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Sometimes I get stuck in this state of Darkness where my eyes can see but it's like my head is just pitch black and I almost wish I couldn't see anything, like I wish I could just curl myself into a ball so tightly that I disappear from space for a while sometimes I get stuck in this space and I feel like my tears and my thoughts are climbing up my esophagus and clogging my throat blocking my airway suffocating me from the inside maybe I never told you I was depressed because who wants to relive that moment that choking hazard moment of cotton ***** in my throat maybe I never told you I was depressed because there are no words I can use to describe it that don't transform themselves into their meanings that don't take over my mind crawl through my head like little worms eating away at my brain my thoughts my skin have you ever thought of a traumatic experience and then felt those events happening again felt the dark hole of life-threatening-trauma attack your mind Shiver through your body like it was a demon you let in through a memory- through a word maybe I didn't tell you I was depressed because I wasn't strong enough my depression fills me to the brim fills my head and my chest my arms and my fingers I can feel it moving through my body I can feel it expanding and engulfing everything inside of me every last vein, nerve, ***** and tissue how can you expect me to have the energy to fight how can you expect me to have the energy to pick up the phone to open my mouth how can you expect me to have energy-to have the courage to utter the words of how I feel I feel so worthless in those moments I feel like there's this black whole inside me and it's consuming everything it's taking everything but my skin and it disgusts me can you imagine the feeling, having something so utterly repulsive on your skin you had to scrape it off immediately It felt like you needed to be cleansed like you needed a shower take that feeling now imagine it being under your skin imagine, every muscle ***** vein nerve every cell in your body underneath your epidermis disgusts you imagine all you wanted to do was to GET IT OFF and you can't no matter how hard you try you can't scrape it off you can't claw It off imagine you're scared of spiders now imagine you're covered in spiders and someone's holding down your arms so you can't get them off imagine them walking on your skin in your mouth crawling on your open eyes in your ears you're cringing at your own skin You can feel them going down your throat Their disgusting tickle in the pit of your stomach in every crevice of your body their tunneling under your skin and you can't get them off what are you supposed to do but cry
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Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 11:30 PM UTC
Maybe there's a reason I never told you.
Sometimes I get stuck in this state of Darkness where my eyes can see but it's like my head is just pitch black and I almost wish I couldn't see anything, like I wish I could just curl myself into a ball so tightly that I disappear from space for a while sometimes I get stuck in this space and I feel like my tears and my thoughts are climbing up my esophagus and clogging my throat blocking my airway suffocating me from the inside maybe I never told you I was depressed because who wants to relive that moment that choking hazard moment of cotton ***** in my throat maybe I never told you I was depressed because there are no words I can use to describe it that don't transform themselves into their meanings that don't take over my mind crawl through my head like little worms eating away at my brain my thoughts my skin have you ever thought of a traumatic experience and then felt those events happening again felt the dark hole of life-threatening-trauma attack your mind Shiver through your body like it was a demon you let in through a memory- through a word maybe I didn't tell you I was depressed because I wasn't strong enough my depression fills me to the brim fills my head and my chest my arms and my fingers I can feel it moving through my body I can feel it expanding and engulfing everything inside of me every last vein, nerve, ***** and tissue how can you expect me to have the energy to fight how can you expect me to have the energy to pick up the phone to open my mouth how can you expect me to have energy-to have the courage to utter the words of how I feel I feel so worthless in those moments I feel like there's this black whole inside me and it's consuming everything it's taking everything but my skin and it disgusts me can you imagine the feeling, having something so utterly repulsive on your skin you had to scrape it off immediately It felt like you needed to be cleansed like you needed a shower take that feeling now imagine it being under your skin imagine, every muscle ***** vein nerve every cell in your body underneath your epidermis disgusts you imagine all you wanted to do was to GET IT OFF and you can't no matter how hard you try you can't scrape it off you can't claw It off imagine you're scared of spiders now imagine you're covered in spiders and someone's holding down your arms so you can't get them off imagine them walking on your skin in your mouth crawling on your open eyes in your ears you're cringing at your own skin You can feel them going down your throat Their disgusting tickle in the pit of your stomach in every crevice of your body their tunneling under your skin and you can't get them off what are you supposed to do but cry
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Their voice so harmonious, Silent when no strings attached, All the curves so very **** Smooth is their texture, Admiring their beauty with fingers, You seat them on your lap, Putting their arms around your shoulder. Tickle them hard to make them peck, They touch your heart with their sound, Nibbling your ears in between, The motion generates friction, Friction generates heat, So icy sweet is her music, All over, you script success. I talk of my guitars here.
