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"tantalize" poems
Don't "talk ***** to me. I don't want that, Not nonchalant naughty nouns, Or violent verbs, Or anxious adjectives. I want to be drippingly adorned and intrigued, By adjectives that ache and torment, By verbs that are vibrantly vital and tantalize. I want to be left longfully lusting after lambent language.
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Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 6:52 PM UTC
Don't Talk ***** To Me...
embedded in the most tenebrous corner of my mind, harlequin memories of serendipity, dripping like bittersweet wine, tantalize me, begriming what was once an unsoiled canvas. engulfed in my despondency, I repose homely until my mind's taste-buds savor the saccharine flavors of its own derisive thoughts. aroused to say the least, my mind's libido is now being satisfied. I lie here, welcoming all that my thoughts and epiphanies have to offer. I am unable to disclose what's bestowed to me but that's irrelevant. My mind is here... and open and anticipating the pleasing rush of these thoughts that venture through my head. The pleasure is overwhelming, forcing my chakras open as my ajna awakens from its long slumber. I crave this foreplay and I plead with the universe to make it never-ending but it seems my cries fall upon deaf ears and I'm left open-minded and unfinished.
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Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 1:06 AM UTC
Mental Foreplay
Her eyes radiant and sensous, she proudly wore them. Her eyes allured praises, and conquered the art of flirting. She looked at him to flaunt her eyes. Which, she knew will tantalize him. She wanted to arouse his highs, and have him fantasize about her. She looked at his eyes, assuming it's just another fling. Powerful and authentic were his eyes, but also strangely familiar and gently captivating. Her eyes met his eyes. For the first time, her impish and sparky spirit felt something alien. His eyes were all that were focussed for, the rest of the surrounding faded. She didn't feel the air. She didn't feel the ground. She only felt the gaze. Her always rambling mind went thoughtless now. Her burning desire to keep doing more was suddenly extinguished. She went quiet. Neither into an uncomfortable silence, nor a painful silence. But a peaceful silence. A satiated silence. The haunting memories from the past, the gripping fear of the future, all dissolved and energised the ecstatic present. She no longer wanted this to be a fling for, she knew she was captivated. This was the first her flirting failed. And she knew she couldn't be bailed out from what's to come.
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May 15, 2021
May 15, 2021 at 1:18 AM UTC
When Eyes Meet...
Puissant piquant and predatory And observant from afar He looks down on your slumber Like a door that's left ajar Plying with his manly vice A reckless male visage A rogue of masculine device Seeks entrance to your mind He saunters with a swagger A macho savvy moxie To personify virility's incarnate His dream zone's metier He sifts your ****** entourage In search of sprawls recumbence To tantalize climactic fervor With lambent photic scenes Grasping at your revelries He spies the wanton lust With swanky strut appealing Your primal urge to sate He leaves undone resistance With innate resilience seized The lavish wayward implications Of unrequited livid deeds Like passion's lurid lecheries An insatiable torrid sooth You wrestle with his adamance Your  carnal ecstasies revealed You pounce on his exsertion You splay your agile form wriggling like a supple nymph You accept his blatant storm You writhe in your abandon In a euphoric supplication His machismo ****** enveloping Your wildest latent needs With no regrets or reticence you awaken from this dream To find yourself alone again Like it had never been
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May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 9:51 PM UTC
Incubus
365Nectar #42 Don't Be Judging Me Mon. November 4, 2013 8:26 P.M. Volcanic velvet voices vibrate the night like thunder in the distance. Booming Bassmen blaze and burn like ****** fire on a dark corner in the dingiest part of a rumbling city that never sleeps. Sensual saxophones shudder singing prayers of saints and sinners while hot horns hypnotize in perfect high compression swirls tithing in the holy temple of Jazzy Blues. An alluring flutter of silken harmonies. A spine tingling spike of don't be judging me jazz filled blues. Scorching strings splinter melancholy prison walls. Stomping out a seismic sizzle tempermental tones of tickling trumpets torch the menacing hurricanes of life with warm rushes of excitement. A spine tingling spike of don't be judging me jazz filled blues. "Take Me" Vixens tantalize tucked up crowds with thrilling tongue lashes of silken harmonies. A spine tingling spike of don't be judging me jazz filled blues. Full flaring flutes gently ****** with inquisitive fingers and stir a groan like a religious ritual. A playful teasing floating enticingly like a sly fox. Such a succulent piercing of moonstruck madness pulsing mercilessly leaving fields of fire of a funky boogie menace for a wild child. An alluring flutter of silken harmonies. A spine tingling spike of don't be judging me jazz filled blues. Copyright ©2013 Don't Be Judging Me
