was covering the two . The closed room flooded with love, laughs and dreams for each other .
Yes the gone sunset was special

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