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Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 1:44 PM UTC
The Curves
# *paint me with the wet tickle of your tongue lingering with affection savoring my fervent flavor in bold strokes of your obsession color my essence in heated hues sending shivers down my spine in anticipation of your warm breath against my flesh with every blissful caress to ensue painted petals of animation with your supple lips gently blur the lines of my curved hips softly stroking the subtle shadows of warm depth, blushing quivering thighs as I gasp of breath plunge in a primer coated palette dipping your stiff paintbrush deep within the folds of my blanket manipulating a trembling image of your voracious lust. craze me again and again in breathless ****** glow, your sensual brushstrokes gently murmuring layer on layer in alla prima flow delve deep into my eyes paint splattering the passion of my soul drizzling silken strands of love in their entirety, polishing me whole and then in blissful backwash admire the tangled limbs interposed of your completed masterpiece in smiling sated repose* #
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Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 8:21 AM UTC
Paint Me
The beach smells of tranquillity and salty sea air The rhythm of the waves gently caresses my skin The horizon seems elusive, a dream always chased Yet night foreshadows traumas waiting to be let in Oh where do I begin? *I love you I don't wanna be scared of you I'm waiting in the shoreline Please don't run away this time* I'm scared of silent reflections, solemn and reclusive I float futher from myself with each passing day I have a note addressed to myself taped to a mirror I'm scared of reading it aloud and being lead astray And I have to accept that it's okay *"I love you I don't wanna be scared of you I'm waiting in the shoreline Please don't run away this time"* Seashells coated in sand tickle the edge of my ear The fog carried on the wind sends chills deep inside The sun will always be there to break the duskiness Daunting across the sky and waking up the tide And the breeze slowly sighed Please don't run away,        don't run away from me Please don't run away,          don't run away from help Please don't run away,              don't run away from the sea Please don't run away,                 don't run away from yourself Angel wings take me further than I've ever gone before
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Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 11:29 AM UTC
Note to Self
she loved thunder storms most of all the crackle of white hot bolts ripping through the sky the sheer immensity of power she always thought it was him her beloved God big boy Thor with his flowing blond hair blue aquatic eyes washboard stomach and delicately curved ***** finally a man good enough for her even if he was fly by night when the heavens thickened gray like soggy cotton she could feel atmospheres shift it made her ******* pert her mouth would salivate like a lurid peach her ***** swelled and dampened tears of adoration and enchantment filled her eyes no longer able to contain her self she would strip naked fling off her ******* and run out to the lush verdant meadows calling at the top of her lungs yoooooooooo hooooooooooo as the cool rain descended she ran thrilled to the mud between her toes seeing great claws of white lightening  echo through the sky without hesitation she fell to the cool earth beneath her wallowing in the delicious sloshing ooze positioning her self on all fours head thrown back *** up high calling to the heavens come on, come on big boy ive been waiting for you let me have it good her clitoral lips drooled with anticipation her ****** a pulsating aching the sky rumbled with stretching streaks of fire like a great freight train spanning infinity while the earth shook like a hollow moon she swayed her hips rhythmically to and fro whispering a love song *oh sir i need a man like you wont you love me adorations true i kneel before my sweet Lord Thor where's that hammer come on and score you are so big and im so little how about it God just a tickle hit it now give it to me good kisses baby like only you could* tears of desire cascaded down her pink cheeks as she recited her love mantra her mouth naked wet suddenly a great bolt of lightening shot down from heavens throne entering her ****** splitting her in flames her head turned dark mahogany sent careening fifty yards leaving her mouth a yawning twisted smudge of fossilized obsidian with eyes blackened flaring hollows her tender pink **** a charred flower smoldering like a petite grilled calamari
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Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 9:45 AM UTC
*GIRL IN A STORM