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Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 11:52 AM UTC
Don't Be Judging Me
She applied the latest fashion tips to her lips and put on the newest dress to cover the mess. I held her as she swayed in front of the mirror. "I want to get away from here," she cooes in my ear. It rains ridicule as she tries to be classic cool; storms that brew from within- and there's no way of knowing how it'll begin. She'll say that she's a succubus but I promise that she's a star and thus destined to implode but shine beautiful before death. And I await to be burnt by her deathly breath. She says that she feels detached, I read the message that has hatched from ten eggs thrown from a wrist. Her lips are mine but all I do is miss. Her lips aren't mine and all I do is this. I **** time with new noise and old sights. She asks if I'll be home tonight and I wish I could because I'd clearly sway thee, macabre debutante lover baby. Her name is Tricia and as I whisper, her cheeks blush. "Don't break hearts or mine too much." I could say the say the same for you, my Josh. Couldn't we all break broken signs with the love we reallign? I tantalize her lullabies with eager hands and lethargic eyes. I shoulder her and press her near, and kiss her from neck to each ear. She slides hands and traces each crease. She runs her hands as soft as fleece. My hands hide in her underwear and she says, "How did you remove all of my air?" She fixes her hands and grabs my base, I kiss each corner of her face. Stroking, stoking my desire, I ask her to lay naked by the fire. I disrobe and throw each cloth on ground. Tricia takes off her bra and there is no sound. Her ******* make me eagersome and, suddenly, I'm no longer numb . I tell her that if it doesn't feel right that we don't have to make love tonight. She walks and her feet kiss the tile. She says she wants to stay for a while. We get lost in blanket and the cloth is soft, as we move from the fire to a loft. I tell her that her lips are silk, her chest plays songs, and her taste is milk. Her feet appear behind my head, and she bites her lip until I feel dead. I place my hand between her thighs and listen to each moan and sigh. I hear her shudder as I break her soil and I feel my body start to boil, as I push in and kiss her nose. She throws back her head as her mouth can't close. I wake up and she's next to me. I kiss her forehead to thank for harmony. I pick her up and let her bloom in my arms like a flower. And then I walk her to the shower.
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Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 12:48 PM UTC
Macabre Debutante Lover Baby
She applied the latest fashion tips to her lips and put on the newest dress to cover the mess. I held her as she swayed in front of the mirror. "I want to get away from here," she cooes in my ear. It rains ridicule as she tries to be classic cool; storms that brew from within- and there's no way of knowing how it'll begin. She'll say that she's a succubus but I promise that she's a star and thus destined to implode but shine beautiful before death. And I await to be burnt by her deathly breath. She says that she feels detached, I read the message that has hatched from ten eggs thrown from a wrist. Her lips are mine but all I do is miss. Her lips aren't mine and all I do is this. I **** time with new noise and old sights. She asks if I'll be home tonight and I wish I could because I'd clearly sway thee, macabre debutante lover baby. Her name is Tricia and as I whisper, her cheeks blush. "Don't break hearts or mine too much." I could say the say the same for you, my Josh. Couldn't we all break broken signs with the love we reallign? I tantalize her lullabies with eager hands and lethargic eyes. I shoulder her and press her near, and kiss her from neck to each ear. She slides hands and traces each crease. She runs her hands as soft as fleece. My hands hide in her underwear and she says, "How did you remove all of my air?" She fixes her hands and grabs my base, I kiss each corner of her face. Stroking, stoking my desire, I ask her to lay naked by the fire. I disrobe and throw each cloth on ground. Tricia takes off her bra and there is no sound. Her ******* make me eagersome and, suddenly, I'm no longer numb . I tell her that if it doesn't feel right that we don't have to make love tonight. She walks and her feet kiss the tile. She says she wants to stay for a while. We get lost in blanket and the cloth is soft, as we move from the fire to a loft. I tell her that her lips are silk, her chest plays songs, and her taste is milk. Her feet appear behind my head, and she bites her lip until I feel dead. I place my hand between her thighs and listen to each moan and sigh. I hear her shudder as I break her soil and I feel my body start to boil, as I push in and kiss her nose. She throws back her head as her mouth can't close. I wake up and she's next to me. I kiss her forehead to thank for harmony. I pick her up and let her bloom in my arms like a flower. And then I walk her to the shower.
