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"unpursed" poems
Your unpursed lips Slam against mine Flattening them Holding them still While the rest of us Moves too fast I breathe in your scent Of nicotine and Jack Quickly When your strong hands Suddenly pull My jeans down my thighs My own hands drag your sweatshirt Over your head And your hands are the only thing covering me Everywhere At once With motions I'm unaware of You guide me to The pristine white comforter Thrown on when I heard your knock You toss it back Revealing the mess underneath And without a second thought You dive right in Pulling me with you I had no idea What I was getting into And I'm still sleeping in the same sheets Unclean From our sleepless night The used comforter Crumpled up At the end of the bed Mirroring the curled up corpse Of what you have left of me
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Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 12:27 AM UTC
Unmade bed
Internal quarrels rage within, While all the while I'm without Your kiss, your lips, unpursed for me. I blindly fall about. A steady hand is just a show. A steady heart betrays A heady feeling from below Dissipates and fades. Distance, time and lofty words Can **** a man with strength, But just one thought, one smile, one wink, Can bring to life in length. For lengthy is the depth of love That like those oceans fill, But even depth and distance stop, And years can dull the thrill. So in my words, forever be, My love, my dove, for me. While distance, time and quarrels fade, You will thrive immortally.
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Jul 19, 2010
Jul 19, 2010 at 12:44 AM UTC
A Love Unpursed
come up through me lifting brightly to the naked cup of my lips an unpursed whiteness that shall spill over thy slender life LIGHT
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Nov 10, 2012
Nov 10, 2012 at 3:29 PM UTC
Untitled
Features like a delicacy All alluring, a soul subduing smile A radiance longed for a lifetime With her unpursed sultry pout The kind men dream about Eyes upon eyes, she shines Mirror images of all their desires Oh how she emanates grace Carelessly paired with perfect charm Whatever could go wrong? Like a siren, she'll lead them on Luring victim after victim down With her ethearal darkness A cunning beast, she feasts On the souls of mortal goodness And not deliberately It's just the nature of her being Stone-cold, but not heartless She caves to her desires And mourns each of her losses.
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Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 2:16 PM UTC
Moon Maiden