she loved thunder storms most of all the crackle of white hot bolts ripping through the sky the sheer immensity of power she always thought it was him her beloved God big boy Thor with his flowing blond hair blue aquatic eyes washboard stomach and delicately curved ***** finally a man good enough for her even if he was fly by night when the heavens thickened gray like soggy cotton she could feel atmospheres shift it made her ******* pert her mouth would salivate like a lurid peach her ***** swelled and dampened tears of adoration and enchantment filled her eyes no longer able to contain her self she would strip naked fling off her ******* and run out to the lush verdant meadows calling at the top of her lungs yoooooooooo hooooooooooo as the cool rain descended she ran thrilled to the mud between her toes seeing great claws of white lightening  echo through the sky without hesitation she fell to the cool earth beneath her wallowing in the delicious sloshing ooze positioning her self on all fours head thrown back *** up high calling to the heavens come on, come on big boy ive been waiting for you let me have it good her clitoral lips drooled with anticipation her ****** a pulsating aching the sky rumbled with stretching streaks of fire like a great freight train spanning infinity while the earth shook like a hollow moon she swayed her hips rhythmically to and fro whispering a love song *oh sir i need a man like you wont you love me adorations true i kneel before my sweet Lord Thor where's that hammer come on and score you are so big and im so little how about it God just a tickle hit it now give it to me good kisses baby like only you could* tears of desire cascaded down her pink cheeks as she recited her love mantra her mouth naked wet suddenly a great bolt of lightening shot down from heavens throne entering her ****** splitting her in flames her head turned dark mahogany sent careening fifty yards leaving her mouth a yawning twisted smudge of fossilized obsidian with eyes blackened flaring hollows her tender pink **** a charred flower smoldering like a petite grilled calamari
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I don't seek your permission... To write about the what, why and how. It could be a haiku or come in the shape of a cow. I don't need your approval... When I don't sound the least bit poetic... In my mismatched metaphors or ill-rhymed acrostic. I'm not asking for your blessing... When I pen down and put up what I think... Be it in cloying cliches or in tear drenched ink. I don't crave for your understanding... When my 10 word poems weren't filtered through your poetic lens, Or if my contributions in collaborations lack in sense. I don't hope for your likes... If my content does not tickle your fancy, Or if my words just rubs you silly. I mean no disrespect... But don't be too quick to click on the 'comment' button. Private messaging has been put there for a reason. I don't mean to cramp your style... You're entitled to your own opinions of course... But if you've got nothing good to say, please save it and shove it up yours.
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Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 10:43 AM UTC
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Ode to a Sunflower I dare not speak against her beauty; beauty which encompasses the spirit of truth, the spirit of faithfulness, the spirit of light. I was walking alone in desolation when I encountered the blinding sight of my sunflower. There it was staring at me with its inviting eyes, eyes which seemed a little lost, a little troubled, a little like mine. My hand trembled as it wiped the disbelief from my vision. The seeds which I had planted in an attempt to dispel my restless woes had sprout up in a seemingly un-fertile place, a place where I could not fathom I would find my Sunflower. But there it was in all its beauty: eloquent, mysterious and enchanting. A vivid portrait of heavenly grace. all could witness , yet, one could possess. I dare not speak against her beauty; beauty which encompasses the spirit of truth, the spirit of faithfulness, the spirit of light. From the moment I found my sunflower I did my best to nurture it, watering its spirit from sunrise to sunset. The beauty for which it possessed was captivating; stirring my very being like no other flower has prior. I spent days, months and years analyzing this gem. I wondered why this sunflower was so singular in its splendor, why after so long in my possession was it still shining brighter than a summer star painted against a black night. My admiration and love for this sunflower matured uncontrollably, cultivating in a whirlwind of blissful sunshine. I dare not speak against her beauty; beauty which encompasses the spirit of truth, the spirit of faithfulness, the spirit of light. Though my sunflower possesses the strength of a thousand armies and the magnificence of a thousand smiles, I sense a feeling of weakness when the wicked birds of prey attempt to uproot it from its rightful plot. I caress its pedals and speak to it softly assuring that there is a purpose for the gloom, and that upon all of us the rain of opposition will fall. I clutch its head into mine as splendid pedals of fluorescent beauty tickle my face, making me blush with joy. I whisper to my sunflower as I drop my seed next to her stalk, and I tell it that no matter what storms may sing, there will be no challenge to our garden as long as we continue to grow together.