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Step into to her world, a world where she lives - Of colors a plenty and flavors many, A flick of a hand, in measures she gives, Spices that tantalize, worth every penny. Red chillies an ounce, turmeric a pound, Spices scarlet, earthy, exotic, Peppercorns, cardamoms, whole or ground Brown bay leaves, cinnamon, aromatic. Wonders for the body that soothe and heal, Nurturing from nature, a stoic promise, From the choicest gardens, as senses reel, Fragrance of flavors in sensual bliss. Within her world, another world entices... Her voice in sweet whispers has tales to tell, Magic in dark eyes, the mistress of spices, With a flick of her hand she'll cast her spell. ( inspired by the title of the book with the same name. )
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Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 7:08 AM UTC
The Mistress Of Spices
371 A precious—mouldering pleasure—’tis— To meet an Antique Book— In just the Dress his Century wore— A privilege—I think— His venerable Hand to take— And warming in our own— A passage back—or two—to make— To Times when he—was young— His quaint opinions—to inspect— His thought to ascertain On Themes concern our mutual mind— The Literature of Man— What interested Scholars—most— What Competitions ran— When Plato—was a Certainty— And Sophocles—a Man— When Sappho—was a living Girl— And Beatrice wore The Gown that Dante—deified— Facts Centuries before He traverses—familiar— As One should come to Town— And tell you all your Dreams—were true— He lived—where Dreams were born— His presence is Enchantment— You beg him not to go— Old Volume shake their Vellum Heads And tantalize—just so—
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A precious—mouldering pleasure
What I really want to know, Is while her frock flies to and fro, Have you really seen her knees? Her toes are an absolute pleasure, her ankles are fun to measure, Despite all this fun at leisure, I'm a stranger to those knees. She'd rather charm and please, Tantalize, tickle and tease, Than show those blasted knees! And when I tell her so- She'll display her elbow and say "They're just the same, with a different name". Some day in her eyes, lemon I’ll squirt, then quickly tear the hem of her skirt And take a good look at those knees.
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Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 6:30 AM UTC
Have you seen Becky's knees?
From lack of feeling, sick. Quickening, Sickening, Death. My high won't dry My tears they lie Beneath my lungs The drugs They paralyze They tantalize, My victims. "This will be your better love." I laugh Bitterness veiled from sight My plight... "Huh? What? Right." Here's a freebie, just for you. The cops patrol Lie low. I'll see you soon, ******
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May 30, 2010
May 30, 2010 at 3:50 PM UTC
******
Enraptured by the senses heightened, Sight stolen by blindfold, Mobility hindered by bands of silk, Forced into placidity by restraints. Blinded abruptly, Aural faculty's amplified by the loss. Still, I hear nothing. Silence so thick it's tangible, Heavy, weighed down by an anxious nervousness, Attuned to very vibrations permeating the atmosphere, Breathing in sync with the pulse of my blood, Harsh and quick, Thunderous in the stillness of this contemporary plane. I'm almost afraid. Fear exacerbated by acute vulnerability, Naked to criticism, to contempt, to desecration. Offered as repast, Meal to sate invisible mouth, Chocolate sin to tantalize his tongue, Displayed and arranged for his feast. I long to be free. Wavering between the excitement begotten by thrill, And a desperate need to escape, I hang. With nothing to ground me. Held aloft at another's will. I long to be free... Don't I?
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Jul 24, 2021
Jul 24, 2021 at 3:06 PM UTC
"Bound" - Chris'Nell
At the patio i sat gazing at the blazing blackness of inevitable strokes of a glorified paint brush! Entangled by the utmost masochism my muscles rustled with ignorance as the sky rumbled like a **** ghost trying to tune the infernal chaos that got demoralized and dehumanized in the silence of darkness that devastated the darkness of silence! Steams of intolerable poignancy curled around like ignited demons trying to tantalize my fears! Trying to materialize the scene the storm flashed in rage ravishing the darkness dazzled the impatience of night as it rained in my heart whose fragrance lured my innocence.
