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  Aug 2017 wordvango
Melissa S
With want me eyes he wraps my hair around his fist
He gives it a little tug bringing me closer to his wrist
My lips are warm and inviting
and already so long overdue
He starts off slow and soft
As I feel his breath on my lips
His tongue traces my bottom lip teasing
giving me a little nip
His sweet kisses cause a warm wave to take over me
As he heats me up from the inside
Slick with a need and burning
That only he can subside
He tweaks my ******* with his
fingers through my shirt
A sly smile forms as he starts *******
me thinking of his dessert
His mouth and tongue start kissing its way down
Tempting...Teasing...and Feasting
While I am just laying there
Trembling...Needing...and Pleading
Oh My ~ is all I could muster when his lips move
like a breeze over my thighs
Passion explodes as my will erodes
I revel in the sensation of being Conquered
And at the same time....*Conquering
Reworked older poem :)
  Aug 2017 wordvango
Melissa S
I am stronger than I ever knew
I have found thanks to you
Change keeps coming at me
and I just let it blow right on through
I've made bad mistakes
but I don't have to admit defeat
To fight fear we must first take that leap
I might not have won the fight just yet
but I will never just lie down with regret
Change can be scary...
but do you know what's scarier?
Allowing fear to hold you back
No more expectations....
**I am responsible
for my own happiness :)
  Aug 2017 wordvango
Seema
Love has no religion
Nor does hate
But in every society
There is a rate

The superiority of faith
Over the many gods
All who reside in heaven
As we live between odds

If only our blood color
Reflected our skin
Then the religion we belong
Would be easy to pin

The devil in our heads
Plays the tune of hatred
And makes us believe
In other demeaning sacred

Fooling us to the extent
Where we **** each other
Regardless of who they are
Either it's the mother or father

A complete brainwashed
From the faith of love
While rotting in the prison
Then we hail our prayers above...

©sim
Hate no one, love everyone.
  I have not criticized any religion in my poem. Neither do I condemn or degrade any beliefs. I wrote this piece "Love and Religion" just like any other poem I write. It is nothing to do with my personal belief. If my poem somehow gave you a negative insight, then I am truly sorry. Thanks!
wordvango Aug 2017
I take to the dwindling
amount of eras of time itself
like a willing victim
I am impressed how the rose bloomed then flushed her
beauty
like **** down on to the ground
all wilted
with neither a care
nor a thought
and went on to create a new one
and how day by day the sun is birthed
to get replaced
by an equally beautiful moon
and  the cycled rhythm
is like a poem
written by a god or goddess
in the sky and clouds
fly and birds are fleeting
like my words so
versed
all of it
death and nature's
tense and seeming indifference
is all so genuine
so normal
so great
wordvango Aug 2017
best to write what you know to say
what is felt portray a
simple day rather
then a Greek Tragedy
or try to make rhymes
when all you hear are echoes
amidst the baying wolves
talk about city lights and low brow bars
if that is where you get energy
or tall pines and lush green fields
if that's where you go
to meditate
talk about *** when you don't get enough
or trees when you haven't touched one in
decades or the shadows cast by
skyscrapers when you live in a corn field
say what you know
I miss the touch of a woman I knew ten years ago
I love how the TV tells me all the news
I like four legged creatures they
give me love
I like beer
and a joint sometimes
more
tell me what you really do
talk to me like another human
yack at me tell me how you don't bathe for a day or two
or how like me the dishes stack up in the sink for weeks
or the neighbor's wife is so fine and how she once smiled
your way or how you sat
on the balcony and were so content
watching the sunset
or went and saw your child's first soccer game or a play and held
your child's hand when they were scared to go to bed last night
or got bad and met a new love and decided
to take them to bed the first night and how
that made you feel in the morning
or how you make the very first pancake turn out perfect
or drew a smile on a note and left it on your lover's pillow
this is poetry  
this is life
  Aug 2017 wordvango
Terry Jordan
70 trillion options
For one human to be born
Birth and grief so intertwined
So surprised when left to mourn

How many yearn for heaven
Taking comfort they’ll no longer grieve
I’m in love with Earth’s delights
Finding Paradise among the trees

Breathing night-blooming jasmine
Painted skies crimson and gold
I take a deep breath to inhale Peace
Letting go of what’s got hold

Just a splendid accident?
86 billion neurons firing
Exploring the mysteries
While we’re creating and inspiring

70 trillion choices
How one's specific DNA moves
I wonder how all that’s determined
Is it you God who gets to choose?
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