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Apr 12, 2012
Apr 12, 2012 at 12:43 AM UTC
Ode to a Sunflower
Ode to a Sunflower I dare not speak against her beauty; beauty which encompasses the spirit of truth, the spirit of faithfulness, the spirit of light. I was walking alone in desolation when I encountered the blinding sight of my sunflower. There it was staring at me with its inviting eyes, eyes which seemed a little lost, a little troubled, a little like mine. My hand trembled as it wiped the disbelief from my vision. The seeds which I had planted in an attempt to dispel my restless woes had sprout up in a seemingly un-fertile place, a place where I could not fathom I would find my Sunflower. But there it was in all its beauty: eloquent, mysterious and enchanting. A vivid portrait of heavenly grace. all could witness , yet, one could possess. I dare not speak against her beauty; beauty which encompasses the spirit of truth, the spirit of faithfulness, the spirit of light. From the moment I found my sunflower I did my best to nurture it, watering its spirit from sunrise to sunset. The beauty for which it possessed was captivating; stirring my very being like no other flower has prior. I spent days, months and years analyzing this gem. I wondered why this sunflower was so singular in its splendor, why after so long in my possession was it still shining brighter than a summer star painted against a black night. My admiration and love for this sunflower matured uncontrollably, cultivating in a whirlwind of blissful sunshine. I dare not speak against her beauty; beauty which encompasses the spirit of truth, the spirit of faithfulness, the spirit of light. Though my sunflower possesses the strength of a thousand armies and the magnificence of a thousand smiles, I sense a feeling of weakness when the wicked birds of prey attempt to uproot it from its rightful plot. I caress its pedals and speak to it softly assuring that there is a purpose for the gloom, and that upon all of us the rain of opposition will fall. I clutch its head into mine as splendid pedals of fluorescent beauty tickle my face, making me blush with joy. I whisper to my sunflower as I drop my seed next to her stalk, and I tell it that no matter what storms may sing, there will be no challenge to our garden as long as we continue to grow together.
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A pair of lily white wings    dangling in the dappled moonlight esprit; hang entangled as silken spider web    draped in the sweet Magnolia tree From beneath there was no way of knowing    why a pair of abandoned wings lodge mislaid One could not help but wonder how high    one might fly with cherub wings But these callused feet tread far below the treetops    too high up from roots to climb No telltale tiptoe prints cavort to be the talebearer    No feathered traces scattered all around A hearken say, tickle-footed as a ladybug,    hold forth in a breeze brushed ear Not completely undoubtable heed spoken;    a language bestow from another ether softly breathe a whisper'd sigh: "Behold the wings of a fallen angel;    uplifted by love's amazing grace Lost alone in a moonstruck blindness    an angel flying too close            to the ground                       ~                    Jesse
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Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 3:05 PM UTC
A Lost Angel's Wings
I look out from this little world with all it's dancers dancing Mighty trees tickle the sky The birds in them romancing If we but stop and listen we'll hear the music playing Stop a while and close your eyes exhale the troubles weighing Down around your shoulders Thoughts that cloud your heart We're only here but for a while Before we drift apart Like clouds across the silver moon we're here and gone far too soon Then pass into the inky night Still around, yet out of sight Some of our clouds stretch for miles Others stacked in fragile piles Some full and dark and hanging low Filled with tears they can't let go Some so wispy and so light Their presence a mere oversight Some whose wrath begets a name Who form a mighty hurricane Some who rumble in the night Hurling lightening left and right Some dark and brooding, filled with snow Dumping ice on all below Some that twist right to the ground Violently they spin around Some collide, some drift away Some prefer night, some prefer day So let us stop and gaze up high To find ourselves within the sky
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Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 12:40 PM UTC
Clouds
Today I woke up and all I wanted with my entire being was for someone to be there next to me to tickle my back. That's all just someone to tickle my back. Most days I'm totally okay with being alone but it's moments like this when I crave the company of another. To be able to call them in the morning and ask them to come over for the day. And lay in bed all day watching Disney movies wrapped up in each other, exchanging light kisses and inside jokes. Because there is nothing better than having your back tickled and nothing worse than there being no one to do it.