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Jul 11, 2010
Jul 11, 2010 at 4:01 AM UTC
A scene at the patio
vast vivid wilderness analyze politicians mind hypocrites world dies in lies moral devolution,hiding in white lose of mind,gravity inside zero nothing, sometime 1 is a separate thing a velvet plaything breathing in the fumes lobotomized muse trying to do what is right don't forget, never forget to start walking in the grey memories they slowly fade from this harsh reality exist inside, resist tide inside you'll see it die justify your wicked mind the eyes torture tantalize 3 rings, out in time bombarding mind find it not linear time time line separate thing velvet plaything treated like lobotomized dogs vast vivid life of pain wires forced into my brain trying to do what is right don't forget, never forget to start walking in the grey memories they slowly fade from this harsh reality exist inside, resist tide inside you'll see it die justify your wicked mind
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Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 3:39 PM UTC
Wilderness of Pain
**The sun grew dark, the sky grew black, I looked away; when I looked back The rain was falling in sheets, so fine, I thought I'd finally come back. The air was heavy like before I felt that longing even more I tasted sea salt on my face Standing on my landlocked shore. It all came back to me, right there Spray in my eyes, wind in my hair It all returned to tantalize As if those rain clouds didn't care.**
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Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 6:34 PM UTC
Landlocked Shore
Your eyes Those soft blue **** heart melting take my breath away blues You just look at me Im under your spell They are so delicious They tantalize oh yes So pleasing so daring Your **** soft blues With a just a look they cause a reaction My temperature rises You have me at your will Your eyes the fantasy , I long to read Take my breath away blues Look at me baby Please keep staring I quite enjoy Seeing those soft blue **** heart melting deeply satisfying blues © Jennifer L DeLong 2/19/20
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Mar 31, 2021
Mar 31, 2021 at 12:38 AM UTC
•••Those eyes•••
The lights are dimmed. The movie is about to start. But all you can think about is the boy sitting next to you. It's your first date, Hopefully the first of many. You're nervous, But composed. As the movie starts, You try to distract yourself from the guy sitting just inches away from you. You look in his direction. The movie flashes short glimpses of light on his face. You see the small glint in his pure blue eyes. You could melt in those eyes forever. Then he turns, Looks you in the eyes, And gives you a smirk that sends butterflies through your body. You feel electric. He continues to tantalize you. Eventually, you can't hear the movie anymore. All you can hear is your rapid heartbeat in your ears. You're so nervous you could pass out. And then he grabs your hand, And gives it a comforting squeeze. He entwines his fingers with yours, Making you feel special. All you can focus on is him. You examine his profile, While your hands stay connected. And you want to stay in this moment forever. After awhile, He turns to face you. You look into his eyes for what seems like eternity. He grins that grin, Making all your problems disappear. And he glances longingly at your shinning lips. You know what he wants. All you can do is smile back, Before he leans in. Your lips connect, And fireworks explode in your heart. Suddenly, you forget about all the bad in the world. All that matters is you two, In this moment, Together. Then, the kiss is broken. Both of you gasping for air. He smirks at you another time. And you loose control. This time it's you who leans in. And you are connected once again. There may have been a lot of other people in that theater, But in this moment, It's just you and him, No one else. You may never know how the movie ended, Or who saved the day. But you will know that you and him Lived happily ever after. Maybe fairy tales do come true.
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Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 2:06 AM UTC
First Date
The lights are dimmed. The movie is about to start. But all you can think about is the boy sitting next to you. It's your first date, Hopefully the first of many. You're nervous, But composed. As the movie starts, You try to distract yourself from the guy sitting just inches away from you. You look in his direction. The movie flashes short glimpses of light on his face. You see the small glint in his pure blue eyes. You could melt in those eyes forever. Then he turns, Looks you in the eyes, And gives you a smirk that sends butterflies through your body. You feel electric. He continues to tantalize you. Eventually, you can't hear the movie anymore. All you can hear is your rapid heartbeat in your ears. You're so nervous you could pass out. And then he grabs your hand, And gives it a comforting squeeze. He entwines his fingers with yours, Making you feel special. All you can focus on is him. You examine his profile, While your hands stay connected. And you want to stay in this moment forever. After awhile, He turns to face you. You look into his eyes for what seems like eternity. He grins that grin, Making all your problems disappear. And he glances longingly at your shinning lips. You know what he wants. All you can do is smile back, Before he leans in. Your lips connect, And fireworks explode in your heart. Suddenly, you forget about all the bad in the world. All that matters is you two, In this moment, Together. Then, the kiss is broken. Both of you gasping for air. He smirks at you another time. And you loose control. This time it's you who leans in. And you are connected once again. There may have been a lot of other people in that theater, But in this moment, It's just you and him, No one else. You may never know how the movie ended, Or who saved the day. But you will know that you and him Lived happily ever after. Maybe fairy tales do come true.