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Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 10:54 AM UTC
I Love Getting My Back Tickled
when you went away it was morning (that is,big horses;light feeling up streets;heels taking derbies (where?) a pup hurriedly hunched over swill;one butting trolley imposingly empty;snickering shop doors unlocked by white-grub faces) clothes in delicate hubbub as you stood thinking of anything, maybe the world….But i have wondered since isn’t it odd of you really to lie a sharp agreeable flower between my amused legs kissing with little dints of april,making the obscene shy ******* tickle,laughing when i wilt and wince
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When You Went Away It Was Morning
From a distance, the incessant chant of monsoon from south west, sounds like an old witch practising her craft, she is all evil and dark, one would think, the overcast sky her sinister cloak. But intruder under my umbrella, she is playful, I watch this coy maiden, I desired from afar, now she walks with me step to matching step, tries to entice me with her soft tunes, tender cool fingers, rubbing my cheeks, her lover's touch unmistakable, passionate, eager I shiver, she wants me to get in to her arms, cuddle. I throw away my umbrella, in boyish rumbunctiousness,  run to her her hands moving fast tickle me, pinch then a sudden embrace, making me squirm with deep pleasure I dreamt in wakeful nights. The joy of life that  the water and receptive earth evoke, loud green glee around,  in me creates goosebumps, in my dreams she comes to me and tells the secrets of nights I long for my love and me alone. Rain, the seductress, taught me the passions of living and loving she,  awakened the spirit that seeps deep in to the core of my being. **When I lay awake in monsoon nights, across my window she tangoes in fierce passion with the wind, that keeps me excited till I get absorbed in to a dream that has love as its theme.**
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Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 12:45 PM UTC
Monsoon Rain
happiness...is everything. Happiness isnt based on money and sometimes not even on what you're doing. Its about who your with. its about living with no regrets And realising that a bad thing will last a few months, so who cares if he doesnt ask you out? who cares what your parents catch doing with the one who does? and who cares what anyone says about you. Happiness is taking a risk and it pays off and even if it doesnt another oppurtunity presents itself. happiness is staying up all night with your frends. happiness is water fights on late summer evenings. happiness is love....lust only gives moments of happiness to the fact you cant believe you have that person...love leaves you eternally in wonder of how you ended up feeling so right. happiness is being with your friends and wearing crazy *** hats in public happiness is seeing a familiar face in nevr ending sea of lies. happiness is no homework happiness is having tickle fights with the one you love happiness is lying in the sun looking at the clouds happiness is doing wat you want to do happiness is helping one another happiness if giving all of you no matter how much you recieve in return happiness is being able to speak your mind happiness is knowing you have earnt all the praise you get and being able to say thank you...not going red, studying your shoelaces and bringing yourself down happiness is confidence happiness is working hard for something happiness is being wateva you want and not caring what anyone says...you only get to live once..you will nevr live it down if you're on your deathbed and you realise that you've spent your whole life being what everyone else wanted you to be. living a lie happiness is finding out who you are happiness is coming home and your parents ask you how your day was...evn if u jst grunt back happiness is singing in the shower as loud as you can...i mean showers hav that magical power that means no-one else can hear you...rite? happiness is not being afraid to say someone is hot...it makes u all giggly...saying someone is good looking doesnt neccessarily mean you want them happiness is feeling safe happiness is feeling wanted happiness is feeling at peace with yourself happiness is feeling that someone always has your back happiness is when something isnt funny..but your so happy to see someone that u cant stop smiling happiness is that one thing you can nevr really express to someone...its like a drug, it makes you do crazy things...its make you feel ontop of the world. this made me happy knowing that peopl will read this and feel happy it made me happy because i made a good attempt to describe something that can nevr be completely decribed. happiness is the one thing that keeps you going when you're like the single flowers whose colours hav turned to shades of grey i cant explain this happiness
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Jun 19, 2019
Jun 19, 2019 at 11:17 AM UTC
Happiness
happiness...is everything. Happiness isnt based on money and sometimes not even on what you're doing. Its about who your with. its about living with no regrets And realising that a bad thing will last a few months, so who cares if he doesnt ask you out? who cares what your parents catch doing with the one who does? and who cares what anyone says about you. Happiness is taking a risk and it pays off and even if it doesnt another oppurtunity presents itself. happiness is staying up all night with your frends. happiness is water fights on late summer evenings. happiness is love....lust only gives moments of happiness to the fact you cant believe you have that person...love leaves you eternally in wonder of how you ended up feeling so right. happiness is being with your friends and wearing crazy *** hats in public happiness is seeing a familiar face in nevr ending sea of lies. happiness is no homework happiness is having tickle fights with the one you love happiness is lying in the sun looking at the clouds happiness is doing wat you want to do happiness is helping one another happiness if giving all of you no matter how much you recieve in return happiness is being able to speak your mind happiness is knowing you have earnt all the praise you get and being able to say thank you...not going red, studying your shoelaces and bringing yourself down happiness is confidence happiness is working hard for something happiness is being wateva you want and not caring what anyone says...you only get to live once..you will nevr live it down if you're on your deathbed and you realise that you've spent your whole life being what everyone else wanted you to be. living a lie happiness is finding out who you are happiness is coming home and your parents ask you how your day was...evn if u jst grunt back happiness is singing in the shower as loud as you can...i mean showers hav that magical power that means no-one else can hear you...rite? happiness is not being afraid to say someone is hot...it makes u all giggly...saying someone is good looking doesnt neccessarily mean you want them happiness is feeling safe happiness is feeling wanted happiness is feeling at peace with yourself happiness is feeling that someone always has your back happiness is when something isnt funny..but your so happy to see someone that u cant stop smiling happiness is that one thing you can nevr really express to someone...its like a drug, it makes you do crazy things...its make you feel ontop of the world. this made me happy knowing that peopl will read this and feel happy it made me happy because i made a good attempt to describe something that can nevr be completely decribed. happiness is the one thing that keeps you going when you're like the single flowers whose colours hav turned to shades of grey i cant explain this happiness
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May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 7:13 AM UTC
Sculpt Tickle
*I want to touch you I really want to But I'm afraid That I'll lose you If I ever do... I want to touch you You always let me play With your hair But what if I said That I want to touch you elsewhere... I want to touch you I want to stroke your cheek While looking into your eyes I wanna know how it feels To feel your lips against mine.... I want to touch you I really do I wanna let my hands Run all over you To feel every muscle and every bone... I want to touch you And I want to feel you too I want to feel your hands All over me Feeling my curves... I want to touch you Would you let me If I asked you? Or should I skip the asking And then just do it?... I want to touch you To let my tongue Tickle the edge of your ear To let my hands Run down between your legs... I want to touch you I want our bodies To be tangled together Let's make the neighbour angry Because of the noises we're making... I want to touch you I want to press my body Against yours I want to stay close to you For hours... I want to touch you I relly want to But I fear That I'll lose you If I ever do...*
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May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 4:08 PM UTC
I Want To Touch You...
Sometimes, looking at you in the light of the kitchen  I want to run a finger Down the length of your nose but I know you'd wrinkle it, and shake your head citing a tickle, but kiss behind my shoulder as soon As I turn away When my feet make ice pools in the bed Toes accidentally brushing your ankle and you **** abruptly, but upon hearing My sigh, trap them back with your ankles til, martyr that you are, I'm engulfed in Warmth at your Expense. Sometimes the last trickle of milk is mine, for the coffee, Silent with your eyes smiling fondly, you look on as I sip, resolutely stirring powdered Dead baby souls into mug as substitute. Even damp smelly socks Greasy hair Neurotic tears and Intellectual rambling epiphanies Even childish blunders, fudging the Budget or burning the toast You still call me fond Things. And love Me. The most.