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Lines like luscious lips That twist and tangle around my mind Kissing my senses and igniting my inspirations I play with your words Day and night and fight my loneliness My greatest strife Fantasies tantalize the lids of my eyes The stories The raw emotions Oh how I love the poets
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Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 5:56 PM UTC
I'm In Love With Poets
What is your desire? I can give it to you. Do you want my naked body ready for you Or some **** lingerie to tantalize. Do you want to take me to the bedroom, Or if you can't wait, **** me on the couch. Would you like to get a little public? At the movie, restaurant, beach, car wash. Do you want to pleasure me with licking, Or do you need to **** me right now. Hot urgent hard *** To release all that *** built up in your ***** Do you want to give. Do you want to take. Or both, full pleasure. Your desire is my pleasure. I am Lover All you want, need, and desire. I love to make you ****** Your hot sexuality makes me *** I am Lover In every way. I give you myself Tell me how you want me. Do what you want to me. Where you want, when you want. My body is yours Every inch of it. My lips are yours I will kiss how you wish. My tongue is yours What shall I lick. My hands are yours Eager to touch you. My neck is yours Should you want it. The curve of my breast is yours Please do enjoy them. My large pink ******* are yours Make them hard if you want. My *** is yours If that's what you like. My wet ***** is yours Your pleasure is my pleasure! My legs are yours To enjoy or guide. Without direction they will wrap around you. Take your fill.
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Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 5:31 PM UTC
Your Choice
The clouds of curiosity fluffing up like pink cotton candy, the kind you get at the county fair. A blooming pink fluff of a sugary capacity, to fill your mouth with the most desirable thirst for lemonade that you've ever had. Allowing for the sweet granules to melt blissfully on your tongue, savoring each and every sweet morsel 'til you don't even realize that the pink fluff is all gone. Then you are riding on a perpetual rush from the sugar seeping into your bloodstream aiding your curious adventure, seeking as the lights from the Ferris Wheel tantalize. The fear of the top of the ride worth the rush on the way down, the people seem much smaller than you expected; but the rush, well, the rush speaks for itself.
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Feb 1, 2012
Feb 1, 2012 at 1:47 AM UTC
Cotton Candy
Gotta love me some open road Doesn’t matter which way I go Left or right nothing can stop me now Cause I’m going to forget the memory of you somehow So turn around and let me go Walk away and forget my ghost Cause the ways opening up; I’m driving way too fast Making sure that this memory will never last Cause one thing I've learned is life has no time And wasting it on this 'game' seems likes such a crime So I'm taking my life back and making a stand And letting go of your selfish controlling hand But the memories of you, just tantalize me As I’m driving with no destination as far as I can see Cause your smile is there every time I close my eyes But then I open them and remember all your lies So I keep on driving through the open road With the burden lifting the faster I go Left or right there's nothing that can stop me now Cause I’m beginning to forget the memory of you somehow Oh the beauty of the open road in the middle of the night Seems like my thoughts just started to take flight Now it’s just me and the stars in the midnight sky Forgetting everything behind me except the reason why The reason that got me to where I stand That reason being, I’m becoming a better man You and your memory were just getting in my way So I’m creating a different path, its starting today Yeah, gotta love me some open road Doesn’t much matter which way I go Left or right nothing can stop me now Cause I’ve started to find my place somehow.