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Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 9:19 PM UTC
Ways
It all begins With pronouns I becomes the subject Of my project Adding you And collectively we I choose you and me And I exclude the he and the she Until I am certain of we You and I pick verbs actions Inflect them to match fit begin narratives Transitive verbs take objects You touch tickle tease taste take skin ******* lips me with words Words have become a clause But still a simple construction So, you tickle me where? For this you need a preposition To position your tickling ammunition Do you touch tickle tease me ON my ******* ******* thighs buttocks **** Do you feel me INSIDE my mouth **** soul? Positioning is envisioning. Then you use adjectives To modify descriptions of Sensory inscriptions So, gentle complements touch Soft and passionate kiss And you become superlative And adverbs elaborate experience expression exploration You fill me deeply thoroughly violently with all that is you But adverbs can also mean time Not sweet or cursed time Or time denoting age But timing is always important And grammar dictates That Time adverbs are placed As a beginning or an end Like a lover's embrace Thus, This morning, you woke me with A demanding "here and now! " and I will reciprocate this, tonight, I vow. Conjunctions are sentence connectors And sentences behave like detectors Bodies balancing with and, but, or Otherwise subordinate And the scale tips towards Conditioning hypotaxis Making actions a complicated praxis (before my mind can connect, you will have to pursuade it /pursue it) But we coordinate conjunctions Equally I touch you You touch me Exploring Exploding sensory functions So, together we cry imperatives Completing our ****** narratives Moaning Whimpering Begging Yelling: Please... bind me! touch me! bite me! take me! come! Oh! Please, come! I love the English language... ;)
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Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 5:10 PM UTC
Exploring Grammar (why I love the English language)
It all begins With pronouns I becomes the subject Of my project Adding you And collectively we I choose you and me And I exclude the he and the she Until I am certain of we You and I pick verbs actions Inflect them to match fit begin narratives Transitive verbs take objects You touch tickle tease taste take skin ******* lips me with words Words have become a clause But still a simple construction So, you tickle me where? For this you need a preposition To position your tickling ammunition Do you touch tickle tease me ON my ******* ******* thighs buttocks **** Do you feel me INSIDE my mouth **** soul? Positioning is envisioning. Then you use adjectives To modify descriptions of Sensory inscriptions So, gentle complements touch Soft and passionate kiss And you become superlative And adverbs elaborate experience expression exploration You fill me deeply thoroughly violently with all that is you But adverbs can also mean time Not sweet or cursed time Or time denoting age But timing is always important And grammar dictates That Time adverbs are placed As a beginning or an end Like a lover's embrace Thus, This morning, you woke me with A demanding "here and now! " and I will reciprocate this, tonight, I vow. Conjunctions are sentence connectors And sentences behave like detectors Bodies balancing with and, but, or Otherwise subordinate And the scale tips towards Conditioning hypotaxis Making actions a complicated praxis (before my mind can connect, you will have to pursuade it /pursue it) But we coordinate conjunctions Equally I touch you You touch me Exploring Exploding sensory functions So, together we cry imperatives Completing our ****** narratives Moaning Whimpering Begging Yelling: Please... bind me! touch me! bite me! take me! come! Oh! Please, come! I love the English language... ;)
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The pathway to the hidden falls, greenest trees and ivy walls, Humid day and rain a threat, Forest living, thick and wet. Pebbles on this path to be, Never ending, fast to me. Flip flops make an obstacle, For me to keep the pace we go. The peach in hand is almost eaten, When roaring waters reveal this Eden, The water falls so quick approaching seems to stick my memory's poaching. We climb the uphill train of rocks, more like boulders, need for socks, Majesty miracle's tickle my senses, Like watching babe ruth swing for the fences. Something here is overpowering behind the force field something is flowering, Wet smooth rocks lay geometric, something alive and something electric. Native American premonitions, Thoughts of the beginning of all of this swishin', Waterfall dreams sparkle like diamonds, Foam and water, slippery minded. Brain chemical explosion. Somethings been bound. Something is gone something I found Burned in my imagination is this place that I visited on my vacation.
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Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 10:35 AM UTC
Waterfall Dreamland Memories of Yesterday
even I am puzzled that this phrase did not prior tickle my contronymic poetic senses till now, for what is tender is of not always legal, and what is legal is far far from always tender <> tender/tenderness gotta rank in my 10 top fav words, nothing transforms swifter than an unexpected kiss, a hug from behind, the light(ing) stroke of a forefinger, brushing a tear from cheek, an errant bang, a lock from vision interference, All Super Legal gracefully given, gratefully received, Wholly Unexpected, and great~fully tenderly! Accepted* <> thinking that this maybe one of my top 11 fav poems ~> mmmmmmmmmmm that's the sound of me purring...
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Jul 11, 2025
Jul 11, 2025 at 12:30 PM UTC
Legal Tender
Hours Spent Straightening her Tangled blonde hair Thousands Spent Taming her Wild Golden locks Ages Spent In front of a Dishonest Mirror That lied And lied again About her Beauty Within Don’t you know Those curls are a treasure My curly friend? When I play with them at Night Again And Again Wrapped round my fingers Feeling your original curly sin Don’t you know Those curls are a pleasure My curly friend? As they tickle my Soul In their Serpentine Intent I want to mess your Proper blonde Into a wild naked disarray Curls and more Curls A field of windswept Growth I want to bury my nostrils Into the heady bare Perfume Of your silent Curly Oath And I Won’t Let You No, I Won’t Let You Defile those curls Again
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May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 6:12 AM UTC
A Curly Kind of Love
Homework, oh homework, I hate you! You Stink! I wish I could wash you away in the sink. If only a bomb would explode you to bits. Homework, oh homework, You're giving me fits! I'd rather take baths with a man eating shark, Or wrestle a lion alone in the dark. Eat spinach and liver, pet ten porcupines, Then tackle the homework my teacher assigns. I get more and more angry as I turn the next page, Homework, oh homework, You fill me with rage! Homework, oh homework, You're last on my list, I simply can't see why you even exist. If you just disappeared, it would tickle me pink. Homework, oh homework, I hate you! You stink!
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Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 5:28 PM UTC
I Hate Homework.
In this life you will find Degradation unavoidable For it is in the weather of our life Degradation is like radioactive waste We pass like presents to each other The rain on a wedding day As I did once live In the shadows of dread As degradation breathed on me And I fell into the pits of self doubt And stank of slimy sewers For I was lost in loathing , But my soul grew rapidly In the muck and mud of this world For it was fertile and rich As my roots drank up all its goodness So please send me your degradation Your disrespect and contempt Your pretty wrapping of best interests Makes no fool of me For I will soak it up like the sky above For I embrace my madness And caress her beauty Like the most cherished lover As you reject your life Within the tight confines Of your own reason As you seek to bury your Disappointments in me I hold your self doubt in my hands For you live by scales and ranking As I throw away all scales And burn all efforts For there is nothing I can take from this world So please, please Strain if you must Look down on me If you can, As I am above For I own the sky And live above and beyond But all degradation disappears In the softest heart Of self acceptance As I fill the room All banter falls like the softest snow As we serenely dance and play In our snowball games As I learn to swing and play All jokes bounce and tickle The inside of my belly For I live in the ecstasy Of my own self acceptance As we roll around like clowns All barriers broken Our bellies full of joy As we spill over with love And bounce around like jelly For no degradation exists In the center of our hearts Where God permeates our souls For his love should be Followed into us whole As I accept God's goodness And perfection in all of me
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Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 6:06 AM UTC
DEGRADATION AND SELF ACCEPTANCE
In this life you will find Degradation unavoidable For it is in the weather of our life Degradation is like radioactive waste We pass like presents to each other The rain on a wedding day As I did once live In the shadows of dread As degradation breathed on me And I fell into the pits of self doubt And stank of slimy sewers For I was lost in loathing , But my soul grew rapidly In the muck and mud of this world For it was fertile and rich As my roots drank up all its goodness So please send me your degradation Your disrespect and contempt Your pretty wrapping of best interests Makes no fool of me For I will soak it up like the sky above For I embrace my madness And caress her beauty Like the most cherished lover As you reject your life Within the tight confines Of your own reason As you seek to bury your Disappointments in me I hold your self doubt in my hands For you live by scales and ranking As I throw away all scales And burn all efforts For there is nothing I can take from this world So please, please Strain if you must Look down on me If you can, As I am above For I own the sky And live above and beyond But all degradation disappears In the softest heart Of self acceptance As I fill the room All banter falls like the softest snow As we serenely dance and play In our snowball games As I learn to swing and play All jokes bounce and tickle The inside of my belly For I live in the ecstasy Of my own self acceptance As we roll around like clowns All barriers broken Our bellies full of joy As we spill over with love And bounce around like jelly For no degradation exists In the center of our hearts Where God permeates our souls For his love should be Followed into us whole As I accept God's goodness And perfection in all of me
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mint gum makes my nose tickle mint toothpaste makes my eyes water mint ice cream makes my teeth hurt just like you hurt me
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Aug 29, 2019
Aug 29, 2019 at 8:56 PM UTC
mint
His eyes sparkled like emeralds reflecting the sun. The flattering butterflies tickle my insides I am in love with the idea of you Your love is like the fierce wind I can't see it But I can feel it
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Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 1:46 AM UTC
Green eyes