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Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 4:31 AM UTC
Gotta Love me Some Open Road
The Wildest Conclusion Who are you To tell me My thoughts Aren't worth being heard I deserve And demand my rights I might Shout amendments First, Then commence To irregular common sense My stability Is retained By the imbalance In my brain You see, I can't enable These "Cain and Able" angels That rest on your shoulders Because I ain't able Fables Fly out the mouth Of an astounding author His sound Is profound His prowess authorized By his copy written Signature Which is his style Italicized and laid back Now, Crack open Another pack of pens And draw out The wildest conclusions In deep thought Then listen... .The world disapproves. The extent Of my intentions Were wilder than I could imagine So I didn't know I would take it this far The words written Were forbidden In the foulest belief system I wouldn't have wrote them If my outrageous mind Wasn't dying From boredom Boarding off the monsters That alter ideas From beneath the bed They reach my head And toy with my Emotions Tantalize and Taint my tender mind Then morph it To be the tainter! To picture death You'll need help From this Morbid painter Why do I Write so wickedly Then spread like pandemics It's Pandemonium momentarily Shared with you With whatsoever You should do With Evil knowledge Is truth Look in your hands I say "Vice is right" Can I persuade? Like a gun used to ****** a murderer Some executions Are executed At the exact moment Of redemption How tempting Is it for A wholesome man To make A half-hearted attempt At prosperity Sparingly Laying in Evil's bed But never staying When he awakes Will he use the tools Because he learned the trade Or teach others To not It's hard to reach others When all they believe Is a happy ending I conclude But The true ending You can't imagine Because it's too wild For you.
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Oct 4, 2011
Oct 4, 2011 at 4:03 PM UTC
The Wildest Conclusion
The Wildest Conclusion Who are you To tell me My thoughts Aren't worth being heard I deserve And demand my rights I might Shout amendments First, Then commence To irregular common sense My stability Is retained By the imbalance In my brain You see, I can't enable These "Cain and Able" angels That rest on your shoulders Because I ain't able Fables Fly out the mouth Of an astounding author His sound Is profound His prowess authorized By his copy written Signature Which is his style Italicized and laid back Now, Crack open Another pack of pens And draw out The wildest conclusions In deep thought Then listen... .The world disapproves. The extent Of my intentions Were wilder than I could imagine So I didn't know I would take it this far The words written Were forbidden In the foulest belief system I wouldn't have wrote them If my outrageous mind Wasn't dying From boredom Boarding off the monsters That alter ideas From beneath the bed They reach my head And toy with my Emotions Tantalize and Taint my tender mind Then morph it To be the tainter! To picture death You'll need help From this Morbid painter Why do I Write so wickedly Then spread like pandemics It's Pandemonium momentarily Shared with you With whatsoever You should do With Evil knowledge Is truth Look in your hands I say "Vice is right" Can I persuade? Like a gun used to ****** a murderer Some executions Are executed At the exact moment Of redemption How tempting Is it for A wholesome man To make A half-hearted attempt At prosperity Sparingly Laying in Evil's bed But never staying When he awakes Will he use the tools Because he learned the trade Or teach others To not It's hard to reach others When all they believe Is a happy ending I conclude But The true ending You can't imagine Because it's too wild For you.
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When dancing skin illuminates your sin I'll bask in the sight of your fair moonlight When the warmth emanates your intakes and outakes I'll fill my lungs with those sounds that I've found When your hands are bands of muscles grasping me I'll tantalize and tease, listen to you gasping 'please..' But I want to drown in this, sink with me on this ship I'll toss the sheets away, making white rippling waves And we'll sail away, my dear, toss away hesitation and fear As I'll lick the tender tendrils of your soul, just let go So that I can hold triumph in the soft sounds of satisfied echoes Gently tracing your skin, reminiscing the spots I've been kissing As your eyes gently close, and the moonlight softens to a glow I let you fade away into the night, but with me by your side
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Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 11:06 AM UTC
In Your Place
The path falls out behind me Shaking my world into stillness My warhorse is tired And I am battle weary Still we ride, even blindly Having faith in our fulfillment Within the shadow of the spire I can see clearly Among the flowers, a fair haired maiden Softly sings my name in praise But no one else seems to hear Or notice her presence Yet to me it is blatant This vision fills most my days But is she really in front of me here Or do I merely feel her essence Either way I’m left elated By how we can beget such a paradise I would sacrifice all of reality To bring forth its existence All effort is for naught, these worlds remain separated Dreams eternally tantalize Every waking moment of normality Until the day we share in the writing of a sentence.
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Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 6:43 PM UTC
Sleepless Knight